Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 842 Chinese Culture Day

go to bed.

Fang Minghua didn't think about it anymore and fell asleep.
Fang Minghua had booked a flight at 4 p.m. After waking up, she put on her clothes and prepared to return to San Francisco. Liu Xiaoli drove her to the airport.

It was almost seven in the afternoon when Li Li returned to her home in San Francisco. She was having dinner with her daughter. When she saw Fang Minghua come in, she hurried to greet him.

When the nanny heard that he hadn't eaten yet, she immediately brought the dishes and chopsticks.

"How was your birthday?" Li Li asked while eating.

Fang Minghua did not hide anything and briefly recounted the whole process.

"Oh, it's such a big deal? So many people invited?" Li Li was a little surprised.

"How about we hold a birthday party like this for Xinxin?" Fang Minghua said, glancing at his daughter who was eating seriously with a small bowl in her hand.

Li Li shook her head and said, "I don't think it's necessary. Just let our family come over. Xixi wants to be a star. Her mother wants to meet more people in the entertainment industry, but our Xinxin doesn't want to be a movie star."

"What does Xinxin do then?"

"I told you before, I want to be a writer like you."

this.
It doesn’t matter whether you are a writer or not, just don’t be like Jia Ge’s daughter.

By September, the daughter was going to kindergarten again, and Fang Minghua automatically took on the role of nanny. Li Li was very busy, leaving home early and coming back late, and no one knew what she was busy with.

That night, Li Li came back quite late. Before Fang Minghua could ask what was going on, she asked Fang Minghua with a smile: "I have good news for you. Our school is going to hold the Chinese Culture Day next week. Do you want to participate?"

"Chinese Culture Day?"

"Yes, this is part of the 2000 International Education and Culture Week organized by our school's International Education Department. It is also the first time that Chinese culture has been included in the event." Li Li explained.

"There will be more than a dozen performances on site, including folk singing, dancing, playing musical instruments, kung fu, Tai Chi, etc., which will fully showcase our traditional Chinese culture and attract guests from all walks of life and school teachers and students to watch."

"Oh, there are so many people in your school who understand traditional Chinese culture?" Fang Minghua was surprised.

"Of course not. The performers in the show come from different institutions in the Bay Area, including Chinatown Martial Arts School, American Academy of the Arts Dance Company, Lowell High School, Hayward High School, Qingcheng Tai Chi North American Team, Guzheng Classroom, etc."

"Is this your credit? I see you've been busy lately." Fang Minghua said.

"It can't be entirely my fault. Several professors, including Howard Goldblatt and his wife, are involved, and there is also support from the Chinese community in San Francisco." Li Li said this, but she couldn't hide her inner pride.

"Of course I support you in your efforts, but I don't think I can do anything? Singing, dancing, Tai Chi. Fang Minghua spread his hands, a little regretful:

"It would be great if Tangtang was here. Her solo dance to 'Ode to the Red Plum' would absolutely shock everyone!"

"Who said you can't do anything? You can write. Your calligraphy is very good." Li Li reminded.

Oops
Forget this.

I don’t dare to be too sloppy with my calligraphy in China, mainly because there are too many masters in China, but when I came to the United States.
It's totally okay to show off in front of foreigners.

"Okay, I'll go and show our country's profound calligraphy art!" Fang Minghua decided immediately.

"Okay, let's set the date for next Tuesday. You and I will go together then."

These days, Fang Minghua has been practicing calligraphy at home. He wants to write the best he can and not bring shame to the country.

September 9th, which is China's Teachers' Day, was held in the concert hall of San Francisco State University. After sending her children to school in the morning, Fang Minghua changed into new clothes and took Li Li's car to the state university.

To be honest, Li Li has been working here for more than ten years and Fang Minghua has never come in.

Although this university is not as famous as Stanford and the University of California, Berkeley in the same city, it is also a century-old university.

The campus is beautiful, with a golf course and a beautiful lake. After parking the car, I walked towards the concert hall with Li Li. On the way, many students and teachers greeted Li Li, and of course they were also curious about the man next to her wearing big sunglasses that covered half of his face. There was no other way, so I had to keep a low profile.

The main stage of the concert hall is mainly used for performances of singing, dancing, martial arts, and lion dance. From the perspective of people from mainland China, none of them are very authentic, but they are also quite good. After all, they are all amateur.

Especially when seeing a blonde girl wearing Tai Chi clothes performing Chen-style Tai Chi on the stage in a very methodical manner, Fang Minghua always felt a sense of inexplicable humor.

In addition to the performances on the main stage, overseas study programs were also promoted on site. There were booths offering Chinese painting and calligraphy, rope skipping, shuttlecock kicking and other activities for the public to enjoy. Fang Minghua's calligraphy was one of these.

Much to his surprise, he met Professor Yu Yifang from Stanford University.

"Hello, Professor Yu." Fang Minghua went up to greet him. "Are you here to participate in the Chinese Culture Day today as well?"

"Yes, I would like to take this opportunity to tell the students about the history of Chinese workers building the Pacific Railway." Yu Yifang said with a smile: "Mr. Fang, thank you for writing that book, which has made this history known to many people."

"This is what I should do."

The two chatted for a few minutes and then went about their own business.

Li Li also had her own things to do, so the staff took Fang Minghua to a classroom next to where Yu Rongyi's lecture was.

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There was a desk in the middle of the classroom, with writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone on it. Fang Minghua touched the paper.

improvise.

I looked at the ink and brush again - they are so cheap, luckily I brought my own.

The calligraphy room was not big, and there were not many students inside - far fewer than the people listening to the guzheng. Only four or five students looked at him curiously.

But when he took off his mask, a flaxen-haired girl immediately screamed, "Minghua! You are the writer Minghua!"

Damn
Fans.

Fang Minghua smiled and insisted.

Soon, the calligraphy room, which was originally somewhat empty, was suddenly packed. Fortunately, there were security personnel to maintain order, otherwise Fang Minghua would not be able to show off his talent.

Laying characters, grinding, and picking up the pen.
Fang Minghua held the brush and painted on the rice paper in one go.

Bright moonlight in front of the bed was suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the moon, and look down at your hometown.

Tang Dynasty——Li Bai.

If we want to promote Chinese culture, is there anything better than combining poetry with calligraphy?
Of course, we should start with the most obvious ones.

Unfortunately, most of the students who came to watch the writing could not understand Chinese. They just thought that Fang Minghua's writing with a flamboyant brush looked strange and his writing posture was very handsome.

"Students, let me translate this ancient poem for you. It's called "Quiet Night Thoughts". It's a work by Li Bai, a great poet from the Tang Dynasty in my country. This is what he translated it into English."

Abed, I see a silver light,

I wonder if it's frost aground.Looking up,

I find the moon bright; Bowing,

n homesickness I'm drowned
Fang Minghua translated sentence by sentence, and warm applause broke out in the calligraphy room.

"Teacher, can you give me this calligraphy?" the flaxen-haired girl suddenly asked.

(End of this chapter)