I don't know why, since Xiao Jun came on the stage, the atmosphere in the banquet hall has become a little strange.
The president of the International Federation of literary and art circles was supposed to play a role in regulating the relations among all parties. However, every word he said at this moment is actually pushing China to the opposite side of the world.
But Xiao Jungang's song "the whole world speaks Chinese" also gives old man green the opportunity to isolate China.
Is that why Mr. Ning doesn't like that song?
Listening to the comments in the banquet hall, Xiao Jun seems to have guessed what mistakes he made.
But the words have already been said, how to mend them?
Full of heart tangled, he can't help but look to rather old man. Unexpectedly, Mr. Ning didn't pay any attention to him, and didn't take care of the old man green around him. Instead, he kept drinking tea.
That meaning is very obvious, is how to explain the problem to Xiao Jun.
Damn, I hate this kind of feeling. If it was put on other occasions, Xiao Jun would have scolded this foreign old man for a long time. But here, it's scruples to say anything.
Standing on the stage, Xiao Jun's eyes kept rolling and suddenly saw two people.
One is Russian star grezhnev who also stands up and stares at Xiao junmeng.
The other is the female translator "Ling", who lowers her head and doesn't know what to communicate with Miss Lucy.
See them, Xiao Jun heart suddenly had care, eyes back, fell on old man green, showing a very confident smile.
"Well, Mr. Green, first of all, I should thank you for your interpreter. This is a comrade who is responsible for his work. He can translate the lyrics of one of my songs into English completely. It's very admirable. However, before answering your question just now, I would like to ask another question. May I? "
When Xiao Jun's question was translated, old man green immediately nodded.
"What do you want to ask?"
"I would like to ask, before I took the stage, did your translation explain or retell the Chinese poetry recited by Russian stars on stage completely?"
"No, why do you ask?"
"Ha ha, have you seen it. That's the problem. A Chinese song is interpreted dutifully by the translator, while a Chinese poem is simply taken by the translator. Just like the translator beside Miss Lucy, Mr. grezhnev recited the Chinese poetry after a lot of hard work. In her mouth, it was a "poem praising snow". This is a great disrespect for Mr. grezhnev, and also a great disrespect for China! "
Xiao Jun's voice improved a little, deliberately accentuating the pronunciation of "Lucy".
That beautiful queen singer, even if she doesn't know Chinese, can know that Xiao Jun mentioned her.
As a party, I must be very curious about what Xiao Jun said.
But that Ling was unable to speak.
Until, Xiao Jun invited the host translator on the stage to speak what he just said in English.
Miss Lucy suddenly realized it, and then her eyes on Ling became less friendly.
At this time, Xiao Jun on the stage continued to say: "I still said that. Nowadays, the communication between China and the world depends on translation as a bridge. But if there are so many incompetent translators around Miss Lucy, Huaxia will not be misunderstood, let alone communicate with the international community.
So, I'm thinking, is there any way to eliminate this estrangement. There is a trend of learning English all over China, which is our determination to strengthen foreign exchanges. At the same time, if more and more international people can learn Chinese. If one day, I can communicate with Mr. Green and miss Lucy freely in English or Chinese. Then there will be no misunderstanding.
I look forward to all the world speaking Chinese. I look forward to all foreigners listening to what we say. That's what I mean by singing this song. Let the whole world listen to what we say and really understand the Chinese culture.
In order to promote the international exchange of Chinese, I will set an example, learn foreign languages well, and help international friends learn Chinese well. Here, I will take the poem that Mr. grezhnev recited just now as an example, so that all the international friends present can be truly obedient and understand the Chinese culture. "
Xiao Jun stops here to give everyone time to understand the meaning of his words, which is also the reaction of peeping at master Ning.
But the old leader was as steady as a mountain, and there was no expression on his face.
Alas, this kind of feeling is really oppressive. The last time I faced Jiang Cheng, I almost drove Xiao Jun crazy by trying to figure out the meaning.
No matter what we say, we should continue to do!
When the ballroom almost quieted down.
Xiao Jun raised his head and chest, and opened his mouth with a vibrating voice.
"Qinyuan spring · snow..."
Xiao Jun is also on the stage today. He simply uses all his skills.With the help of the system, he recited the song "Qinyuan spring snow" in more than 20 languages, such as Chinese, English, German, French and so on.
After the recitation of the English version, at the table at the back of the banquet hall, Miss Lucy turned to look at the interpreter beside her.
"Ling, is that what you said just now to praise snow? I know something about Chinese culture, which is pure praise of snow, which is clearly in praise of Chinese scenery, praise of Chinese heroes! Didn't you ever come from China? You should know this kind of thing better than me. Why didn't you tell me clearly? "
"Ah, Miss Lucy, it's not easy to translate Chinese poems. I..."
"It's hard to translate. Why can Xiao say it? That is your level is not enough, or you want to deliberately hide something. How many things did you hide from me before. And what did you say when we came in just now that would make Xiao very angry? "
"Miss Lucy, this..."
"When you think about it, explain it to me. I want to listen to the truth. If there is any more concealment, I will ask the company to change my interpreter! "
This beautiful queen singer is also a bit of a temperamental person. Just now, Xiao Jun mentioned his name twice in his words, which still caused people around her to keep looking at her.
As a star, it's not her own performance that attracts people's attention, but the actions of the translators around her. How can this be tolerated? What's more, the cause of attention is not a good thing, which makes people think about her.
Miss Lucy turned her head angrily, waiting for Ling to figure it out and give her a reasonable explanation.
But this Ling, who is in the mood to think of any explanation, turns her eyes to the stage and looks at Xiao Jun with venom in her eyes.
For more than ten minutes, the whole banquet hall was filled with Xiao Jun's voice. A song "Qinyuan spring · snow" was recited in more than 20 languages. In particular, the sentence "there are so many beautiful rivers and mountains, which makes countless heroes bow down" makes many international friends feel excited.
"Well, after hearing this poem, I suddenly found that Chinese culture is really extensive and profound. It seems that I must learn Chinese well when I have time."
"Hero? China is a beautiful place, I suddenly think of a hero, to be impressed by the beautiful scenery of China. Give me a change of schedule after the performance. I want to have a look at the wonderful scenery of China. "
A poem or a song can't fully show the Chinese culture to the world, but a good poem can arouse countless people's yearning for the Chinese culture.
Unknowingly, many international stars are thinking of spending more time in China.
Finally, Xiao Jun finally stopped talking. Without waiting for him to see Mr. Ning's reaction, he was suddenly blocked by a tall figure.
"Xiao Jun? Your name is Xiao Jun, isn't it? You wrote this song Qinyuan spring snow, right? I found you, and finally found you. Before I came to China, my grandmother urged me to find you and ask you to take a group photo with your signature! "
A strong man grabs Xiao Jun's hand, and his face looks like a little fan of his idol.
Who else could be so excited, the Russian star grezhnev at that time.
Xiao Jun was a little surprised, and even though he was embarrassed, he scratched his head and said, "yes, I wrote this poem. Just forget the signature. I don't write very well. "
Xiao Jun is really a little shy. Even today, he is not used to taking the works of people from other countries as his own.
But the reaction of the audience to his words was different.
"Is this poem written by Xiao Jun? You're kidding. Didn't the writers write it? When did Xiao Jun join the writers' Association? "
"I'll go. Xiao Jun doesn't even boast with a draft. I heard that Guan Lao, the great calligrapher, wrote this poem with cinnabar. If Xiao Jun can have this kind of ability, he's still in the entertainment industry. "
"No, no, don't forget how Xiao Jun got the qualification for this performance. It's said that Guan strongly recommended it. I can't say that this poem was really written by him."
People in China are talking about it.
The foreigners didn't know the story of the poem. They only heard that it was written by Xiao Jun. when they were surprised, they immediately gave warm applause.
Xiao Jun stood on the stage and said a few polite words to grezhnev with a smile. He took the opportunity to see Mr. Ning.
In the past so long, he finally saw a smile on Mr. Ning's face.
Ah, the leader laughs, which proves that things have changed for the better!
But Xiao Jun's excitement didn't last long. When the applause stopped, there was a strange voice in front of the stage.
"Well, what if you can write poetry. Chinese people can only rely on this means to show off. Don't forget what occasion it is. It's a gathering of actors. Now it's improvisation. After wasting so much time, I still don't see the level of Chinese actors, and what's more, I don't see how much Chinese actors know about the international popular performing styles. In the final analysis, the Chinese people have been counting on some 5000 year tradition to survive. "After all, naturally, there is no translator who dares to explain this sentence in Chinese.
However, after hearing this, Xiao Jun turned his head and looked at the major of Meidi culture with disdain.