Chapter 487 The Prime Minister’s fire has been lit for seventeen hundred years.
Hear this.
Luo Shiyao was stunned.
Good guy! At this moment, countless alpacas were racing in my heart, and I even thought that Li Jinglin was joking with me.
"In order to get the Lisu people to give up their worship of Zhuge Liang, Western missionaries even said..."
Li Jinglin suppressed his laughter and spoke with a strange expression.
"[God has two sons, the eldest son is Kong Ming, and the second son is called Jesus. The eldest son used to be in charge, but now the second son inherits the family business]."
"??ah??"
Luo Shiyao glanced at Li Jinglin suspiciously.
Seeing that Li Jinglin didn't look like he was joking, he immediately started laughing uncontrollably.
Li Jinglin rolled his eyes.
"Ang, it's not just that."
Li Jinglin sighed.
"The Jingpo people worship Kong Ming the most and regard him as the creator god, calling him [Dad Kong Ming]. In order to spread the gospel, the missionaries had to tell the Jingpo people, [The Messiah is the reincarnation of Kong Ming, and believing in Jesus means believing in Kong Ming]" .”
"Then the younger brother is the younger brother, and he has to be the elder brother Xin."
【What's your level? Dare to be related to the Prime Minister. 】
Luo Shiyao was silent.
"Hahaha!"
"[The people's hearts will never change, if you don't want Mr. Ban, please write back.]"
"As for what you said about reincarnation, then since it's the same, why don't I trust Father Kong Ming?"
[If you don’t want the class manager, please reply.]
Li Jinglin curled his lips angrily and said with a smile.
"happy."
"Pfft, hahahaha!"
It was precisely because of what Wu Hou did that year that Dai Ying returned without success and was able to retain his own land in that dark era.
Otherwise, looking at the mess Dai Ying left in the world, it is completely understandable that without what Wu Hou did during the Southern Expedition.
What form will it take now?
Luo Shiyao was amused.
"happy!"
"What happened later? Or what about now?"
Of course, I also laughed a little angry.
Come to think of it, too.
What kind of grievance, anxiety, and uneasiness must I feel to write such words.
When you come as a missionary, you want people to believe you just by opening your mouth?
"Le, I can't hold myself tight at all."
The simple language is like a wronged child looking at his mother helplessly.
It's useless.
Luo Shiyao smiled.
"It's not just Mr. Ban."
He raised his head, looked at Li Jinglin, and asked curiously.
I believe you.
"Are you really that shameless?"
Speaking of this, Li Jinglin couldn't help but sigh.
In other words, this Western missionary, in addition to being a conspicuous bag, contributed a wave of historical jokes.
"Perhaps, many people don't know that around 1953, the Wa people wrote a letter to the capital. The last sentence in the letter was sincere, but also completely embarrassing."
It is not an exaggeration to say that we will bless our descendants.
Kong Ming has been here, leaving behind fire, knowledge, technology and a beautiful life.
“At the beginning, the Seventeenth Ka and Wa Kingdom National Self-Determination Association submitted a “Letter to the Compatriots in the Motherland.”
"The treasures left by Marquis Wu have been passed down for more than 1,700 years. Chinese culture and knowledge were conveyed to remote peoples through Marquis Wu, and the agreement to protect the land has lasted for more than 1,700 years."
"The text follows."
Luo Shiyao smiled.
"Now? Is there any need to say that?"
"[Although we, the Wa people, belong to the barbarian tribe in the extreme south of Yunnan and have not been influenced by Chinese culture and education, so our languages and writings are very different, but the men work hard and the women weave, work day and night, and feed themselves by ourselves. Much the same as Han Dynasty but slightly different.】"
"[Azu and Grandpa's origins are passed down from generation to generation, and there are rules to keep the land. If I lose myself and pass it on to future generations, I will not follow it. I will not see my ancestors in the ghost world, how can I be in the future?]"
Li Jinglin said every word.
Slowly tell the story to Luo Shiyao.
His tone also became heavier.
"In fact, compatriots from ethnic minorities, just like Wu Hou, inherited the spirit of [dedicate oneself to death and die], and with the same state of mind, wrote the Tao in blood."
"[I swear to cut off my head, not to lose the rule of respecting the soil, to spill my blood, not to be a slave to Yingxing. Even though I have a gun, a bullet, a woman and a child left, my body can be broken, but my heart cannot be changed!]"
Li Jinglin raised his head.
"That's right, Grandpa Azu is the Prime Minister of the Shu Han Dynasty, the Marquis of Wu, and Zhuge Liang."
Luo Shiyao was shocked.
It is really difficult to describe such a shocking feeling.
What the prime minister does will bring blessings to future generations.
More than 1,700 years ago, the prime minister made an agreement with the local people to "defend the land."
This oath has been remembered by the simple ethnic minority people for more than 1,700 years.
This promise, spanning more than 1700 years, has never changed.
It is here.
Luo Shiyao understood more.
Why is it that even though the Prime Minister's star has fallen in Wuzhangyuan, he can still be remembered for eternity.
That sentence "Died before leaving the army, which makes the hero burst into tears", when I think about it now, it seems to have a new emotion.
History is not only about the victors.
Compared to the winner.
Just like his name "Kongming", Wuhou has been famous for thousands of years.
Li Jinglin's words made Luo Shiyao fall into a long silence.
I also have a higher level of perspective on some of the things I am about to do.
of course.
I also felt a heavy sense of responsibility.
for national culture.
Inherit, preserve, record, trace. These are the magnificent treasures of southern Yunnan and the crown jewels of the entire Chinese civilization.
"Yes, we study these, inherit these, and record these, never for the sake of being conservative."
"It is to consolidate the foundation, and even more so that our ethnic minority brothers and sisters with colorful cultures can rise together in the great renaissance of Chinese civilization."
The importance of folklore is self-evident at this time.
"The so-called national is the world, in my opinion, this means."
"China is going to the world, and the culture of Chinese civilization is going to the world. This culture is not just Han culture, but will also push the culture of our ethnic minority compatriots to the world."
"Fifty-six ethnic groups. No one can be missing."
Luo Shiyao nodded solemnly.
Wu Hou’s achievements are still shining.
Compatriots from ethnic minorities, because of Wuhou's efforts, also maintained the big family of the Chinese nation.
Then can people of my generation live up to Wu Hou?
Obviously it can't be done.
To carry on the past and open up the future, in addition to carrying on the past, we must also open up the future.
The reason why he agreed to Professor Ma's request so easily was precisely because of this.
Li Jinglin feels that if we can promote so many national cultural impressions in southern Yunnan to the world, this is really a great mission with a sense of historical responsibility.
And what about Luo Shiyao?
Thinking back on what happened after entering southern Yunnan.
I thought again of the smiling faces on the faces of my ethnic minority compatriots.
I even thought of the construction of the Southwest and the miracle of poverty alleviation in minority poverty-stricken areas.
sudden feeling.
When the star fell five feet away, the feather fan that fell from the Prime Minister's hand blew up a gust of wind.
It blew for seventeen hundred years.
A red flag was blown.
The flames that were originally lit in southern Yunnan beat gently with the wind, seeming to be responding to the prime minister thousands of years ago.
It was bright once, and it will be bright again in the future.
"It seems that you felt deeply tonight."
Luo Shiyao smiled.
"Of course it's deep."
He could hear the teasing in Luo Shiyao's tone that wanted to dispel the complicated emotions in her heart.
Li Jinglin also smiled in relief.
Whether it is recalling the admiration given to me by the Yi compatriots tonight for their cigarette box dance, or recalling the story of the Prime Minister, I will always feel the shock.
It seems to have been integrated into one body.
"A kind of cycle of history, cycle of life, and inheritance of flames began to beat in my mind."
"Oh? It seems you already have an idea."
"Of course."
Li Jinglin no longer thought about it at this time.
How should I use traditional ethnic instruments such as the "Yi Yueqin" to promote national culture.
Instead, he had another idea.
No longer limited to musical instruments, no longer limited to musical form.
It is no longer limited to any ancient or modern musical elements.
What I want to express is derived from this cultural inheritance and life inheritance.
Unity in diversity.
Then, music should be diverse and integrated.
If we only emphasize folk modes, folk styles, and folk music.
That's just a physical resemblance, not a spiritual resemblance.
You may have a skin, but you may not have a soul.
Li Jinglin feels that expressing the soul is the most important, and the appearance does not matter.
This is the end.
Creative ideas are completely opened up.
All creative thinking begins to revolve around the expression of this soul direction.
midnight.
Not far from the small bungalow built in Qiongshan Village, Li Jinglin opened the staff in this guest house that "is small but has all the internal organs."
I can’t say how good the conditions are, but they’re definitely not bad.
But inexplicable.
Li Jinglin felt at this moment a kind of satisfaction and happiness that came from his soul.
This kind of spirit is even reflected on matter, making the surrounding simple material conditions, in Li Jinglin's eyes, full of shining filters.
Luo Shiyao did not disturb Li Jinglin and watched quietly from the side.
Watching Li Jinglin write various notes and beats on the staff.
And in the marked musical instruments.
In addition to the traditional musical instruments of the Yi people.
Electric guitars and Western string instruments are not uncommon either.
Even synthesizers and synthesized drum beats are tagged.
Moreover, from the surface, you can clearly see the layers of texture.
Surrounded by harmonies.
It's like they are going back and forth to each other, supporting each other, and rising alternately.
Surround, surround.
A big cycle, another big cycle.
The wonderful waves formed by the connection of notes are building up one historical wave after another, running on the occasion of time.
Every wave is so similar.
Back and forth.
Just by looking at the music chart, Luo Shiyao could understand it clearly at a glance.
Not only is this song not "ancient", it's even very trendy.
And
This wave, with its ups and downs, reveals only an "endless" stretch.
For example, the Yi people respect life.
It is also like the Chinese culture that surges through history.
The violin left many traces.
In order to express today's heart more clearly, Li Jinglin chose the natal musical instrument that he is most familiar with and understands best.
Perhaps, it is also possible to play it yourself.
(End of this chapter)
