Chapter 50 Fifth Art Theory Class

Speaking of which, Yao Jia is also a well-informed person. When he went to and from the palaces of the Six Kingdoms, he experienced state banquets, national music, and national beauty.The beauties there are more beautiful than those here; the dances there are more gorgeous than those here; , Xun, Chi, zither, zhui, se, etc., dozens or even hundreds of people will play in an ensemble, and it will never be just a simple zither.But at that time, he was so calm and steady, always able to distinguish the priorities, and never lost himself like today. Perhaps, he has become weaker.The miserable defeat in Zhao State was a heavy blow to him.After arriving in Xianyang, Ying Zheng's attitude was unclear, which made him feel uneasy again.His will was no longer firm, and his confidence began to waver.Whether the future is good or bad, he has no idea.What's even more frightening is that he didn't even bother to think about it, didn't bother to care about it, he had already lost his hunger for the future.In this Tingwei Mansion, he was in a relaxed state, even in a state of giving up.

This is not a good sign.Yao Jia shook his head vigorously, he had to strengthen himself again, he couldn't let Li Si see his inner weakness.Yes, beauty and dancing are just for the eyes, music is for the ears, fine wine is for the mouth, fragrance is for the nose.All kinds of things are illusory and nonsense.Even a brain in a vat can easily create all of this.All that he perceives at present is but the veil of Maya, as proclaimed in the contemporary Hindu scriptures, the Vedas and the Purana. "This is Maya, the god of deceit, Shaman, who blinds the eyes of mortals so that they may see a world that neither can be said to exist nor to be said to not exist; for it is like a dream, shining like a grain of sand. From a distance, passers-by would think it was water, like a rope thrown on the ground, but people would see it as a snake.” And he, Yao Jia, was covering this curtain, unable to tell the truth.

Yao Jia was at war in his heart, but Li Si had already smiled and said to him, "Mr. Yao Jia shook his head and said, "I don't understand." Li Si said again, "Sir, do you understand the rhythm?" Yao Jia said, "I don't understand." Li Si smiled and said, "I just saw Mr., and I was very moved by the dance and music, so I must have some emotion in my heart. How about today's dance and zither art, please appreciate it." Yao Jia's artistic accomplishment is basically zero.He only knows that it looks good and sounds good, but Zi Chou Yinmao, among them, he can't tell at all.

Seeing Yao Jia's embarrassment, Li Si's expression somewhat enjoyed.After enjoying it, Li Si said again, "My young man is also cheap, so I can be despicable. I also know a thing or two about dance rhythms, and I would like to speak for you." It seemed that Li Si wanted to teach Yao Jia an art theory class.To Yao Jia, such a topic was really boring.Yao Jia hates theory, he only pays attention to actual existence.As Goethe's Mephisto once lamented, "My dear friend, the precious tree of life is green, while all theories appear hazy." However, even though Yao Jia was not very interested, he finally decided to follow suit and listen to Professor Li Si's lecture.What else?Could he find anything else to do in this strange country?