I just watched it once, no, twice before and after, or even three times, and then quickly hit it again by myself. Xu Guangling already had some preliminary basic concepts about Tai Chi. I guess its requirements are not far from "stability".
”, “quasi” and other words.
In a sense, it has some similarities with the requirements of singing.
As a lyricist and composer, oh, no, no, no, Xu Guangling is far from being qualified to be called a certain artist at present. It can only be said that he is a person who has studied lyrics and composition, and is naturally no stranger to singing.
When singing, in addition to "accuracy", we also require "stability". Accuracy is the first requirement, and stability is the second requirement. Only when it is accurate can the ups and downs of a piece of music be meaningful. Otherwise, any piece of music will not work.
Only when the same tune can be hummed, and secondly, when it is stable, can the expression or singing of a piece of music truly give people a "beautiful" enjoyment instead of torture.
If it is not accurate, it is called out of tune; if it is unstable, it is called ghosts crying and wolves howling.
Of course, sometimes, singing out of tune can also give people a feeling of "my xx is so powerful, and can be so cute even when out of tune", and howling like ghosts and wolves can also give people a feeling of "power" and "explosion"
"", "beyond the bondage" and other such feelings.
In this case, flaws not only do not become flaws, but become a unique kind of beauty. Just like Venus's broken arm, imperfections make perfection possible.
But this is a topic on another level.
Still under the old pine tree, Xu Guangling opened his stance, and with a steady attitude and precise movements, he slowly performed the thirty-six movements of Tai Chi that the old man had demonstrated before from beginning to end.
Yes, this time it was slow down, not like just now, it took two minutes.
This time it took three...three times three minutes, about ten minutes, which was basically about one-third of the old man's time. This was not a time that Xu Guangling deliberately pursued. The previous two minutes were deliberately fast, and
Now this is natural.
After the beating, Xu Guangling broke out in a small sweat and walked back.
I should say, it feels pretty good.
But when he came closer, Xu Guangling found that the old man's expression became even stranger than before. His eyes did not stare wider, but they did look like they were staring fiercely. Xu Guangling was stunned for a moment.
I don't understand what the old man's expression is, or what he is expressing.
shock?
Not really.
His movements can only be said to be standard, or barely accurate. However, if Xu Guangling were to evaluate himself, they were far from what the old man had just done. How far? Using the scoring method,
If the old man's score was 100 points, his score was only 20 or 30 points at best.
One is that on the basis of calmness, it opens and closes in a certain degree and flows smoothly, making people feel very comfortable when looking at it. Well, okay, Xu Guangling felt very comfortable after looking at it.
For the time being, it is just a mechanical imitation.
After staring for a long time, the old man put away his strange expression. This time his face was expressionless and asked Xu Guangling: "When will you go back, young man?"
"Well, I don't have anything to do when I go back. I can do it later or earlier." Xu Guangling said, "What about you, sir? Do you want to go back for breakfast?"
"I'll eat at the door. No one will cook it when I go back," the old man said.
"Then I'll eat with you, uncle, and I'll pay the bill for you." Xu Guangling said with a smile.
"Haha, okay. I didn't expect that the old man would be able to give classes one day and earn money for breakfast." The old man's expressionless face was put away, and he said with a laugh. Xu Guangling also laughed, and
As for the time, the young and the old seemed to have quite a mutual understanding. People who didn't know better thought they were grandfather and grandson.
Led by the old man from the front, he made three turns and two turns, and quickly returned to the place where Xu Guangling had gone out before.
"Young man, what do you eat?" the old man asked.
"I can eat whatever I want." Xu Guangling replied, and then said: "Uncle, my surname is Xu, and my name is Xu Guangling. Just call me Xiao Xu." Xu Guangling felt awkward hearing this.
Besides, the old man does have the virtue of teaching skills. It is also polite to give everyone a name.
"Okay, I'll call you Xiao Xu. Don't call me uncle. The old man is two generations older than you. You call me uncle for nothing. You make the old man a generation shorter." The old man said, "I
My surname is Zhang. If I am named Zhang, you can call me Mr. Zhang or Lao Zhang."
Of course Xu Guangling would not be so indifferent, so he called him "Mr. Zhang."
The old man, well, I should say Zhang Lao now, nodded, then found a stall and sat down in a familiar place. He said to the stall owner: "Two bowls of tofu puffs and a plain steamed bun." Then he said to Xu Guangling:
"Xiao Xu, I ordered you a bowl of tofu puffs. What else do you want? Order your own."
Xu Guangling asked for two fried dough sticks.
The stall owners are an old couple, one is responsible for frying fried dough sticks and the like, and the other is responsible for delivering and collecting money. Be it tofu puffs, vegetarian buns, or fried dough sticks, they are all ready-made, and they are all available in the stall.
There were not many people, so it was served quickly.
Mr. Zhang may be an old-school person who eats without talking or sleeping. He did not talk to Xu Guangling during breakfast, but ate alone and leisurely.
Xu Guangling adjusted his speed a little.
After eating, Mr. Zhang stood up, and Xu Guangling followed him for a walk slowly on the path outside the park. When he was some distance away from the stall, Mr. Zhang spoke: "Xiao Xu, you are a young man.
, it’s not okay to eat so little, you can eat more in the future.”
Xu Guangling nodded in agreement.
Then Mr. Zhang said: "But it's best not to eat too much of fried dough sticks. It contains lead. Eating too much is not good for your health."
Xu Guangling vaguely knew that this was the case, but he never paid much attention to this issue, so he still nodded in agreement.
Seeing this, Mr. Zhang laughed and said: "Forget it, let's not talk about it. Ordinarily, the old man shouldn't tell you this when we first meet." He then said: "Xiao Xu, will you come back in the future? I
It means the park."
"If you don't mind me being annoying, Mr. Zhang, I will ask you for more advice on Tai Chi in the mornings from now on," Xu Guangling said.
"I can't teach you anything." Mr. Zhang shook his head, sighed slightly, and waved his hand: "Okay, Xiao Xu, if you have anything to do, go ahead. Old man, I'll take a walk by myself.
go home."
If it were in ancient times, Xu Guangling would probably bow down and retreat. At this time, he just said yes and watched Mr. Zhang leave.
About an hour later, Mr. Zhang returned home and made a call on his landline: "Hey, Lao Chen, it's me, Lao Zhang. Listen to me, Lao Chen, are you sure that this Tai Chi of yours is yours?"
Unique? No one else knows it? There’s no video material on the Internet or anything like that?"
The person on the phone seemed to have been insulted: "Online? Video material? How is that possible! Old man Zhang, let me tell you clearly again, this Tai Chi is indeed taught by me alone. So far, only three people know it, me and my son.
, and you. Who do you think among these three people will put video materials on the Internet? Me? Or you?"
"And your son is here," Zhang Lao said.
"Go to hell! If you continue to be so immoral, you will be my son!" The voice on the other end of the phone was loud.
Not to be outdone, Mr. Zhang also raised his voice loudly: "Son, I'm telling you, listen up! I met a young man today, and he watched me hit him once, and then he got it.
I asked him to fight it again, and guess what, that stance is more upright than what I have been fighting for five years, no, than what I have been fighting for ten years!"
"Old man Zhang, let me tell you, are you confused, or are you still awake?" This time, the voice on the other end of the phone became softer.
Zhang Lao's answer was that he didn't answer and directly connected the phone.