The host looked at the program in his hand and began to announce: "Now, let's welcome the Yangzhou team to bring us a wonderful performance!"
The autistic boy kept staring at Shen Xian.
Shen Xian waved his hand with a warm smile, and then said: "Begin!"
The boy's originally dull eyes seemed to become lively at this moment. He lowered his head and began to work with full concentration.
He lifted up a section of the long red paper in his hand, and then began to cut it with scissors.
His movements can be clearly seen on the big screen.
It was extremely fast and complicated. His hands were flying, and the piece of red paper seemed to come alive in his hands.
“Is it a non-legacy paper cutting?”
"With such a long piece of red paper, I wonder what he will cut out."
"Look, his expression and eyes have changed."
On the big screen, you can clearly see beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
At this moment, he was extremely serious and focused, and his expression was full of reverence.
On the other side, the furnace started up and the remaining nine students began to get busy.
The whirring of the blower began.
“Is this iron smelting?”
"I see, this is an intangible cultural heritage, making iron flowers!"
“A group of kids can make iron flowers?”
"Isn't this too dangerous?"
Domestic audiences have already guessed the clues.
But those teachers and students abroad still can't guess it.
Everyone stretched their necks and looked at the stage intently.
About ten minutes later, the autistic boy finally finished editing the last part and gave Shen Xian a silly smile.
Shen Xian understood what he meant and waved towards the stage.
About seven or eight children came over and carefully held all the cut red papers in their hands.
Following Shen Xian's order, they carefully opened the red paper.
The red paper was more than ten meters long and seventy to eighty centimeters wide.
When the entire scene was presented in front of the camera, there was an uproar in the audience!
Because, this young man was actually cutting a section of the Great Wall!
A paper-cut Great Wall that is more than ten meters long.
The whole body is red, and under the light, it is extremely bright, lifelike, and extremely three-dimensional!
Every brick and every detail are handled extremely well and are full of artistic sense.
The large screen behind magnified the paper-cut Great Wall more than forty times.
Everyone stared at the big screen in a daze, their hearts filled with shock.
Is this really something that was cut out by an autistic teenager?
Even for an older generation of intangible cultural heritage masters, it would not be easy to complete this paper-cut in a very short time, right?
"His name is Su Jie. He suffers from autism and comes from a small mountain village in southern Anhui. He grew up with his grandmother."
"His academic performance is not good, and he even has difficulty communicating normally. You define him by his grades and put him in the category of poor students."
"But how many people can match his talent in paper cutting?"
Shen Xian's voice was so deafening and powerful that it made many educators fall into deep thought.
Then, Shen Xian spoke again: "We Chinese youths, not one is inferior!"
We Chinese youth are all good!
The sound was like thunder, echoing in the gymnasium, in front of the camera, and in every classroom.
Youth is full of passion and dreams.
At this moment, the hot blood in their bodies was completely ignited by Shen Xian's words, and they felt goose bumps rising on their bodies!
"Teacher Shen!"
"Teacher Shen is invincible. From today on, Teacher Shen is my idol!"
“Teacher Shen Xian is the real teacher!”
Countless students began to cheer, and many of them began to shed tears when they looked at Shen Xian's figure.
After doing all this, Shen Xian was the first to start applauding.
The second person to applaud was Ning Zheng!
Intangible cultural heritage is the pride of the nation. It has been accumulated through the course of history and none of it is just for show!
"Is it done?" After applauding, Shen Xian looked at the nine students in black robes.
One of the leading students said to Shen Xian: "Okay, Teacher Shen."
"Please step back and give the venue to the performers." Shen Xian said, and he and many students retreated more than 20 meters away, almost to the edge of the stage.
The lights in the venue dimmed.
In the center of the stage, only the magnificent light from the furnace illuminated the sky. Eight figures in black robes stood in each position, and each of them held two special iron cages in their hands.
The leading student was a sixteen-year-old boy who used a crucible to scoop out a spoonful of molten iron like magma from the furnace.
The flying sparks stayed briefly on his eyelashes, like the falling feathers of an ancient mythical bird.
The boy who had been punished for fighting had a focused expression on his face. The fire reflected on his bronze face, making his tender face red, and it was clearly displayed on the big screen.
"Come!" said the boy.
One of the students walked over holding an iron cage.
Both iron cages are the size of basketballs, with an iron pipe welded in the middle, about two meters long.
The first spoonful of molten iron was put into the iron cage. As the young man swung the iron cage, the molten iron exploded. Thirty-six thousand sparks broke free from gravity and weaved a three-dimensional fire net in the air fifteen meters above the ground!
In the darkness, there are tiny bits of light, like countless sparks, like countless fireflies, and even more like the twinkling stars in the vast universe!
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