The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

"Kyudo, an artistic and ceremonial sport, when it comes to its origins, you may have to thank the cultural spread from China."

"In the very remote ancient times, with the arrival of the "Book of Rites", let us Japanese people know the existence of the "Book of Rites".

"Let the country, who is not yet aware of the hierarchical system, finally realized the importance of the courtesy of the emperor and the ministers and the courtesy of father and son during the process of drinking and hosting a banquet."

"Looking at our archery target, it is still imitated by the oldest tradition, which is made by sweeping straw made of straw."

"The fundamental reason is the influence of the Ming Dynasty Chinese archaeologist Gao Ying's "Shen Xuezheng Zong"."

"So much of the historical and cultural precipitation has been preserved to this day. As a Japanese, I am very proud!"

"I also deeply admire the Chinese ancients' preaching, teaching, deceiving and deciphering karma!"

"So, please watch a set of the most classical archery competition as the highest gift for visitors from afar this time!"

"Please!"

In this case, you are welcome.

The assistant of the visiting team took out the dv he used to record the filming and asked: "So Fujiwara-sensei, don't you mind letting your son appear on the camera together?"

Fujiwara, who thought his son was good enough, naturally nodded. The photographer who was allowed naturally turned the lens to the young man Fujiwara Hiroshi.

The drizzle in the lens has gradually stopped, and the cool time after the rain is very suitable for bow and arrow.

Hiroshi Fujiwara on the pavilion, under the eyes of a group of classmates, stood sideways under the eaves of the pavilion. He split his legs, erected the bow, took the arrow, and bent the bow. How much obstacle he caused, as if he had used it many times, very skillful.

When the bow was slightly full, and after letting go of the bowstring, the opponent's wrist seemed to be very free and casual, he relaxed the longbow in his hand, and let the longbow fall naturally, turning it into a very beautiful semicircle. .

This is a fusion of the method of arching and arching of the Mongols in the Yuan Dynasty.

The arrow is out, the archer keeps his hands, and don't care about the final score of 999 or 10.

What matters is that his heart is peaceful and upright, and what matters is whether his movements are smooth and free.

This is a process of asking the heart, and it is also the highest embodiment of tempering will.

It's a pity that maybe it was the addition of many strangers who broke in suddenly, or the reflection of the camera lying in front of him was too abrupt.

Hiroshi Fujiwara, who made this set of actions, still showed a lot of slight flaws in front of Fujiwara who had been immersed in this way for many years.

For a strict father, his brows frowned unnaturally.

This kind of little movement of the father is very familiar to a son who knows how to admire him.

This means that after the guest leaves, he may be a little bit unlucky.

But Hiroshi Fujiwara, who was rather clever, thought of a misfortune. No, it was a good idea to divert his father's mind to be precise.

He just casually glanced at the trembling arrows on the target, and after making sure that he did not miss the target, he bowed deeply in the direction of the Chinese visiting group.

Said: "Just laughed!"

"If there are friends coming from afar, my father's friends should receive them solemnly."

"I don't know, friends, are you interested? You can also come up and try."

This is a bit interesting.

If it is a general world-standard archery sport, after the coaches in the gym do some simple archery guidance, and then practice repeatedly, you are not too stupid. If you don’t look at the results, you can still achieve basic performance. Looks good.

But the Japanese Kyudo is too different.

Just being able to lift the two-meter-two bow is a matter of practice.

But this is the nature of young people. They are curious about new things that they have never tried.

A few disciples with vivacious personalities stood up and responded, "Is it okay? But we didn't wear the traditional archery costumes. Isn't it serious enough?"

But the cunning Fujiwara Hiroshi worked hard to turn all this into a farce of collective activities.

Naturally, he comforted: "Does things matter first? Everyone just feels the charm of the Kyudo for themselves, not participating in the competition. There are strict judges."

"It does not matter."

"That's good, shall we try?"

The young man who took the lead took the lead in taking the bow that Fujiwara Hiroshi handed over.

And the first reaction of our players after they got it was, Mom, this bow is too long.

The young man who is accustomed to the traditional Chinese archery concept is very uncomfortable just holding the bow upright.

But when he found that the place where the bow and arrow were set up turned out to be the middle and lower part of the bow, he was inexplicably at a loss.

Bend the bow to tie the strings, didn’t you say it’s right in the center?

Bend the full moon in the bow, why is your bow, a stretched string still a mooncake with facial paralysis?

But the arrow stick has been handed to the hand, the basic elements have been explained, the arrow has to be sent on the string, that is to say the situation of this young man at this time.

Well, don't pay attention to the beauty of manners, let's shoot it out and talk about it.

Whoosh, patter.

Gululu...

The poor arrow that fell ten meters away from the 28-meter target, just like this, fell helplessly into the muddy water in the courtyard.

Ha ha ha ha.

When I saw Fujiwara whose children were worse than my own, I felt a lot more relieved inexplicably.

On the side, Fujiwara Hiroshi's classmates were stunned by the clumsiness of these foreign guests, and then very politely suppressed the smile on their faces.

For those who have come into contact with Kyudo for the first time, they are so-so, don’t laugh.

The young man who had put down his hand was also confidant about his performance. When he bent the bow and took the arrow, he just thought about how to hold the bow and how to shoot the arrow. As for the morality and the questioning, it was a trace. I didn't even consider it.

It seems that this kind of ancient inheritance is still quite difficult for people who don't understand or practice.

Gu Zheng on the side looked at everyone's communication on the kyudo from the corner of his eye, and rolled his eyes boredly. When he was about to yawn again, he was shown by Professor Yang on the side.

This student, who was temporarily brought in, did not say that he was well integrated into this exchange activity, but instead brazenly paddling here. This kind of passive sabotage behavior is very intolerable.

So Professor Yang smacked Gu Zheng's knee secretly with his feet crossed on the side, snarled to the side of the dojo and said, "I said, you should go up and show your face too."

"Isn't the photographer on the side shooting?"

"Let me tell you, don't take this visit to the Fujiwara family seriously. The calligraphy and painting buyer and gallery of Waguni who have contacted this time, he is the one who made great efforts."

"If it can give him a bit of an impression of you, then your paintings, but among the senior painters, will be able to raise the price."

For Professor Yang's request, Gu Zheng was speechless.

Who knows that during the period he was in college, except for the two paintings he drew when he participated in the competition, the rest of the time was when he finished his homework, and he came up with two freely.

What can be done with just a few paintings in this trivial area?

Who will buy it?

However, his current top leader is Professor Yang. There is an old Chinese saying that you must listen to the leaders.

Then I'm obedient, so I can barely go up and show my face.

To be honest, he didn't attract attention when he played, it was purely to bully people.

Thinking of this, Gu Zheng shrugged his shoulders, and finally gave Professor Yang a vaccination: "This is what you told me to go. It made a mess and affected the cultural exchanges between the two countries. Don't blame me."

As for who made the fool out of it... it's not easy to say.

And Professor Yang on the side just gave him the most contemptuous little eyes. He may have expressed deep contempt for his evasive words. He just flicked his head and didn't even bother to speak. The central idea Just one: go!

Got it, patted the suit pants that wrinkled because of sitting cross-legged. This is because Gu Zheng was traveling for today's event. Now that Ginza bought the formal suit, he got up with confidence.

To his compatriots who have been hesitant on the court since their attempts at www.wuxiaspot.com~ said: "I'll try it. Anyway, I've stroked the bow before."

Hearing what Gu Zheng said, the companion on the side hurriedly handed the bow to his hand, and said with a sigh of relief: "That's great, you can try it."

"But be careful, this Japanese bow is not the same as ours."

Gu Zheng smiled slightly at the kindness of his companion, but after getting the bow and arrow, he once again passed his hand in the direction of Fujiwara Hiroshi: "I don't know if you can lend me your hand protection bag."

"Although it is an attempt, our hands are not nearly the same, but when shooting arrows, it is still easy to hurt our hands."

"If a pair of writing hands are injured, then that is the real loss that belongs to the painting and calligraphy circles."

Everyone in the field was taken aback by this sentence.

Even the companions who tried before were moved a little bit.

What a good friend, I was a bit dissatisfied with being robbed of the limelight by him in the car before, and now I can find a chance to step down.

Yes, my hands are for painting, so bending the bow and the arrow is not worthy.

Hearing Gu Zheng's request, Fujiwara Hiroshi's expression on the side was slightly more subtle.

This turned out to be a Chinese who can shoot?

Wouldn't it be so unlucky that he would blow up a master, right?

Ha ha ha... how could it be possible.

Therefore, Fujiwara Hiroshi very happily handed the protective handbag to Gu Zheng, watching him very skillfully put half of his palm in his hand, holding a bow, and standing on the bright courtyard corridor.

After he retired, the court was clean, leaving Gu Zheng alone.

This man in a neat suit is not half abrupt in this antique scene.