Wooden Flute Reading Answer

The Nanjing Philosopher's Association was recruiting folk musicians, including a wooden flute player. After two rounds, only two musicians were left for each instrument. The two were cut in half, two to one. The final exam was held in the lecture hall of the Art Academy. "Wooden flute. Please welcome Mr. Zhu Dan." Before his voice faded, a person stood up from a row of wintersweet bonsai. He was slender and delicate. His black brocade robe seemed to have tightly bound him like a plum tree. The plum blossoms on his clothes seemed to have bloomed on the branches. Walking into the room, Zhu Dan stood still and carefully took out his wooden flute from the velvet cover. Then, he raised his head and saw a row of examiners in the vast space. In the middle of the main examiner's seat was the famous danish music master. Grandmaster didn't say anything, only silently sizing up Zhu Dan. After a long while, Grandmaster casually pulled out a card from the stack of cards in front of him. Then the assistant humbly took the card and handed it to Zhu Dan. He took the card and saw that it was written on it: Choose one of the following two pieces of music to express joy: 1."Ode to Joy" by Bach;2."Four Little Swans Dance" by Tchaikovsky. After reading the card, Zhu Dan's eyes flashed with a trace of grief. Then, he bowed deeply to the head examiner. " I'm sorry," she said hesitantly." Can we change the tune?" This soft sentence had the effect of exploding thunder. The head examiner was at a loss. "Why?" Zhu Dan replied,"Because I can't play the happy song today." "Why?" "Because today is December 13th…the anniversary of the Nanjing Massacre," said Zhu Dan. For a long time, there was silence. "You are a very talented young man. Shouldn't you have forgotten what your exam is today?" "I haven't forgotten," Zhu Dan replied. But-forgive me-" "Then, you can go back now." Grandmaster waved his hand at Zhu Dan without waiting for him to finish. Hearing this, Zhu Dan immediately burst into bitter tears. He bowed to the examiner with tears in his eyes, then gently put the wooden flute back into the velvet cover, turned around, and left. At night, it began to snow in Stone City. There was no purpose, and there was no need for a purpose. Zhu Dan walked toward the memorial to the compatriots who died in the Nanjing Massacre under Jiming Temple. There was actually a formation of children there. There were children, boys, and girls. They were of different heights and dressed differently. It was obvious that they had gathered spontaneously. There was a layer of white snow on their heads and shoulders, like a young pine forest. Perseverance was childish perseverance, and silence was naive silence. Each child held a red candle in their hands, and tears like rubies flowed from the red candles. In an instant, the snow became heavier and fell in clumps. In Ren Lixue, Zhu Dan carefully took out the wooden flute from the velvet cover and gently played it. His voice was sorrowful and forbearing, like blood dripping from his veins. The sound of cold freezing, the sound of fire warming. The falling snowflakes rose up one after another, carrying the sound of the flute as it echoed between heaven and earth. After he finished playing, someone patted Zhu Dan's shoulder lightly. He turned around and saw that it was the Danish-based music master. " Thank you for your excellent performance," the master said." What I should tell you now is that you have been officially accepted by the orchestra." "Why?" Zhu Dan asked. "For a spirit, a national spirit that mankind is losing." Finished speaking, Grandmaster tightly gripped Zhu Dan's hand. Zhu Dan held a wooden flute in his hand. 1. The article mainly wrote about what happened with the music master? Please summarize them one by one in simple sentences 2. What were the characteristics of Zhu Dan in the novel? Please briefly analyze