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evening

The western sky was golden

At this moment, a melodious piece of music floats in the air from far and near, playing smoothly, ups and downs, very pleasant.

Everyone had just finished dinner and sat in the courtyard to rest.

Hearing the sound of erhu in the distance, the old man asked curiously:

"Hey, who's pulling the erhu?"

"Hehe, if you guess correctly, it should be the second master, he is performing an erhu solo!" Zhang Feng smiled and said,

"I didn't expect the second uncle to play the erhu so well, but why don't you usually hear him play the erhu?" Old man Liu nodded, and then asked Zhang Feng again.

"The second uncle's erhu has been playing for decades, but in the last two years, he has become obsessed with chess, so he has played less!" Zhang Feng explained with a smile.

I remember when I was a child, Zhang Feng remembered very clearly that every evening, whenever the second master had time, he would take a small horse and sit by the Moon Lake to play solo, but unfortunately he didn't know how to appreciate it at that time, and felt that the sound of the erhu was so muddy and unpleasant.

After growing up, Zhang Feng discovered that in fact, erhu also has his unique charm, such as the song "Horse Racing", which Zhang Feng loves very much.

This piece of music is deeply loved by people for its majestic momentum, warm breath, and unrestrained melody.

Whether it is a majestic racer or a galloping and neighing horse, they are vividly expressed by the melody of the erhu. The music unfolds to the neighing of Gunma, and the melody is rough and unrestrained.

The crisp and elastic jumping bow from far to near, and the strong and weak trills depict the celebration of the horse race by the Mongolian herdsmen.

The use of erhu fast bow and jumping bow skills, as well as the use of plucking strings and vibrato skills, show a vivid and enthusiastic horse racing scene in front of us.

"I really didn't expect your second uncle's "Erquan Reflecting the Moon" to play so well!" Old Man Liu said with admiration while listening carefully.

"Grandma, Erquan Yingyue was created by the blind Ah Bing, right?" Yiyi also nodded with admiration, and then asked Grandma curiously.

"Hehe, yes, speaking of the blind Ah Bing, he is really very talented......" Grandma Liu is more familiar with history and told everyone.

Ah Bing (1893-1950), real name Hua Yanjun, was a blind folk artist from Wuxi, Jiangsu.

On August 17, 1893, he was born in the "Yihe Mountain House" next to the Lei Zun Hall in Wuxi, and his father Hua Qinghe (No. Xuemei) was the Taoist priest of the Lei Zun Hall in Wuxi Dongxu Palace. Ah Bing suffered a lot in his life, his mother Qin died more than a year after he was born, when he was 20 years old, his father fell ill and died, at the age of 21, he suffered from eye disease, at the age of 35, he lost his sight, died on December 4, 1950, and was buried in the cemetery of "Yihe Mountain House" at the foot of the mountain in the western suburbs of Wuxi.

Due to social turmoil and embarrassment in life, he lived on the streets for most of his life, making a living by performing arts, suffering from the bitterness and bitterness of the world, and he was blind when he created "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon".

This piece of music expresses the bitterness and stubbornness of a wandering artist who has experienced the ups and downs and tribulations of life in old China. The whole piece is tactful and smooth, with ups and downs, and it is a variation-style piece. The affectionate melody is like crying, sad and angry, sometimes euphemistic and low, sometimes agitated and high-pitched, which not only expresses the author's inner indignation and sorrow, but also expresses the yearning for a better life and an ideal realm.

I have to say that life is a whetstone, and many people who have made great achievements in history have almost experienced social turmoil and displacement.

For example, the great poets and writers of ancient times either did not meet their talents, or they were derogatory and depressed, so that they could have a deeper understanding of the essence of life and create masterpieces that have been passed down through the ages.

"Let's go old woman, let's go and see, where is the second master pulling the erhu!" After listening to it for a while, the old man finally couldn't help it and wanted to go and see the excitement.

"Grandparents, we're going too. ”

Yiyi hurriedly took Zhang Feng's arm, followed her grandparents and followed the sound of erhu, and walked towards the entrance of the village.

When everyone came to the small square at the entrance of the village

At this time, the square was very lively, everyone sat together in twos and threes, chatting hotly.

The rest of the people almost all gathered around the second uncle, listening to the second uncle playing the erhu, and there were many tourists who stayed in the village, holding mobile phones and taking pictures with clicks.

"Hehe, I didn't expect the second uncle to have so many fans!" Seeing so many people watching the second uncle here, Yiyi grinned.

"Hehe, look at Mao Ya Xiaoshi, they all listen so seriously!"

Zhang Feng nodded, then pointed to a few little children in the crowd and said with a smile.

Yiyi was also happy when she saw it, and it was really interesting to see the serious appearance of the little kids.

As soon as the song was played, the crowd of onlookers immediately cheered loudly!

"Okay, the second uncle is really good!"

"Okay!Second Uncle will do it again!!"

Seeing that everyone likes the erhu they play so much, the second uncle is also very happy, as if he has found a soulmate who he has not seen for many years, so he changed the track again.

As the melodious erhu sound sounded again, the crowd became quiet again.

"This seems to be the song "Horse Racing", right?" Yiyi asked as she looked at Zhang Feng curiously.

Zhang Feng smiled and nodded, to be honest, this one is Zhang Feng's favorite erhu song, because of its super high difficulty, in Zhang Feng's opinion, it can be played with erhu, it is really close to the limit of erhu, especially the neighing of the horse, and the scalp of the listener is numb, it is really awesome and cool.

It was getting dark

The white bird returns to its nest, and night falls.

After the second uncle finished playing this "Horse Race", he also put away the erhu and ended today's training.

However, the tourists and villagers felt that they had not yet heard it, and some tourists took out their violins, went on the stage by themselves, and played the famous violin song "Liang Zhu".

In the melodious and tactful music of Liang Zhu, everyone seems to see a scene of birds singing and flowers, and the spring is bright. On this beautiful day, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai knew and fell in love with each other, full of sweetness.

Then the rhythm turned, the artistic conception changed abruptly, and the music revealed the ups and downs of their love, tossing and turning.

Subsequently, the music was like a storm, full of despair, and it also showed the unyielding loyalty of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, and the determination to pursue love.

Finally, the music becomes melodious again, as if wishing them a lover in heaven to be married, to be paired together, and to be accompanied by white heads.

"Well, why is this song so sad!" Yiyi said with red eyes.

Zhang Feng smiled and grabbed her hand tightly.

"Rest assured, we will always be together and will never be separated!"

Yiyi's eyes flashed with tears, nodded excitedly, and grabbed Zhang Feng's arm tightly, not letting him go.

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