"But what's the big deal," Zhang Zhaohua said: "Although music is a thing, it is important to be sad but not sad, but in the past, Empress Chen died in the country with "Yushu Backyard Flower", but the same tune, Tang Taizong also heard it. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Tang Taizong heard about the backyard flowers," Senior Brother Yang was very surprised by her age, and couldn't help touching her head with his hand, and said with a smile: "But what people always remember is not the backyard flowers, but "King Qin's Breaking Array Music". ”

"In this way, Brother Yang seems to have a lot of insight into music," Zhang Zhaohua asked seriously, "Then you say, what is the role of music?"

This time Senior Brother Yang seemed to be asked, he pondered for a while, Zhang Zhaohua could see that under the cover of the lights and candles in the distance, his slender eyebrows and eyes were like half of a pool of clear water flowing for a long time, and then he said: "Static energy leads, the weak defeat the strong, the humble do not commit, the Tao of the Tao, and the protection of Tai Chi are the effects of music." ”

Zhang Zhaohua and Brother Duan were stunned, Zhang Zhaohua shook his head and said: "Si Yan is very good, Si Yan is very good!"

Suddenly, there was a loud "bang", which startled all three of them to look up. It turned out to be a bangzi, this kind of hardwood bangzi is familiar to everyone, it is sung in Henan dialect, all with a roar, I can't hear what is being sung for a long time, but the music is high-pitched and agitated, tragic and rough is true, this thing is by no means Henan Opera, in fact, there is a little bit of the style of the Qin dialect in later generations, because as soon as the bangzi sounds, the whole village can drag the long sound cavity out, seven turns and eighteen bends, but it feels inexplicably happy.

"It's still a bang, it's strong," it is obvious that Duange'er, a child who grew up in Yongcheng, still likes his hometown accent, "Sing slowly, and then turn on the cymbals-"

"This is brought from Shaanxi and Shanxi, and it is not something native to Henan," Senior Brother Yang said: "I immigrated to Henan with me, and there are voices in Tongzhou, Shaanxi, and Puzhou, Shanxi, but it seems to be put in Henan official dialect, which is also very flavorful." ”

"How do you know everything," Zhang Zhaohua sighed sincerely: "Is it written in the book?"

"In the books I've read, these things haven't been written yet," Senior Brother Yang shook his head and said, "But I don't dare to guarantee that there is no book in the world that specifically records the sound of music, if there is, I hope it will not disappear in the hundred years of the Mengyuan disaster." ”

Where can the books that perished in the 100-year disasters of the Mengyuan Dynasty compare with the cutting, deletion and alteration of ancient Chinese books by a so-called "Siku Quanshu" revised and compiled by the Manchu Qing Dynasty in the later generations!

"Brother Yang can collect the ancient books scattered all over the world," Zhang Zhaohua said: "Compile hundreds of schools of thought and compile them into a book, including ancient and modern, and think that they will be handed down to the world."

"Hahaha," Senior Brother Yang seemed to laugh so hard that his chest was trembling, and he said after a long time: "Such a good benefit to Xuelin, the merit is in the future, how can I be the only one who can complete it! I'm afraid that Haoshou will not be able to complete it even if he exhausts his life, your heart of this female doll seems to be very big!"

Zhang Zhaohua suddenly remembered that compiling books has always been a matter of the imperial court, and it can only be completed with the strength of the whole country.

"I'm talking about collecting rare ancient books. Zhang Zhaohua said.

"That's also very difficult," Duan Ge'er said: "Who has this kind of rare ancient books, either as treasures, or not allowed to look at them, let alone copy and borrow them-"

"No matter how rare the knowledge is, it is also learned, no matter how precious a book is, if it is not read for a long time, who can know that there is such a book, the person who wrote this book must be angry," Zhang Zhaohua said: "The author originally thought that after the book was completed, he would be seen all over the world, and women and children would know it, but he didn't expect to be cherished by the broom and hidden from the world." ”

The three of them laughed, and then looked up at the sky - fireworks had begun to be set off in front of the shrine of the land god, and it was really bright and bright like clouds, and for a while the people in the city cheered loudly, and the sound shook the heavens and the earth.

A large firework was exploded into the sky, and a large fireball exploded in the sky, and the sparks sparsely sparsely scurried around, and then disappeared again.

"Yo," cried out, "look, gold and silver pillars!"

I saw that the pillars of fireworks that were as white as silver and yellow as gold exploded and erected, and in an instant, they were like thousands of silk ribbons blowing down. The people below were even more excited, and they were all dizzy.

"Oh, I forgot!" Duan Ge'er took out a handful of things from the bag on his waist and said, "I also have fireworks here!"

He gave it to Senior Brother Yang and Zhang Zhaohua, taught them to roll up this small oval firework with a stick, fold it into a triangle, borrow fire from others, and light the firecrackers in their hands As long as you turn your hands, the flame in your hand becomes a bright light source, between waving up and down, this small firework flows out a little bit of fireworks, flying around, and when it is about to burn out, Duangeer will let them throw it far away, and it will explode in the air or the moment it lands, emitting a brighter light.

"This is fun!" Zhang Zhaohua played one after another, and the children next to him were also very envious when they saw this kind of small fireworks, so they divided the three of them into two, and saw that they happily joined hands and ran away.

Of course, when the fireworks and candles and the cloud-like scenery had not yet been admired, someone came to find Senior Brother Yang, and looking at his appearance, it seemed that he was leaving.

Senior Brother Yang put her down, but Zhang Zhaohua didn't follow, grabbed his silk with both hands, and said, "You haven't told me what happened to the dice!"

He smiled and gently squeezed it with his hand, Zhang Zhaohua leaned on his ear knowingly, and listened: "The dice in Yongcheng County are all made of bamboo bones, and the 'virtue and talent' engraved on all sides are long, so this side is the lightest, as long as it is pinched in the hand, the German character is facing up, and it must be the German character when it falls." ”

After he finished speaking, he gently pinched Zhang Zhaohua's face, which was pink and tender, but cold, but the breath coming out of his mouth was indeed hot and soft, so that it hit his fingers and made him a little itchy.

Zhang Zhaohua also looked at him, and when he saw such a person, he seemed to understand what the book meant by "a gentleman is like a jade". In the midst of a bustling crowd, he seemed to be the independent one, and everything else became his background.

Zhang Zhaohua suddenly remembered a poem in the afterglow he had read in his previous life-

If the moon is full in the sky at the beginning of the new snow, there is a shadow of the sky below, and a bright silver is flowing above, and you walk towards me with a smile, between the moon and the snow, you are the third color.

The advantage of modern poetry is that it is not formal, but there are also those who have devoted themselves to translating this loose format into classical Chinese, and of course there are not many successes - but there are also very brilliant ones, such as the translation of Yeats's "The Wedding Dress of the Kingdom of Heaven" into classical Chinese: If there is a heavenly grandson, I am willing to pave the ground for you. Inlaid with gold and silver, light and dark day and night. It is difficult to find a poor family, and the only way to replace it is a dream. Practice cautiously, my dream is unbreakable.

In this situation, Zhang Zhaohua was suddenly able to write a seven-word poem with the song "Stunning Color" in the afterglow.

"The snow is the first day and another winter, and the bright moon is raising its head. Zhang Zhaohua chanted slowly: "It's hard to shine into a stunning color-"

Zhang Zhaohua's gaze floated for a moment, and said, "Lantern Festival actually met Luochengdong!"

She groaned like this, and even she was startled, but Brother Duan next to her, didn't realize that it was her own doing, but said happily: "This poem is written in response to the occasion!"

Senior Brother Yang, who had already walked more than a dozen steps away, paused and looked over. He also opened his mouth, and Zhang Zhaohua tried to recognize: "I wish...... Next year the lights will be better and will be ...... Yaotai meets under the moon. ”

Seeing Senior Brother Yang go away, Zhang Zhaohua suddenly felt bored when he looked at this brilliant scenery again. She grabbed Brother Duan, who was sticking out his head next to her, and asked, "Do you know what that Senior Brother Yang was just now?"

"I know," Brother Duan hurriedly said: "The surname is Yang Mingyu, the residence of the residence, the word Shiqi, is a native of Taihe, Jiangxi." ”

Yang Yu, artichoke - what is this name, Zhang Zhaohua has a black line.

"Jiangxi people, no wonder they know Yiyang dialect and Qingyin. Come to Yongcheng, it's really a residence," Zhang Zhaohua remembered that Brother Duan'er said that this person lived in Yongcheng temporarily to serve his sick mother, and said, "Maybe I won't see you next year." ”