Dugu Weiwei studied all kinds of knowledge all day long, and the enrichment of new words lasted for a long time, and the days passed by suddenly, and after the hot summer, the weather became cooler day by day. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

On August 15, it coincides with the Mid-Autumn Festival. The family sits under the moon at night to admire the moon, and there are some round cakes, watermelons, grapes and other foods beside them.

During this time, Dugu Weiwei's pipa has become more and more advanced, and it is rare for the family to be interested, so she improvised a song "Moon Er Gao".

At this moment, the bright moon is like day, shining on the earth, and playing this song is also suitable for the occasion, if there is a vast sea wave or a trickle, it will be more perfect.

Dugu Weize praised vigorously: "My sister has only been learning the pipa for a long time, and she can play much better than the self-proclaimed talented girl in the state school." My sister is really smart. ”

Dugu Weimao said: "It's also good to rely on my mother's teaching." ”

Shen slanted at him with a smile, and said lightly: "Pour less ecstasy soup!"

"How is it ecstasy soup! My son sincerely thinks that your mother teaches you well, otherwise how could my sister learn so quickly?

Dugu Weiwei got up with the pipa in his arms, handed it to Shen's hand and said with a smile: "My daughter is talented, and my mother doesn't need to be too humble." The so-called famous teacher produces a high apprentice, and my mother is a famous teacher, so she can teach me a high apprentice. ”

Dugu Shaotang immediately stroked his palm in agreement: "That's right, one teaches well, and the other learns quickly."

Shen was speechless by the family's boasting, took the pipa, debugged it a few times, and said, "I'm here to have a fun too." ”

Dugu Weimao and Dugu Weize responded in unison, and Dugu Weiwei said loudly: "Daddy, let's dance." ”

Dugu Shaotang laughed and replied loudly: "Okay! Chunwei, take the sword!"

Mama Shen smiled in Shen's ear and said, "Uncle and Mrs. haven't danced with Qu for many years. ”

Shen nodded, and said with a little nostalgia: "Yes, I haven't had this leisure for many years." ”

Poetry and books are sung together, music and dance are harmonious, this is all a matter of youth.

Since becoming a housewife and having children to take care of, the flowers before and after the moon when I was young, Qingqing and I gradually faded away, leaving only the trivial life of firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Those piano, chess, calligraphy and painting can only fade the color and leave it for the occasional rise to decorate life.

Not long after, Chunwei came over with Dugu Shaotang's Qingfeng long sword.

Dugu Shaotang pulled out the scabbard with a "choked" sound, and threw it in the direction of Dugu Weize with one hand.

Dugu Weize hurriedly caught it, and muttered in a low voice: "I didn't say hello, I almost didn't hit my nose." ”

Dugu Shaotang nodded at Shen, Shen understood, tried a few sounds, moved his five fingers a few times, and raised his head to Dugu Shaotang.

Shen straightened his posture, his expression turned solemn, he was silent for a few breaths, and raised his hand to pick the strings.

A single note leaked from her fingertips, followed by several high-low and high tones.

Gradually, these monotones were hooked, played, wiped, and strung together at Shen's fingertips, strung together into a soft and tactful music, and strung together into a soft spring blossom.

The ice melted in the stream and flowed down the water, sometimes colliding with each other with a tinkling sound.

The willow trees on the shore stretched their branches, the willow leaves shyly bloomed their bodies, growing little by little, and the tender green bodies quietly transformed into emerald green, and finally grew into dense green shades.

The flowers open their bright smiles to welcome the invitation of butterflies to dance together. The glow of the sun is ten thousand ways, and the distant mountains and near the water are like bathing in holy light.

The picturesque scroll, the infinite rivers and mountains, gradually spread out in the hands of the Shen family.

Russia, the rumors are rising.

With an accent of five fingers on the strings, the music shifts abruptly.

The mountains and rivers are thousands of miles, and the remnant sun is like blood, as if it has been stagnant, becoming heavy and solemn.

The depressed sound of the piano became more and more tragic, and Shen's ten fingers plucked, swept, kneaded, and rolled on the strings, playing the iron hooves, playing the long wind whimpering, and playing the earth's moaning and long howl.

The heavy and solemn music brings the listener into a torrential rain and wind, the sky is low and the clouds are dark, the people are displaced, and the mountains and rivers are broken!

At this time, Dugu Shaotang dragged the long sword into the field step by step, and he didn't know whether the beat coincided with the pace, or the pace led to the beat, the two correspondedly, and the atmosphere became solemn and calm.

The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return......

The sword rises, and the music quickens.

Heroes are born, swords are swung, and demons bow down.

The long sword in Dugu Shaotang's hand stabbed left and right, sometimes dancing into a ball, sometimes jumping up and slashing diagonally, sometimes like lifting a thousand jun, sometimes like a feather.

The sound of the piano turns sharply like a frightened string, and the wind goes up through the clouds and the moon, and the sound can crack the silk.

In the music, it seems that the iron hooves of the army can be heard everywhere, splashing the stumps and short remains. You can hear the sound of war drums, trumpets, howls, neighing horses, the clasping of bowstrings, the buzzing of lost arrows, the sound of long knives entering flesh, and the sound of blood splattering......

Finally, the battle ended, and the Hulu retreated, leaving devastation in their wake.

In the afterglow of victory, the sound of the piano gradually became sad.

The slanting sun stains blood, and the northern geese mourn. Although the captives were broken, how many soldiers were buried in the yellow sand, and the loyal souls remained in the land forever.

The Han attacked the Huns, although they had Yin Mountain, the pillow remains were all over the field......

The sword in Dugu Shaotang's hand seemed to be entangled in cobwebs, and it was heavy and heavy.

As the sound of the piano grew lower and lower, the sword could no longer be raised, and finally drooped. The music stopped.

After the song "Broken" was played, the courtyard was silent, and there seemed to be a desolate and tragic afterglow in the air.

After a while, Mama Shen first came back to her senses, wiped the tears on her face, and said with a smile: "Madame's piano skills are getting better and better, I didn't feel anything when I listened to Madame play this piece in the early years, but today I feel uncomfortable panic when I listen to it." ”

Dugu Weiwei applauded loudly: "Great, my father and mother are really amazing!"

He said embarrassedly: "It's just that it's not a good day, what a happy day today, and the people who hurt my father and mother are crying." ”

Dugu Shaotang laughed, leaned closer and tied Dugu Weiwei with the stubble on his chin, and said with a smile in his daughter's scream: "That's because my father and your mother will have this song." ”

Dugu Weiwei stretched out his voice, "Oh---- I see. However, this song alone is better than countless people in the world. ”

Dugu Shaotang let out another burst of laughter, and Shen couldn't help laughing.

The husband and wife glanced at each other, and they both felt that compared with when they were young, they were dancing again at this moment, and they felt a little more like each other, and they had a sense of spiritual connection.

Dugu Weize can also feel a little bit of the meaning in the music, and he feels quite melancholy. Dugu Weimao was completely insensitive.

Some people can tell the joy and sorrow from the music, and some people just listen to the excitement. The so-called playing the piano to the cow is nothing more than that.