As soon as I thought of it, I went to look for gourds and suitable bamboo. When I came back at night, all the materials were ready, and I began to assemble and ponder.

Seeing that he was tinkering, but it was not the violin he saw, Ah Zi pouted a little unhappily and said, "Didn't Lang Jun agree to make violin for others? ”

hugged her and said, "That violin needs ebony, that ebony is very rare and rare, and there is no one here." ”

At that moment, he told the story of himself and Mu Wanqing sneaking into someone's house to steal the ebony box, and the tension and excitement made Ah Zi's eyes wide open and interested. He took him by the hand and said, "Why don't we steal again, it's really fun." ”

touched her little face and smiled: "Okay, when your injuries are healed, I will take you to Jiangnan to be the big thief again." ”

Ah Zi nodded excitedly, and her little face turned a little red.

I picked up the gourd silk that had been made and tried the sound, and I felt that the sound was clear and tactful, delicate and mellow, although there were slight flaws, but it was also a rare treasure. At the moment, he said teasingly: "Zi'er, why don't I play a song for you?"

Ah Zi was very unhappy when he saw such a strange and ugly thing, and he was also interested at the moment, and said, "You blow it, I'll listen to it." ”

Seeing her like this, I knew that she must have seen the ugliness of the instrument and did not like it, and thought, if I played a beautiful note, you would be fascinated by it. put the gourd silk to his mouth and played the famous song "Bamboo House Love Story" of the gourd silk.

The melody is melodious and long, and it is indeed very beautiful, but how does Ah Zi understand music? I was pestering to make a violin before, and I also saw that Mu Wanqing and Ah Bi knew it, and I thought that I would know it too. Now this is not the strange thing of the violin, although the sound of the play is beautiful, she is also not interesting, lazily said: "You play it yourself first, I am sleepy, sleep first." ”

I felt the blow very much, and smiled bitterly in my heart, it could be that my song was ugly, and I listened to it well, it seems that Ah Zi doesn't like the gourd silk. If Qing'er or Bi'er heard this song played by Hulusi, they would definitely like it.

Seeing Ah Zi lying on the bed, under the moonlight, with a sweet smile on his face, he had fallen asleep. Get up, look at the full moon outside the window, a faint sadness comes to my heart, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, I don't know how Qing'er and Bi'er are now? Are they still looking for themselves everywhere? Are they in trouble?

Thinking of this, his heart was very troubled, so he blew out the oil lamp, jumped down from the window, and soared towards the hill outside the cottage.

But when Gillian returned to the room, she felt very shy and remorseful, and she was very angry in her heart. I saw him like a decent man and a gentleman before, but it turned out that he was also such a shameless person. But I couldn't help but think of his provocative words, my cheeks were hot, and there was some joy in my heart.

Gillian locked herself in the room and never left the house, even if she didn't eat dinner, she was embarrassed and shy in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Between being annoyed and secretly happy, she listened to a very beautiful music, the tune was soft, which made her heart gradually calm down and slowly integrate into the artistic conception of the music. A faint trace of sadness, as if confiding in a lover, a good whisper, a good honey tenderness.

Gillian walked to the window, and heard the tune coming from the small building opposite, she knew that Ah Zi didn't understand the rhythm, this time it must have been played by the man, right? I didn't think he still had such skills, this song was lingering and delicate, like a lover's whispering dialogue, but she had heard it before, and she must have written it himself. couldn't help but be fascinated by listening, and looked at the small building opposite.

But suddenly the tune suddenly stopped, and after a long time, he didn't continue to play, I think he must have slept?

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he saw a black figure jumping out of the window, looking at the figure, it was Li Daming without a doubt. What was he going to do at such a late hour? Filled with doubt and curiosity, he jumped out of the window and followed from a distance.

Gillian walked along the mountain road, and halfway through, she heard the beautiful music again, but she changed to another tune, and the tune was very sad, which made people feel like tears. Gillian's heart moved, he must have something sad, otherwise how could he be so sad? Could it be that he is homesick? The Han people are homesick for the moon, and he thinks about it too.

Gillian listened to the mournful and moving music while carefully going up the mountain, for fear of disturbing the performance. When she arrived at the top of the mountain, she saw that she was standing on the edge of the cliff of the mountain, with her back to herself, with the bright moon on her head, her body became more and more magnificent, and her mind was more and more obsessed with him.

After listening to his song, with a long sigh, Gillian mustered up her courage, stood up, and blurted out: "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground." Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown. Brother Zhang, is he homesick?"

looked back at her, shook his head and smiled, didn't answer her, still turned his head and looked at the bright moon in the sky.

Home, where is home?

Is it the land of Hebei that is now occupied by the Khitans in the north?

It was once conceived there, and the memories of the first half of Zhang Hao's life are there.

Apparently not, time and space have been deranged, and it is no longer his hometown.

Is it an Aegean island on the Taihu Lake in the south of the Yangtze River?

There is a love hut built by himself and Qing'er, and the sweet tenderness is full of it.

Apparently not, although there are unforgettable memories there, it is not the hometown in my heart.

Where is your hometown?

Look back at the moonlight there!

A man should rely on a three-foot sword to break through the world, he is too hypocritical this time.

That hometown is in my heart!

If you have a hometown in your heart, you will be a home everywhere, and if you have pride in your heart, you will be sprinkled with blood everywhere, and you should wake up!

You can go back to your home at will, and there are still many women waiting, and the reason why this is the case is that the entry is too deep. Fortunately, I have woken up now, everything is just a game, and I will return when the time comes.

August is the sacrificial ceremony of Miao Village, to carry out the activities of worshipping ancestors and souls such as vertebral ox, eating pigs, jumping incense, returning vows, Anlong, etc., which is a very grand celebration gift of Miao people in a year.

Early in the morning, the men, women and children of the entire Miao Village were dressed in costumes and gathered in the square in the village, bustling and lively. The girls of the Miao nationality all wear silver flower crowns, silver collars around their necks, silver locks on their chests, and silver cloaks on their backs, which are also decorated with many silver pendants, silver rings, and silver bells. Girls in costumes came together to decorate the whole venue into a sea of silver. [.]