It is said that the old cripple was smashed by everyone on the fishing boat and sank into the sea, knowing that he had no physiology, so he had to close his eyes and listen to him. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info felt that his body was like a fallen leaf, fluttering, and he sank to the bottom in an instant. I heard someone shouting, "Sir, get up!" Get up, sir! It was already dark, and the dining room had been on the table for a long time. The old cripple hurriedly opened his eyes and said, "Ah! It turned out to be a dream! ”

Since that day, a few days have passed, and the old man said to the steward: "Now that the weather is getting colder, the illness of your residence will not occur again, and if there is a place to be commissioned next year, I will serve again." At present, the contemptible people want to go to Jinan Mansion to see the scenery of Daming Lake. "The steward couldn't keep it again and again, so he had to set up a wine and candied party that night; sealed a thousand taels of silver and gave it to the old and disabled, which was regarded as the doctor's remuneration. The old remnant said "thank you" slightly, put it in the cage, said goodbye and left for the car.

All the way to the autumn mountains and red leaves, the old garden yellow flowers, quite not lonely. When I arrived at Jinan Mansion, I came into the city, every spring water, every household weeping poplar, than the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, I felt more interesting. When I arrived at Xiaobu Zhengsi Street, I found an inn called Gaosheng Store, unloaded my luggage, developed the price of the car and wine, ate some dinner indiscriminately, and slept

When I got up early the next morning, I had some snacks and stinged the streets with a string of bells. In the afternoon, I walked to the Quehua Bridge, hired a small boat, swung the oars, and went to the north not far away, and then arrived in front of the Lixia Pavilion. When the ship entered, and entered the gate, there was a pavilion, and most of the paint had been peeled away. There is a couplet hanging on the pavilion, which is written as "this Tinggu in the past, and there are many famous people in Jinan", and it reads "Du Gong Department Sentence" and "Daozhou He Shaojiwei" under it. Although there are a few houses next to the pavilion, it is not of much interest. Disembarked again, swung westward, not far away, and arrived at the Iron Gong Ancestral Hall. Who are you Dao Tiegong? It was the Tie Xuan who was embarrassed with King Yan in the early Ming Dynasty. Later generations respect his loyalty, so in the spring and autumn season, the local people still continue to come here to incense.

In front of the Tiegong Ancestral Hall, look south, only to see the opposite thousand Buddha Mountain, Sanskrit monk building, and the pine and cypress, high and low, red fiery red, white snow white, green indigo, green green, and the half of the red maple sandwiched in it, as if a big painting of Zhao Qianli of the Song Dynasty, made a screen dozens of miles long. was admiring endlessly, suddenly heard a fishing song, looked down, who knew that the lake had been clear like a mirror. The reflection of the Thousand Buddha Mountain is reflected in the lake, which seems to be clear, and the trees on the platform are extraordinarily glorious, and I think it is more beautiful and clear than a Thousand Boiling Mountain above. On the south shore of the lake, there is a market, but there is a layer of reeds, which is densely covered. Now is the time of flowering, a white flower reflecting the sunset with moisture, like a pink velvet carpet, made a mat for the upper and lower mountains, it is really amazing.

The old cripple thought to himself: "With such a beautiful scene, why are there no tourists?" After looking at it for a while, I turned around and saw that there was a couplet on the pillar inside the gate, which read, "Lotus flowers on all sides and willows on three sides, a city with mountains and half a city lake", and nodded secretly: "It's really good!" "When you enter the gate, you will see the Iron Public Hall in front of you, and there will be a lotus pond facing east. Around the winding corridor, to the east of Hota, there is a round door. There are three old houses on the east side of the round gate, and there is a broken plaque, with the inscription "Ancient Narcissus Temple" four words. In front of the ancestral hall, there is a pair of dilapidated couplets, which reads "A cold spring recommends autumn chrysanthemums, and the three watches draw boats to wear lotus flowers". After passing the Narcissus Temple, he still got on the boat and swung to the back of the Lixia Pavilion. The lotus leaves and lotus flowers on both sides clamp the boat, the lotus leaves are beginning to wither, and the boat that is rubbed sneered; The waterfowl was startled, and flew at a high price; The old lotus canopy kept stretching into the window of the boat. The old cripple picked a few lotus pods casually, and while eating, the boat had arrived at the Quehua Bridge.

When I arrived at Quehua Bridge, I felt that it was densely populated, and there were also those who carried burdens, those who pushed small carts, and those who sat in two people carrying a small blue sedan chair. Behind the sedan chair, a follower wore a red tasseled hat and a book under his shoulder, running desperately, wiping sweat with his hands and running with his head down. The five or six-year-old children on the street did not know how to avoid people, and when the palanquin man unintentionally kicked one down, he began to cry. His mother hurriedly ran to him and asked, "Who knocked you down?" Who knocked you down? "The kid just cried and didn't speak. After asking for a long time, he cried and said, "Lift the orthodont!" When his mother looked up, the sedan chair had already run more than two miles away. The woman took the child and cursed incessantly, and went back.

The old remnant went south from the Quehua Bridge and slowly walked towards Xiaobu Zhengsi Street. When I looked up, I saw a piece of yellow paper pasted on the wall, a foot long and seven or eight inches wide. In the center are written the three big characters "Drum Book"; The small print next to it is "24th Minghu Residence". The paper was not very dry, and I knew that it had just been pasted, but I didn't know what it was, and I had never seen such a trick anywhere else. Walking all the way, thinking all the way, I only heard two burden-bearers in my ears say: "Ming'er Bainiu said that we don't have to do business, let's listen to books." I walked to the street again and heard someone on the counter in the shop say: "The last time Bai Niu said that you took a leave of absence, Ming'er's book, I should take a leave." All the way, most of the street talk is this, and I was surprised: "Who is the white girl?" What kind of book is it talking about, why is it such a poster that invades the country? Walking around, I unconsciously arrived at the entrance of the Gaosheng store.

When I entered the store, the tea room went back and forth: "Guest, what kind of night meal do you use?" As soon as the old man said it, he asked by the way: "What kind of stubbornness do you guys say about drum books, and why does he alarm so many people?" The teahouse said, "Guest, you don't know. This is said that the drum book is the local tune in the countryside of Shandong, the same drum, two pieces of pear blossom Jane, called 'pear blossom drum', to tell some stories of predecessors, this is not very unusual. Since the Wang family has produced this white girl and a black girl's sister, this white girl's name is Wang Xiaoyu, this person is a natural monster! He learned the art of storytelling at the age of twelve or thirteen. But he didn't think there was anything unusual about the tune in the countryside, so he often went to the theater to watch the play, and sang all the sippi, two reeds, bangzi tones, etc., as soon as he heard it; What is the tune of Yu Sansheng, Cheng Changgeng, Zhang Erkui and others, he will sing it as soon as he listens to it. Hold on to his throat, as high as he wants; His middle qi is as long as it takes. And he took all the southern tones, and the little songs, and all kinds of tones, and put them in the tune of this big drum book. However, after two or three years of work, he created this tune, so that no matter how high or low people in the north and south, listened to him sing, they were all fascinated. Now that there is a trick, I will sing it tomorrow. If you don't believe it, just listen to it. But if he wants to listen to it, he has to go early, and although he starts singing at one o'clock, if he goes at ten o'clock, there is no seat. When the old cripple heard this, he didn't believe it.

From six o'clock the next day, I went to the south gate to see Shunjing. Go out of the south gate again, go to the foot of Lishan, and see the place where Dashun used to plow the fields. When I returned to the store, it was already nine o'clock, and I hurriedly ate and walked to Minghu House, which was only ten o'clock. Naming Lake is a big theater garden, and there are more than 100 tables in front of the stage. Nazhi entered the gate of the garden, and the garden was already full, only the seven or eight tables in the middle were not sitting, but the tables were all pasted with red notes such as "Fu Yuan Ding" and "College Ding". The old cripple watched it for a long time, but he had nowhere to stay, so he had to give 200 yuan in his sleeve to watch the sitting, and then he got a short stool and sat down in the crack. Look at the stage, there is only one and a half tables, a drum is placed on the table, and two iron pieces are placed on the drum, and I know in my heart that this is the so-called pear blossom Jane, and there is a three-stringed son next to it, and two chairs are placed behind the half table, and no one is on the stage. The huge stage is empty and empty, and there is nothing else, which is a little funny when I see it. In the garden, there were one or twenty men who sold fried bread and fritters in baskets, all of whom bought food for those who did not eat.

At eleven o'clock, I saw that the sedan chair at the door was gradually crowded, and many officials came in one after another in civilian clothes and with their families. Before twelve o'clock, the first few empty tables were full, and people kept coming, and those who sat down only moved a short stool and placed it in the cracks. This group of people came and greeted each other, some of them were fighting for a thousand children, some were making trouble, and most of them were beating a thousand children. Talk and laugh freely. Outside these dozen or so tables, it seems that they are all people doing business; Something like a local reader: everyone is chattering and gossiping. Because there are so many people, I can't hear anything I say clearly, and I don't care about him.

At half past twelve, looking at the stage, from the backstage curtain, a man came out: wearing a blue cloth gown, with a long face, a pimple, as if air-dried orange peel, very ugly, but I felt that the smell of the man was still quiet. When he came out of the table, he didn't say a word, and sat down on a chair on his left hand behind half of the table. Slowly, I took the three strings, casually harmonized the chords, and played a minor key or two, and people didn't pay much attention to listen. Later, I played a major tune, and I don't know what brand it is. It's just that later, with all the wheel fingers, the tone is abrupt, and the ears are moving, as if there are dozens of strings, hundreds of fingers, playing there. At this time, the audience applauded endlessly, but they couldn't suppress the strings.

After a few minutes of stopping, a girl came out of the curtain, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a long duck egg face, a bun, a pair of silver earrings, a blue cloth coat, and a pair of blue cloth trousers, all of which were inlaid with black cloth. Though it was coarse cloth, it was very clean. Come to the back of the table and sit down on the right hand chair. He who played the strings took the strings, and the Zheng Zheng Gong began to play from the Gong. The girl stood up, took the pear blossom slip with her left hand, put it between her fingers, and struck it to match the sound of the strings; With the drum in his right hand, he listened intently to the rhythm of the strings. Suddenly, the drum sounds, the singing voice is sparkling, the words are crisp, the sound is like a turn, such as a new warbler out of the valley, milk swallows return to the nest, each sentence is seven words, each paragraph is dozens of sentences, slow or urgent, high and low; Among them, the change of tone is endless, and I feel that all the songs have a good tone, and I think it is a stop.

There were two people sitting next to him, and one of them asked the man in a low voice, "This must be a white girl, right?" One of them said, "No." This person's name is Black Girl, and she is the sister of White Girl. His tunes are all taught by white girls, if they are better than white girls, they don't know how far worse! His benefits can be said, but the benefits of white girls cannot be said; His benefits are learned, but the benefits of white girls can't be learned. Do you think, in the past few years, who has not learned their tune? It's the girl in the kiln, and everyone learns it, but at most there are one or two sentences to the point of a black girl. If the benefits of a white girl, no one can compare with him in ten points. While she was talking, the black girl finished singing early and went later. At this time, the people in the garden were full of heart-to-heart talks, talking and laughing. Those who sell melon seeds, peanuts, mountain reds, and walnut kernels shout and sell them loudly, and the gardens are full of human voices.

In the lively and noisy season, I saw that in the backstage, another girl came out, about eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed no different from the previous one, melon seed face, white skin, appearance but above the posture of a middle-aged person, only feel beautiful but not charming, clear but not cold, half bowed her head out, stood behind the half table, and made a few simple sounds of pear blossoms, which was strange: just two pieces of stubborn iron, in his hands, there were five tones and twelve rhythms. After lightly tapping the drum twice, Fang raised his head and looked forward to the stage. Those eyes, like autumn water, like cold stars, like treasure beads, like white mercury with two pills of black mercury in it, looked left and right, even the person sitting in the far corner of the wall, felt that Wang Xiaoyu had seen me; The one who sits close, not to mention. At this glance, the whole garden was silent, much quieter than the emperor came out, and even a needle could be heard falling into the ground!

Wang Xiaoyu opened her lips, sang a few words. The sound was not very loud at first, but I felt that there was an indescribable wonderland in my ears: in the five internal organs, like an iron ironed, there was no place that was not subdued; There are 36,000 pores, like eating ginseng fruit, and there is not a single pore that is not smooth. After singing more than a dozen sentences, he gradually sang higher and higher, and suddenly pulled out a sharp point, like a tightrope thrown into the sky, and couldn't help but secretly scream. He knew that he was in that very high place, and he could still turn around. After a few clicks, it was one layer higher, and there were three or four stacks in succession, and they rose one after another. It is like the scene of climbing Mount Tai from the west of Aolai Peak: at first glance, Aolai Peak cut the wall and did it, thinking that it was on and Datong; When I turned to the top of the peak, I saw that the fan cliff was even more on the peak; When I turned to the fan cliff, I saw that Nantianmen was even more on the fan cliff: the more you climb, the more dangerous it is, the more dangerous it is. After Wang Xiaoyu sang to a very high three or four stacks, he fell suddenly, and tried his best to carry out his spirit of thousands of times, like a flying snake circling and interspersing in the middle waist of the thirty-six peaks of Huangshan. In an instant, the circle turned several times. From then on, the lower and lower the singing, the lower and thinner the voice, gradually became inaudible. The people of the garden held their breath and did not dare to move. For about two or three minutes, it was as if a sound was coming from underground. After this one, it suddenly rose again, like the Oriental fireworks, a marble went up to the sky, and then turned into thousands of five-colored fires, scattered vertically and horizontally. This sound flies, and there are infinite sounds at the same time. The one who played the strings also used all the wheel fingers, big and small, and his voice was in harmony with him, like the spring dawn in the flower dock, and the good birds chirped. My ears are too busy to know what to hear. When he was stirring up the chaos, he suddenly heard Huo Ran's voice, and everyone was silent. At this time, the audience applauded and thundered.

After a pause, the noise calmed down a little, only to hear that there was a young man in the main seat under the stage, less than 30 years old, with a Hunan accent, and said: "When I was studying, I saw the ancients describe the benefits of singing, and I didn't understand the words of 'lingering sounds, three days without stopping'. Imagine in the air, how can the aftermath be around? How can it be three days long? It wasn't until I listened to Mr. Xiaoyu's storytelling that I realized the wisdom of the ancients' wording. Every time I listen to him read a book, there are always several days when my ears are nothing more than his books, no matter what I do, I always don't get into the mind, but I feel that 'three days are endless', the word 'three days' is too little, or Confucius' 'March does not know the taste of meat', the word 'March' is described more thoroughly! Everyone next to him said: "Mr. Mengxiang is very thorough!" 'I have a kinship with my heart'! ”

As he spoke, the black girl came up and said a paragraph, and the white girl came on the field again. This paragraph, I heard the people next to me say, is called the "black donkey section". After listening to it, it was just a story of a scholar who was shocked and rode a black donkey over. will describe the beauty, first describe how the black donkey is good, and then describe the benefits of the beauty, but a few words, this book is over. Its syllables are all allegro, and the more you speak, the faster you go. Baixiangshan poems: "Big beads and small beads fall on the king's plate." "You can do it. The wonderful thing is that when he speaks very fast, the listener seems to be unable to catch up with it, but he is clear and clear, and every word is not sent to the depths of the human ear chakra. This is his uniqueness, but it is inevitably inferior to the previous paragraph.

At this time, it was only five o'clock, and Wang Xiaoyu should have a while. I don't know what kind of good method that paragraph is, what it is, and listen to the next breakdown. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. (To be continued.) )