……

Sometimes ~ sometimes ~

I will believe that there is an end to a qiē~

It's time to get together and leave~

Nothing will last forever~

……

But I~sometimes~

I'd rather choose to be nostalgic and not let go~

Wait until the scenery is seen through~

Maybe you'll accompany me to watch the long stream~

……

According to the progress of the song, after singing four sections, the song should end, but drunk in her own singing, drunk in her own fantasy, Fang Yajun couldn't extricate herself, she wanted to finish singing this beautiful and sad story, so she didn't choose to dilute the singing tone at the end of the song, but used a tactful voice to let the song enter the loop again.

Du Xinghe felt the reluctance of Fang Yajun to be drunk in the song, so he followed Fang Yajun and continued to set off Fang Yajun's wonderful performance with the piano. In fact, hearing Fang Yajun's interpretation of this realm, he didn't want it to end so hastily, as a sensual person, Fang Yajun's singing voice held his piano and his hand, and it was also letting him appreciate a beautiful story.

……

I haven't put red beans for you yet~

Boiled into a lingering wound~

Then share it together~

will better understand the sorrow of lovesickness~

……

I haven't felt it well yet~

The tenderness of the awake kiss~

Maybe around me~

You are the only one who pursues the freedom of solitude~

……

Sometimes ~ sometimes ~

I will believe that there is an end to a qiē~

It's time to get together and leave~

Nothing will last forever~

……

But I~sometimes~

I'd rather choose to be nostalgic and not let go~

Wait until the scenery is seen through~

Maybe you'll accompany me to watch the long stream~

……

The more Fang Yajun sang, the more intoxicated he became, and his beautiful eyes closed lightly. Continue to feel the ancient feeling because of the red bean. It's about love, and it's about herself.

The most willing to forget the poetry of the ancients, the most disdainful is lovesickness.

Poetry is a happy thing, the world has a reason, it is not about manpower, people want to think hard, and seek to meet with it in the next life.

Although the poems of the ancients are beautiful and the chapters are beautiful, there is no way to know the infatuation of my heart.

Forget it. Don't remember.

Start from scratch. Clean up the old mountains and rivers, the mountains are still mountains, and the water is still water.

Empty sleeves, two or three lines of breeze.

Write something else. The Tao is obsessed.

The poems of the ancients are on the shelf. Leave it to him to enjoy it with Qing in the year.

Days without you. How can I recognize that elegant style?

Qingfeng and I can't read, so why bother flipping through books?

The world laughs at me, and I laugh at the world for being too crazy.

Humanity, I'm alone, I'm stupid. I don't know the truth of the world, and I am surprised.

Disdain only because of the red dust disturbances, treat each other with affection, only wish the blue sea and the waves.

In the wind and rain, I can't hold your hand, for fear that you will be startled and cry.

Don't be afraid, when you know me, you won't have to be afraid anymore.

Laugh and let him go, I'll do my own thing.

When I see you again, no matter how strong the wind and rain are, I will not let go of your hand.

Holding the hand of the son, growing old with the son, one day is a lifetime, and the white head is a hundred years.

Guarding love is afraid of people laughing, and afraid of people seeing clearly.

I built a humble house at the foot of the South Mountain, the thatched eaves were low, but there was green grass on the stream.

There are a few white chrysanthemums, and a few maple cinnamons.

Return to the geese to write acacia, and the jackdaws are desolate.

Staying here alone, there is always peace in the heart.

Look at the mountains and red all over the world, and the forests are dyed.

Listen to the sound of maple red, the sound of grass growth, and the sound of nature is wonderful.

I am often laughed at in this life, just because I am stupid.

Am I afraid of people laughing? Laugh and laugh.

I also smiled, the night is not young, and the road ahead is long and unknown.

Under the moon, dyed with maple shadows, smelling cinnamon, playing the flute lightly, singing a few short songs, chanting the autumn wind, and counting the spring.

Quietly watch over you who are lost in the red dust.

Love is reversed in the depths of thin, if you want to talk about it, is it really cool?

Life after life, never abandon!

The red bean was held in the palm of my hand again, touching her love.

Suddenly, a hidden thought struck, and I was shocked.

Why am I afraid?

Is it really afraid that people will see clearly?

The smile quietly left, and the pain in his eyes was broken.

Love is so much that you can't love, and you must eventually disperse when you gather together, unless heaven and earth are together, and the river is exhausted.

Look at the spring water of a river flowing eastward, and look back to make it sunny and soft.

The rippling waves, where to leave the place to return.

Count the return journey, the long pavilion is shorter.

On the top of the mountain, I am the peak, the lonely shadow makes people gossip, and there is nowhere to talk about desolation.

I came to see the red beans bloom in the spring, but I didn't see a lover to pick them.

Spring goes to spring and comes again, and the flowers are still there.

What about people?

Where are the Iraqi people?

The peach blossoms reflect the blue stream, and the willows are fighting for the crossing.

The red beans are not seen, and the yellow flowers are beaded lips.

Haggard and damaged, unbearable.

No one went to pick red bean blossoms, Qing was not there, and if he did, who would wear them?

I can't scratch my head with hairpins, so I can stay with Dongjun to sing the romance.

I want to cherish the spring, trying to keep her footsteps, no, let's send the spring back, spring, summer, autumn and winter go back quickly.

This life is easy to pass, and the next life can come quickly.

The days of solitude are unbearable for a long time, spring, go quickly.

Xiaoyuan Xiangjing used to be the old place where you wandered, and the empty mountains and valleys used to be a good place for you to laugh. Bamboo streams are around, and wind chimes jingle together. Are you back?

Is spring really coming, or is it gone?

On the night of Tanabata, you are not there. The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl reunited and invited me to drink, and they are still asking about you.

I just say: I'll wait.

The Cowherd planted a flower for the Weaver Girl, and I smiled at it.

Their kids are lovely.

Home, that's it.

That night, I was very drunk, and when I came back, I picked a cloud and made a beautiful dress for you when you returned. Dance to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world, after the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl reunited, they lived next door to Xiuchun Mountain.

Fireworks hugging the romance and true love?

I often hate that this body is not mine, and that I am not born free.

But the heart is far away and there is no fear of time and space.

Mount Tai to surpass the North Sea, is bound to swallow the sky.

The rivers and mountains are being drawn. There are several disputes between heroes.

A little romance, but it can't withstand the passage of time.

The iron halberd sank into the sand, and it sank a little heroic.

Empress E's daughter, crying is the love of the Spotted Hunan woman.

The smoke disappears, and what dissipates is the usual feelings, don't dream of love.

Singing and howling, arias are very lovesick, separated from chaos and love.

Where is the truth? True.

Set off a firework and soar into the sky, at the pinnacle of life. Blooming with a different kind of beauty. Angry red. Glamorous and breathtaking. Just like my red beans.

Is it the past that has disappeared when the wind blows? Scattered in the wind are the legends of you and me.

Does anyone remember how long it took for someone to wait?

The fireworks soothed my thoughts a little.

Holding it in the palm of your hand is the red bean - life and life. Don't give up!

Facing the sea. Against the blue sky. I shout at the white clouds and the breeze!

Waiting for you.

Acacia is unforgettable!

……

Sometimes ~ sometimes ~

I will believe that there is an end to a qiē~

It's time to get together and leave~

Nothing will last forever~

……

But I~sometimes~

I'd rather choose to be nostalgic and not let go~

Wait until the scenery is seen through~

Maybe you'll accompany me to watch the long stream~

……

At the end of the song, Fang Yajun had forgotten himself. Revel in the song.

Du Xinghe listened to Fang Yajun's interpretation, his heart fluctuated, and from Fang Yajun's heavenly voice, he seemed to have seen a story about Xiao Tong, the prince of Zhaoming, who had seen it in the previous plane.

That tree should be in Gushan, Wuxi.

Most people have always thought that it was in Xitang, Jiaxing. Just like Zhang Ailing's upside-down impression of England and France, many people have been unable to correct their wrong understanding of the location of the red bean tree planted by Xiao Tong, the prince of Zhaoming. Just like Xiao Lang and Hui Niang fell in love at first sight more than 1,400 years ago, knowing that they were wrong, they had to go all the way wrong.

It is the south of the Yangtze River where the apricot blossoms and fireworks rain, and the love that occurs in the season when the spring grass overflows the river embankment.

Today's people or the ancients, all the lingering compassion is willing to be connected with the smoke and rain and the south of the Yangtze River.

It's really vulgar, but when you think about it carefully, it's elegant.

There is a hard truth in it, not all of them are literati and, and the tactful and desolate of infatuated men and women.

Lao Tzu said: "Good is like water, and water is good for all things without fighting." It is said that the water arises according to the time and the situation, and does nothing. Water is the softest and most rigid thing, come and go freely, nourishing all things, and the same Buddhism says "the origin of the fate of the extinction", always do not force all things to stay, the movement is full of wind and clouds, and the quiet is as resolute as mountains and stones. As for the love between people and people, it is not as appropriate to describe it as water.

Once a person loves, a heart can turn a thousand times, like a small river in the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, which derives countless lingering twists and turns; Once you don't love it, there will be a rupture and turbulence in the sky of the water of the Yellow River.

Go back to the moment they met and witness that fireworks go off.

On that day, Xiao Tongxu was tired of Gong Ecui's sleeves, tired of silk bamboo and gonghou, and tired of writing books.

He traveled, believed in the reins, and went to the suburbs to look for flowers and willows. That's really looking for flowers and asking willows, he is a first-class talent, he has been talented and intelligent since he was a child, and he has never forgotten it, and he came to Gushan to live in seclusion in order to compile the "Zhaoming Anthology", which is not as elegant as the vassal elegance of Qianlong in the south of the Yangtze River.

When he walked to a clear stream, he felt thirsty, and just as the wind brought the fragrance of tea, he looked up and saw a small tea shop in front of him, so he walked in. The woman who was selling tea turned around when she heard the sound.

But seeing that her temples were black, her face was like a peach blossom, and she couldn't hide her romance in cloth clothes, he was overjoyed. The tea has not been drunk to the mouth, but it has been soaked in the eyes and hearts of the people.

She came over with a cup of tea and smiled. This smile seems to have exhausted a lifetime of waiting. She and him are just like the white lady and Xu Xian Xihu met for the first time, but they seem to be familiar when they meet, and they are lovesick before they have never met.

Their encounter reminded me of a beautiful line, which goes like this—

Wildflowers flutter in the wind, as if they are pouring out their hearts; The green grass trembles miserably, like endless lingering attachments; The green willow branches gently blow the blue water...... Looking at this river and spring water, looking at this Qingxi peach blossoms, looking at this like Dai Qingshan, there has been no change in the slightest, and I don't know if my wife who parted on the wedding night is still red-faced?

Whose woman came on the other side, born with a face full of spring, beautiful and extraordinary!

This girl. Please stop beautifully, do you know what kind of mistakes you have made?

This official, it is clear that your horse's hooves have kicked over my bamboo basket, and you see that this wide road leads to the blue sky, but you have to let this hateful beast splash me all over my body, how can you blame me for my fault?

Your mistake is that you are as beautiful as a fairy, your graceful posture makes my hands not obey, your fluffy black hair fills my eyes, and I can't see the roads and mountains, but it's pitch black; Your bright cheeks make this brute under my crotch fall for me. He forgot how majestic his master was.

Spring flowers and soft willows. The beauty is like jade, and Zhaoming's heart swaying should be the same as the people in the play.

Since then, he has come every day, and sometimes he has been picked up by palace envoys. Go to his reading desk. He has dismissed the palace beside him. She has become the red sleeve that accompanies reading and adding fragrance under the lamp. When he was tired, he offered a cup of fragrant tea, which was the refreshing affection brewed by the water of the Tiger Run Spring. Sometimes, she would also play and sing for him to relieve his fatigue. Wu Nong spoke softly, and after the song was finished, he couldn't help but sigh: "With this song as a companion, why bother with bamboo?" Smiled again, "With Huiru accompaniment, why use a group of concubines?" ”

She understood that he was taking the opportunity to show himself his heart. She smiled and mourned in a low voice: "Xiao Lang...... You are the crown prince, this is helpless. ”

Xiao Tong also smiled. As if he could never consider this and could not perceive her sorrow, he stroked her brow and said, "I am the prince, Huiru, I am the prince, you have to believe me." ”

She nodded, her eyes filled with indissolvable sadness. It's not that she doesn't believe him, it's just that the disparity in status is too great, and the shackles of religious etiquette and law can't help but make her naïve.

When the compilation of "Anthology" is completed, he will finally return to Beijing. Immediately after parting, he was still proud, and pointed to the distance and said: "Huiru, I want Fengsheng Dragon Tube in the coming day, and the purple cover incense car will welcome you back to Beijing." ”

She stood under the horse and looked at him sadly, speechless. After a while, he gently took out an object and put it in Xiao Tong's palm, and said: "In the past, there were women who shed tears into blood and turned into acacia beans, and now they pay you with a pair of red beans...... I hope you see beans as you see people. ”

He left and never returned. As Hui Niang expected, the world is not as simple as he thought, he wants to marry her, and he will be blamed by more than one party? It's the same if he is the crown prince, he is bigger, bigger than the common people, but the etiquette is as strict as the sky.

"The palace gate is as deep as the sea, and Xiao Lang is a passerby from now on." With the sadness of having no way to buckle the golden gate, Hui Niang became lovesick, and when he came again, he was already red-faced and the grass was thin.

Xiao Tong did not cry and howl, only planted two red beans with his own hands and returned to Beijing gloomily. After returning to Beijing, he fell ill and died a few months later.

This should be a legend, but the sorrowful and charming place is no less than any chaste man and martyr in the official history of the book, and sincerely, the essence of heaven and earth is also perceived, the two red bean trees planted by Xiao Tong are suddenly hugged after hundreds of years, the trunk is one, and the upper branch is still divided into two.

Tang Wang Wei passed from Jiangyin, saw this tree heart and felt something, and wrote the famous "Red Bean" poem, which spread all over the world.

Nowadays, it is impossible to guess whether Wang Wei's so-called lovesickness is the thought of love or the thought of the homeland. Also, who is this poem written by Wang Wei. However, there is no way to speculate, which also means that there can be infinite speculation, if there must be this person, I hope it is the princess of the Tang Dynasty who once appeared in his life. Many years later, he told her that I had to go because one step away from falling in love.

It's just one step away, it's lovesickness, not love, and the feelings are like dust, which is so nuanced.

He is smart and cherished, and he knows that he can't love her, a princess who only has Xue Shao in his heart. Maybe when he saw the red beans, he thought of Prince Zhaoming and Hui Niang, and also remembered himself and Princess Taiping, all of whom had regretful feelings.

In "Dream of Red Mansions", Baoyu's red bean song is sung well: "Endless lovesickness, blood and tears throw red beans......" It was the Qing Dynasty at that time. Look, Wang Wei's poems have been passed down like this, causing future generations to send acacia with red beans, which has become a customary custom. Good poetry has such a touching effect and function.

But the world is also harsh on what is good. The wider the spread, the more people you come into contact with, and the more you have to be able to deepen and expand. It should be "one for ten", which can withstand speculation and beating. Not only literary masterpieces, but also love poems must have this grace and elegance.

In the "Anshi Rebellion", the famous musician Li Guinian sang Wang Wei's red bean poems in Changsha, which already had the meaning of missing his homeland.

Du Fu made "red beans pecked the remaining parrot grains, and the old phoenix branches perched on the green trees". This is also the case. After the Tang Dynasty, the meaning of the word "red bean" gradually extended from simply referring to love to the thoughts of the homeland.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, the Manchus entered the customs, and the Han people were stimulated by the national integrity, and this image was clearer. In the poems of the Ming relics, not only "red bean" is extended from symbolizing the lovesickness of men and women to the thoughts of the homeland, but even the words "Nanguo", "Biwu" and "Acacia" also symbolize the Nanming regime that opposed the Manchu Qing Dynasty. For example, at the end of the Ming Dynasty, Qian Qianyi borrowed Du's poem "Jiangnan in the Year of the Turtle" to express the feelings of looking south to Yongli, and used "a farewell to the red beans, and the amphibious end to the green sycamore" as a metaphor for Liu Ruyi's farewell thoughts, and the faint and faint thoughts of the homeland are also obvious.

From Prince Zhaoming to Wang Wei. From Qian Qianyi to Cao Xueqin. From Cao Xueqin to the present. Red bean tree, red bean poem, red bean words, red bean song. Red Bean Song ...... Never exhausted.

We. Life and life say lovesickness. Still not tired of being satisfied. It's greed or not. Because of the impermanence of the world and the affection of all beings, you have not yet boiled your red beans into lingering wounds. The beautiful scenery has not been fully appreciated, how can you let it go?

……

I haven't put red beans for you yet~

Boiled into a lingering wound~

Then share it together~

will better understand the sorrow of lovesickness~

……

I haven't felt it well yet~

The tenderness of the awake kiss~

Maybe around me~

You are the only one who pursues the freedom of solitude~

……

Sometimes ~ sometimes ~

I will believe that there is an end to a qiē~

It's time to get together and leave~

Nothing will last forever~

……

But I~sometimes~

I'd rather choose to be nostalgic and not let go~

Wait until the scenery is seen through~

Maybe you'll accompany me to watch the long stream~

……

When Fang Yajun performed this story for the last time, which had not yet boiled the red beans into lingering wounds, Du Xinghe had already become full of thoughts.

Just when the song was about to drift away, Fang Yajun suddenly strengthened the love of singing, and in the last singing, he reached the supreme realm of dispersion and indispersion, Du Xinghe followed Fang Yajun's interpretation, and also played the original lingering notes with a touch of sadness on the piano, and finally made the strong feelings of this song fall silent.

The music echoing in the piano room gradually dissipated, but Fang Yajun and Du Xinghe did not withdraw from the emotion of this song.

Fang Yajun is enjoying this beautiful song written by Du Xinghe, and Du Xinghe is reminiscing about Fang Yajun's natural interpretation, such a song, with such a voice, really complements each other and is a perfect match. It was as if God had already done this song, as if he had worked hard to cross over to this plane and bring it to Fang Yajun.

Du Xinghe was really moved by Fang Yajun's tender and ethereal singing.

I was not hungry anymore, and I was filled with such singing.

After slowing down for a while, Du Xinghe reluctantly pulled out of the situation of this song, and the other party Yajun: "It's perfect." The singing you just sang, even if you change the arrangement of the pomp, your voice can still cover it. It's perfect. Du Xinghe sighed and praised Fang Yajun several times.

Fang Yajun was also moved by her singing, and even more moved by the fantasy love of red beans, bent down and put her arms on the piano, she was like a little girl, blinking her big eyes and suddenly asked Du Xinghe curiously: "Are you and Lu Qin really in love?" ”

Du Xinghe was stunned by Fang Yajun's question, and asked with a surprised smile: "Why do you ask that?" ”

Fang Yajun frowned lightly and said, "I saw you and Lu Qin together before, and I feel that the aura between the two of you is not very compatible. Your song "Red Beans" shouldn't have been written for Lu Qin, right? What kind of feelings have you experienced before you can write songs like "Red Beans" and "Realization"? I know that you are a very emotional person, but I think your understanding of feelings cannot be explained by emotion, you must have experienced unforgettable love to write such a song. ”

The more Fang Yajun spoke, the more curious he became, his big smart eyes stared at Du Xinghe with a smile, and said with a smile: "You tell me about it, let me also feel the understanding." Many of your songs are so affectionate, there must be a story behind them. ”

Du Xinghe smiled helplessly and said, "Your imagination is too rich, what story do I have, I just know how to use the notes to make an axe." Sometimes after reading a novel or a story, a melody comes to mind, and then I compose the melody and fill in the words, it's as simple as that. ”

Du Xinghe's explanation is not unashamed, there is a certain amount of truth, he is indeed like this, seeing something in this reborn plane, and having a feeling in his heart, some beautiful music from the previous plane will appear in his mind, and then he will copy it, which can be regarded as a perceptual talent. In the eyes of others, this kind of talent is the ultimate genius.

Du Xinghe gave Fang Yajun an example: "I won't tell you, I wrote this song "Red Beans" because one day I drank red bean porridge and felt very sweet, and then I remembered some stories about red beans in ancient times, and then a melody came out in my mind, and I wrote this song as I thought in my heart, which is the work you see now." ”

Fang Yajun was stunned, looked at Du Xinghe dumbfounded, and judged that Du Xinghe was not joking, but explaining seriously, but still had a feeling of disbelief, and asked Du Xinghe: "It's that simple?" ”

Du Xinghe spread his hands and said, "It's as simple as that." "Writing songs is really that simple for him.

Fang Yajun couldn't help but praise Du Xinghe: "You are really a genius!" ”

"This ...... You should have known about it for a long time, right? Don't be so surprised. Du Xinghe covered his stomach and said: "Oh, when it comes to red bean porridge, I'm hungry again, hurry up, stop singing, go fill my stomach first!" (To be continued......)