Erquan Yingyue (short story) Zhang Baotong

In order to bury his uncle, Ah Bing took on many debts. In order to repay his debts www.biquge.info Ah Bing had to go out early and return late and run around all day. Around mid-autumn is the heyday of Huishan tourists, literati and high-ranking officials and nobles like to come to Huishan to find secluded scenery and do a leisurely trip. Huishan was called Huashan, Lishan or Xishen Mountain in ancient times, and it was called Huishan after the Tang Dynasty, or Huishan. The mountain has nine peaks, winding like a dragon, so it is also called Jiulong Mountain. The main peak is 328 meters high, stretches more than 20 kilometers around, is famous for the spring water, there are more than 10 places such as Huishan Spring and Longyan Spring, commonly known as Huiquan Mountain.

Huishan Spring is the second spring in the world, also known as Lu Ziquan, according to legend, it is named after Lu Yupin in the Tang Dynasty, and was excavated in the first year of the Tang Dynasty (766 AD) to the twelfth year. The water quality is sweet and slippery, and the Tang people are the second in the world with their suitable tea. Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty became a tribute to the court. Huishan Spring is divided into upper pool, middle pool and lower pool, and the water quality of the upper pool is the best. Huishan Spring is not only famous for its sweet tea, but also famous for its cold spring reflecting the moon. Whenever the autumn is cool and the night will be deep, a crescent moon is reflected in the spring, the spring and the moon dissolve, and the jade bone ice soul. This situation and this scene can often be thought-provoking, and the heart is clear and noble.

Visitors who have enjoyed the mountain scenery of Jiulong will come to Huishan Spring, sit in front of the small pavilion, listen to folk songs, and drink Erquan tea. Ah Ping was invited to play music for the tourists. Every morning at 9 o'clock, he sat in front of the Erquan Tea House and began to play "Cold Spring Wind Song", "Listening to Song", "Zhaojun Out of the Plug" and "Big Waves and Sands" for tourists with erhu and pipa. At noon, he took time to eat a baked cake, and then, he was busy until the evening, and sometimes, tourists want to see the cold spring reflecting the moon, he has to accompany him until the night. Although he was very busy, and sometimes he couldn't even eat, he felt very fulfilled, and he also earned a lot of money, and he was able to pay off his debts quickly.

That night, Ah Bing was so emotional that he couldn't sleep at night, so he took the erhu out of the hut where he lived and came to Huishan Spring, which is known as the second spring in the world. At this time, the autumn breeze is cool, the night sky is bright and quiet, a bright moon rises from the east mountain, crosses the eaves of the forest, and throws the clear and peaceful moonlight into the spring, reflecting a dreamlike silence and blur. He looked at the moon in the spring, stared at the reverie, and a passion surged into his heart, so he couldn't help but pull up the erhu in his hand, and narrated the sad and beautiful past with a euphemistic and passionate piano sound.

He didn't know what kind of music he was playing, but he felt that this song was sad and long, and it was heartbreaking, like a stoic and persistent musician pouring out his miserable life. He was deeply moved and inspired by the music he played, and a passion and impulse that he had never felt before drove him to play this piece over and over again. It was as if as soon as he stopped, the excited and beautiful emotions and reverie would disappear, and he would return to the lonely and cold reality.

So, he kept pulling, pulling over and over again, forgetting the time, forgetting the cold, forgetting everything. He tugged and pulled until he fell to the ground in exhaustion.

After that, he had a serious illness, chills, weakness, dizziness and cough, blood in the sputum, and felt weak and weak when he walked, especially when his eye disease recurred, and there was no money for treatment, so the inflammation has not disappeared, his eyesight has decreased sharply, and he is almost blind. The owner of the teahouse saw that he was physically and mentally depressed, and coughed all day long, afraid that he would suffer from tuberculosis and affect his business. As a result, he had to walk the streets and alleys with a stick, wandering around, and continued to rely on his art to survive.

He wears a felt hat and a gray cloth gown that has not been changed all year round, as if he is afraid of the cold, his body is always bent and bent, and his steps are staggering and unsteady, giving people a feeling of weakness and impervious wind. His eyes were full of mulberry, his brows were furrowed, and wherever he went, he found a place to sit, and began to hold his breath and concentrate, sobbing and pulling the heart-breaking song.

Hearing his song, those poor citizens and workers gathered around him, sat beside him, smoked dry tobacco, held their cheeks, and felt the hardships and sorrows of life from Ah Bing's tragedy over and over again. These citizens and workers are poor, and they like to listen to Ah Ping's songs, but they are also poor, hungry, cold, and embarrassed, and they really can't afford to give Ah Bing a few dollars. But no matter how much money others give, Ah Bing always keeps playing the erhu or the pipa, and plays the tunes he learned from his father and taught himself one by one. And the piece he called the song of the heart or the self-accent can be said to be Ah Bing's most proud and cherished song, and it can also be said to be the self-description and portrayal of his tragic life, so when playing this piece, he is always full of excitement and affection, and uses his most exquisite and skillful performance skills to fully express the strong indignation and unyielding in his heart. Therefore, this song has become the favorite song of the citizens and workers.

In the evening of that day, Ah Bing came back from performing on the wharf in Qingning Town, and after dinner, he sat in front of the door of the hut and rested. In front of the hut is the ancient canal, in the spring of March, the sky is sunny after the rain, the water is clear, you can hear the fishing boats singing the evening and the song of the spring river flower moon. Maybe he made a living from music, or he was blind, every time Ah Bing heard this kind of singing, his heart would fluctuate, and he would think about it, and he would associate that music and singing with him and Ah Hong, yes, at that time, every evening, he and Ah Hong either went out to perform, or sang while playing the piano and singing, while sailing in the twilight, that scene should be so wonderful when I think about it now. However, that wonderful scene can only be that the distant Yellow Crane is gone.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Ah Bing opened the door, and the landlord man came in, saying that a noble lady had come from out of town and wanted to hear him play the violin. Ah Bing lit the lamp and asked the lady what song she wanted to hear. But before the woman could reply, the landlady said, "Madame said that she would like to hear your "Yixin Song" with erhu qula. Ah Bing felt that the noble lady came to listen to him play, so he naturally took the matter very seriously. He picked up the erhu, adjusted the sound quality, and then pulled it up with bated breath.

This is the best time he played this song, the spring is clear and the moon is bright, the past is long, and the sorrow and boundless sorrow of fate are gathering and dissipating in his heart, like smoke and wisps. At this time, he is no longer the real him, but the one who has returned to the distant past, and returned to the beautiful poetry. In this beautiful memory and longing, he saw that he and Ah Hong had become Dong Yong and the Seven Fairies together, living a peaceful and beautiful life in a distant and peaceful mountain forest.

At some point, he heard the sound of someone sobbing, and it was very soft, low, as if it were coming from the heavens, and it seemed to be coming from somewhere around him. But he knew it was the lady who was listening to the music on the other side sobbing, and even though he was blind and could not see, he could feel it very clearly. He couldn't help but think that this noble lady might have been from a poor background, or had had the same miserable experience as him, or she would not have been so sad and sad. As a result, he became more and more agitated, repeating and rendering with great intensity, pushing the emotions of passion and indignation to a climax again and again.

Maybe the strings were too brittle, or maybe they were too hard, and the strings finally snapped at the climax at the end of the song. In the silence for a long time, he heard the woman weeping and wiping her eyes with a handkerchief. He had wanted to put on a new string and play for the noblewoman, but he heard the woman get up from her chair, lay a pile of silver dollars on the table beside her, and then, with a long sigh, walked out of the hut.

After the woman left, Ah Bing replaced the broken strings. After a while, the man in the house sent the woman away, returned to the hut, and said to Ah Bing in a surprised tone, "Ah Bing, you have met Guanyin Bodhisattva today. You play a tune for someone, and they give you ten oceans. Ah Bing was not overjoyed by this, but felt that he only played one piece of music for others, so he received so much money from others, and felt ashamed of it, so he said, "I can't take so much money from others, Ah Fu, I can only charge one yuan from others at most, and you can help me return the rest of the money to others." But Ah Fu said, "You don't see that the lady of the family looks like a noble person from a big family, how can you still take this money in your eyes." ”

As he spoke, Ah Fu said, "Ah Bing, why do I think this lady is so familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen it for a while." As soon as Ah Bing heard this, he suddenly asked, "Could it be Ah Hong?" Because he thought that no woman would come to listen to him play the piano except Ah Hong, and leave him so much money at once. Ah Fu said, "That's right, it's Ah Hong, that's right." Ah Bing said, "I can't ask for her money, where did she go?" "When I sent her to the street, she blocked a rickshaw and said that she had someone take her to the dock terminal, probably to take a boat to another place." ”

Ah Bing didn't say a word, he put the money in his pocket, didn't even bother to put the erhu in his hand on the table, and hurried towards the dock. However, when he reached the wharf by the river, he heard two or three whining sounds from a small passenger liner and had already left the shore. Ah Bing shouted loudly towards the passenger ship offshore, "Ah Hong, Ah Hong". However, he never heard Hong's echo.

He immediately realized that Ah Hong was already a noble lady and could no longer respond to him as before, so he looked up to the sky and sighed, and then, sitting on the board on the dock, he pulled the "Song of the Heart" over and over again against the vast night and the long spring water, until the night was silent and the passenger ship was far away.

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