The Dragon Boat Festival, the people of Tokyo are used to calling it the Heavy Five Festival, the Yulan Festival. In the Great Song Dynasty, the grandeur of this festival is no less than that of the Spring Festival.

A few days before the Dragon Boat Festival, the people began to be busy for the festival, preparing Baisuo, mugwort, silver-like drums, flower fan, fragrant candy, zongzi, white ball and other festival items.

Baisuo, also known as Zhu Suo, Hehuan Suo, Dividing Soldiers or Longevity Wisp, is a silk rope made of colorful silk threads, tied to the arm to ward off evil spirits, ancient word cloud: self-knot into a concentric Baisuo, wishing the son to tie it personally.

Silver-like drums, small drums, or hanging on the shelf, or placed on the seat, the shape is different, the rich family buy more by car, give each other away.

Flower fan, small fan, blue, yellow, red, white four colors, or embroidery or painting or wisps of gold or color, different styles. On the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, relatives and friends will congratulate each other with fans.

According to historical records, on May 5, the eighteenth year of Tang Zhenguan, Tang Taizong said to the eldest grandson Wuji and Yang Shidao: "On the fifth day, the old customs must be used to play with clothes to congratulate each other. "The custom of giving fans during the Dragon Boat Festival comes from this.

Ai people, Ai Hu, the people of the Great Song Dynasty have the custom of tying wormwood into Ai people and hanging them on the door or door to ward off evil spirits. Ai Hu is also the winner of the Dragon Boat Festival and accessories.

The people of the capital will also make a statue of Zhang Tianshi with mud, use mugwort as a head, use garlic as a fist, and place it on the portal. At the time of the Dragon Boat Festival, it is necessary to hang a red mouth and white tongue sticker, and write "May 5th Tianzhong Festival, the red mouth and white tongue are all wiped out" on Qingluo with cinnabar, and hang it on the door to avoid the disaster of right and wrong.

The food to be prepared on this day mainly includes fruits, zongzi, white balls, medicinal wine, etc. Fragrant candy seeds, calamus, ginger, apricot, plum, plum, perilla, etc. are cut into thin strips, and salt is added to dry, which is called "Baicaotou"; Or pickle it with honey and put it in the plum skin, which is called "stuffed plum", which is the fruit of the Dragon Boat Festival.

The zongzi in the city of Tokyo not only have a variety of fillings, but also have different shapes, such as horn zongzi, cone zongzi, cocoon zongzi, tube zongzi, and weighing zongzi, and the large families also build the zongzi into a model of a building, a car, and a boat.

In addition, the Dragon Boat Festival also has the custom of drinking calamus wine and mugwort wine, and the people of the time believe that these medicinal wines have the effects of opening the body, regulating qi, invigorating blood, removing dampness and dispersing wind, etc., and can not only be smart and prolong life for a long time, but also go to evil poison.

From May 1st to May 4th, peaches, willows, sunflowers, calamus, and wormwood are sold in the market, and on the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, every household puts these evil things at the door, nails the Ai people to the door, eats zongzi, five-color water balls, tea and wine, etc., and the Shishu family takes turns to feast to celebrate. Tokyo citizens also make a cover during the Dragon Boat Festival, using wooden strips as shelves and pasting various colors of gauze on them, which can be used to cover food and make sleeping covers for children to prevent moth bites.

On the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, court officials took a vacation as usual and held a grand dragon boat race in Jinmingchi.

In addition, this year, there are performances of water swings, juju, polo and other events, but in real terms, they have to dozens of donkey ball games are the most sought after. All kinds of programs are gathered in this festival, which can be described as wonderful and dizzying.

The women of the Yang family, even the elder Yang, also took their grandson to cheer for the thirteen mothers.

Yang Yi went to Mochou Nunnery in the morning, and then did not go out of the city again, and returned home alone, the house was quiet, only a few maids were drying books and medicine in the front yard.

There are almost no human figures in the backyard, the strong sunlight shines on the glazed tile surface, reflecting everywhere, Yang Yi went to the study to hug a cool pillow, took a book and a pot of wine, and walked along the corridor to the pavilion by the pool.

In the past, the fragrance in the courtyard was beautiful, the laughter was passed from time to time, and today it was even more lonely, and the pomegranate flowers on the side of the cloister were open in the sun, and the red shadow of a tree swayed with the wind.

Yang Yi drank while walking, came to the pavilion, opened the bamboo curled under the pavilion, put on a cool pillow, and lay on it indifferently.

There are green bamboos on the edge of the pavilion, there is a cool breeze on the pond, but it is also cool, and the book brought by opening it casually is the "Theory of Music without Sorrow" by Ji Kang of the Jin Dynasty.

Yang Yi picked up the white jade pot, took a few sips, and then lay on his side and opened the book, Ji Kang is a famous man and a musician, and his book expounds the theory of music.

Ji Kang believes that the changes in music itself and the beauty and non-beauty have nothing to do with people's emotional sorrow. People's emotional sorrow is because there is mourning in people's hearts, and music plays the role of inducement and mediator to make it express.

He boldly opposed the simple equation of music with politics since the Han Dynasty, completely ignoring the artistry of music, and even asking it to play a divination role.

This book has a great influence on the music history after the Jin Dynasty, since he brought it, Yang Yi also looked at it casually, but in fact, his thoughts were in a floating state, and the handwriting in the book only entered the eyes, not the brain.

Unconsciously, a pot of wine was drunk, and Yang Yi also fell asleep on the bamboo mound, his open clothes, crooked wine jugs, scattered books, and slender breathing all showed that he was having a lonely dream.

I don't know how long I slept, Yang Yi was awakened by the sound of gentle footsteps, and when he opened his hazy sleepy eyes, Qin Cao was already squatting beside him and looking at him quietly, with a kind of pity and sadness in those eyes.

"Qin'er, it's just past noon, and Jin Mingchi is bustling over there, why are you back?"

"It's too lively, the slave is a little unaccustomed, so he came first, Yang Lang, why are you drinking here alone."

Yang Yi said with a smile: "The pomegranate flowers in May shine brightly, and a pot of turbid wine is self-clearing. What's so strange about me drinking a little wine by myself on this big holiday? It's not that our family can't afford to buy alcohol. ”

"Yang Lang......" Qin Cao stopped talking, and the sad look in his eyes did not fade because of his nonsense.

"Qin'er really doesn't have to worry, I argue with the officials in the court every day, and I'm a little tired of making trouble, so I didn't go to Jinmingchi, I went home and drank some wine, slept a little, and felt much more relaxed."

Qin Cao hugged him softly, let him lean into his arms, and said softly: "Yang Lang, don't always be like this, you can tell us about anything, if you don't say it, we will be more worried." ”

Yang Yi didn't make a sound for a long time, just leaned on Qin Cao's arms, watching the sparkling waves on the pool, and when Qin Cao wanted to speak again, he chanted softly: "There are many dreams in the red dust, and the fragrance of the geese is not thick." The heart lamp is extinguished, and people fall asleep for the first time, and the moon is half a clock in the cold night of Fanlou...... Alas! ”

"Yang Lang......" Qin Cao felt the same way, and his eyes were already misty with tears, "Yang Lang has always been omnipotent, are you really helpless in this matter?" ”

"Life is never perfect, and some things are destined to be beyond human control. Okay, Qin'er, since manpower is difficult to do, then God will decide everything. By the way, Qin'er should be able to play "Guangling San", right? ”

"Well, Yang Lang is waiting, and the slave will go and get the qin." Qin Cao ran to his makeup room in small steps, as if he was afraid that if he slowed down, his husband's heart would be broken.

Yang Yi couldn't help but show a wry smile, the women in the family are all clever and exquisite, some things can't be hidden, it's better to be like this, this is life, not perfect but more real.

In the quiet courtyard, dragonflies light the water surface from time to time, pomegranate flowers bloom and fall unattended, and the pavilions hidden among the flowers and trees of Fusu are faintly white...... Suddenly, with the sound of a string of solemn pianos, a wave of indignation and unyielding majesty suddenly floated in the air, all of which were brilliant and spear-ridden.

In the stirring sound of the piano, it is like a general who has survived a hundred battles standing in the corpse mountain and a sea of blood and roaring to the sky, and it is like Gao gradually leaving the building, Jing Ke sings with a sword: the wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone.

It's hard to believe that the delicate ten fingers of Qin Cao can play such a strong piano sound, and the impassioned melody is full of tragic and heroic killing atmosphere, unyielding spirit of swearing to death, and the iron will to fight in blood.

The sound of the piano was stirring, Yang Yi threw his thoughts in the air, and the battlefield years of those Jin Ge Iron Horses appeared in his heart.

This majestic "Guangling San" is played by the piano, which can still make people's blood boil, thinking about what kind of epic sound Ji Kang played this song on the law field.

Ji Kang is a beautiful man praised by the world, and he is also a man, and the rock rock is like a lonely pine. Its drunkenness is also, towering like a jade mountain will collapse.

He is good at the piano, married to Cao Cao's great-granddaughter, a famous person, and the Sima family has recruited talents several times, but none of them have come out. He was later killed by Sima.

Before Ji Kang was sentenced, 3,000 students jointly wrote a letter asking Sima Zhao to pardon Ji Kang, but they were not allowed. On the execution ground, Ji Kang looked at the shadow of the sun, calmly played Guangling San, and sighed: Guangling San is extinct today.

The world sighed, Ji Qin was absolutely loud, and Ruan's anger was in vain.

Hence the word "sound".

Listening to the sound of the piano, Yang Yi reminisced for thousands of years, and he suddenly understood why the ancient literati liked to go to the ancient monuments.

When the soul of an individual collides with the deep vicissitudes of history, it can make people's souls travel through the world and fly over thousands of years, and their own troubles, in the face of the vicissitudes of history, become so insignificant and light in an instant. The spirit will be freed from the troubles of reality!

Qin Cao noticed that his brows were stretched, and he looked heroic and arrogant, similar to the slump just now.

She couldn't help but secretly rejoice, as long as the lang was fine, for her, even if the green silk was broken for three thousand, what matter?

Yang Yi grabbed the wine pot and poured it, but found that there was no drop of wine, and couldn't help but be a little disappointed, and was about to smash the jade pot out casually, and was taken aback, and hurriedly retracted it and hugged it in his arms.

Alas, it's still a coarse porcelain bowl that is comfortable to use, and when you are thirsty, you can smash as much as you want, and you don't feel distressed!

After Yang Yi sighed, he turned around and shouted outside the pavilion: "Come on, bring wine!" ”

Half a day passed, and no one appeared in the courtyard.

Scholar Yang's face collapsed and said: "Why am I so unlucky, people rely on history, I also rely on history, I don't even have wine!" It's unfortunate and still depends on history, oh my God! How is this so, I am also a dignified scholar of the third grade! ”

Qin Cao laughed when he heard this, stopped the piano and said: "Yang Lang waits, the slave will go to get the wine, the slave will drink enough for Yang Lang today!" ”

"Good, good! How can we do without wine, we can't go together without wine! ”

The piano who ran out of the pavilion couldn't help but stumble when he heard the sound, and almost fell, and the red glow on his face flew up, like a pomegranate flower by the corridor.

(To be continued)