When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace......

Li Ye was stunned, and he didn't expect that Mr. still had a piano hidden on the mountain, so he also picked up the stones that were thrown on the ground, beat them one by one, and sang in unison:

I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable......

The singing and harmony of the master and apprentice suddenly made Li Hongsleeve surprised and delighted, she never expected that the master and apprentice would actually sing at this time, stroking the qin and expressing their nostalgia to the moon, although she couldn't sing, she followed gently, and sang in a shallow voice:

Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye......

The melodious sound of the piano, the resentful singing, and the soft female voice of Li Hong's sleeves, piercing the clouds and fog, going straight to the clouds, wanting to the bright moon.

The birds in the mountains, which had already fallen asleep, were startled by the sudden song, flapped their wings, and circled around the cliffs.

The gentleman played the piano three times, and the three of them sang it three times. Li Yexiao's face was flushed, and Li Hongsleeve's eyes were misty.

The gentleman stopped playing, but he seemed to be unsatisfied, put down the piano, took the wine jug, poured wine into the bowl of himself and Li Hongsleeve, took it, and drank it all. Striking the ground with his hands, joining the beat, he chanted:

A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date.

Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio.

The moon does not drink, and the shadow disciples follow me.

Temporarily accompanied by the moon will be shadowed, and the joy must be spring.

I sing and wander, and I dance in a mess.

......

Li Ye was stunned, but he didn't expect Mr. to chant this poem, and he sang it again with Mr.

Li Hong raised her sleeves, drank all the wine in the bowl, waved her red Luo skirt, and danced by the red pile, facing the bright moon, singing with the master and apprentice......

The moon does not drink, and the shadow disciples follow me.

Temporarily accompanied by the moon will be shadowed, and the joy must be spring.

I sing and wander, and I dance in a mess.

......

"Last year, on a journey, a passerby once said to me, saying that since you are born in the world, it is hard to practice and stand in the world. ”

"Since life is so hard, we don't have any reason to make ourselves unhappy while we are alive!"

"No matter when and where, as long as you are happy, then you have to sing about wine, and don't care if others talk nonsense!" Li Hongsleeve, who was half drunk, waved and laughed.

Mr. looked at Li Ye, looked at Li Hongsleeve, who was about to get drunk, and said with a faint smile: "Let's raise a glass and talk today, not to mention that there is a bright moon in the sky, if you don't raise a glass and sing at this time, you really can't live such a beautiful day." ”

Mr. also cooperated with Li Hongsleeve's artistic conception and sighed with emotion.

Li Ye turned his head to look at the two of them, and said in his heart Li Hongsleeve can drink, sir, you don't have the amount of alcohol, why don't you follow the coaxing.

"Your strings are really wonderful today, and I like that poem even more, and it didn't make Li Ye embarrassed for his husband, but ...... After all, if there are more than a dozen urns of wine in front of you, and you can drink it freely, it is a great joy in life. ”

Li Hongsleeve couldn't control his mouth anymore.

The half-drunk gentleman disagreed, in his opinion, he was cultivating a disciple like Ning Que into a legend in the Five Domains, and watching him shine in the rivers and lakes, that was his pride.

"Sir, you're getting drunk. Li Ye frowned.

Li Hongsleeve put down the wine bowl in his hand, and looked back at the bright moon in the sky.

Raising his elbow and gently supporting his chin, he turned his head to look at the gentleman carefully, with a deep smile between her drunken eyebrows.

"Sir, you are really good, and your disciple is not bad, I didn't expect you to be able to find a talent like Li Ye, this kid, in Fengyun City. ”

She smiled and muttered, "At least I already know that you can drink without me." ”

The gentleman was speechless, got up and went back to the house to make a pot of tea, and after a while, he brought out two cups, one cup was handed to Li Hongsleeve, and one cup was held by himself: "After drinking wine, drink another cup of tea, make yourself feel better." ”

Li Hongsleeve took the cup handed over by Mr. and took a shallow sip.

With a charming face, she suddenly asked, "Sir, I want to learn the tune you just played, can you teach me?"

Li Ye was startled, and said in his heart that at this time, aren't you drunk? You are still drunk, but Mr. is going to be drunk.

Unexpectedly, Mr. clapped his hands and said, "If you want to learn, I'll teach you!"

When Li Ye heard this, he quickly put away the teacup on the table, left space for Mr., and moved a chair for Li Hongsleeve, so that she could sit on the side and watch how Mr. stroked the piano.

Li Hongsleeve was stunned, she just said it casually, but she didn't expect her husband to take it seriously.

After thinking about it, she got up, sat down in front of the stone table, and looked at her husband blankly.

The gentleman smiled, took out another stick of incense and lit it, put it next to the piano, and then sat at the table, looked at Li Hongsleeve and said, "Look carefully." ”

After stroking the piano with both hands, there was a dingdong sound flowing out of the strings, but it was the tune that he had played and sung with Li Ye before, the difference was that this time Mr. played very slowly, and every time he played a bar, he stopped to explain to Li Hongsleeve......

After a long time, Mr. finished playing, looked at Li Hongsleeve and smiled: "You can try it." ”

Li Hongsleeve nodded, put his hands on the strings, and stroked a short section of the "Water Tune Song Head" that he played before. Then he looked up, looked at the gentleman and said, "Is that so?"

The gentleman nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, I will copy this complete score another day and give it to you." ”

Li Hongsleeve smiled: "That's great." ”

"It's rare to be happy today, so I'll tell you a story about meeting friends with the piano. The gentleman smiled faintly.

It is said that there was a person who was close to the piano from birth, named Yu Boya......

Yu Boya has loved piano music since he was a child, and his teacher Cheng Lian once took him to Penglai in the East China Sea to appreciate the beauty and magic of nature, so that he realized the true meaning of music. He played the piano, and the sound of the piano was beautiful and beautiful, like mountains and flowing water. Although many people praise his piano skills, he thinks that he has never met anyone who can really understand his piano sound. He was always looking for his soulmate.

One year, Yu Boya traveled to the rivers and lakes, and on August 15, the boat he was on encountered a storm and anchored at the foot of a hill. At night, the wind and waves gradually subsided, the clouds opened and the moon rose, and the scenery was charming. Looking at the bright moon in the sky, Yu Boya was in high spirits and took out the piano he brought with him.

He played intently, song after song, and just as he was completely immersed in the beautiful sound of the piano, he suddenly saw a man standing motionless on the shore.

Yu Boya was taken aback, his subordinates exerted force, and with a "snap", one string was plucked. Yu Boya was guessing why the people on the shore had come.

Then he heard the man say to him loudly: "Sir, don't be suspicious, I am a firewood collector, and I came home late, and when I came here and heard you playing the piano, I thought the sound of the piano was wonderful, and I couldn't help but stand here and listen." ”

Yu Boya took a closer look by the moonlight, and there was a load of dry firewood next to the person, and he was indeed a firewood collector. Yu Boya thought to himself: How can a woodcutter who collects firewood understand my piano?

So he asked, "Since you know the sound of the piano, can you tell me what kind of song I am playing?"

After listening to Yu Boya's question, the firewood man replied with a smile: "Sir, you just played a sage's music that praised his disciple Yan Hui, but unfortunately, when you played the fourth sentence, the strings broke. ”

The wood-gatherer's answer was good, and Yu Boya couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly invited him to come on the boat to talk. When the firewood man saw Yu Boya playing the qin, he said, "This is the Yaoqin, which is said to have been made by the ancient Fuxi clan." Then he told the origin of this Yaoqin.

Listening to the story of the firewood beater, Yu Boya couldn't help but secretly admire it in his heart. Then Yu Boya played a few more songs for the wood-beater, asking him to recognize the meaning.

When he played the piano majesticly and high-pitched, the firewood man said: "This sound of the piano expresses the majestic momentum of the mountains." When the sound of the piano became fresh and smooth, the firewood beater said, "The sound of playing the piano after this is an expression of endless flowing water." ”

Yu Boya couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised when he heard it, no one could understand the thoughts he expressed with the sound of the piano in the past, but the woodcutter in front of him could hear it clearly.

Unexpectedly, under this wild ridge, he met a bosom friend he couldn't find for a long time, so he asked the name of the man who beat firewood to be Zhong Ziqi, and drank wine with him. The more they talked, the more speculative they became, they hated each other late, and they became brothers.

It is agreed that we will meet here again in the Mid-Autumn Festival of the following year.

In the Mid-Autumn Festival of the second year after saying goodbye to Zhong Ziqi in tears, Yu Boya came to the mouth of the Hanyang River as promised, but he waited and waited, and he didn't see Zhong Ziqi come to the appointment.

So he played the harp to summon the bosom friend, but after a long time, no one came. The next day, Yu Boya asked an old man about Zhong Ziqi's whereabouts, and the old man told him that Zhong Ziqi had unfortunately contracted an illness and died.

Before he died, he left his last words, he wanted to build the tomb by the river, and when they met on August 15, they would listen to the sound of Yu Boya's piano.

Listening to the old man's words, Yu Boya was very sad, he came to Zhong Ziqi's grave, and played the ancient song "High Mountains and Flowing Water" sadly. After playing, he picked off the strings.

Then he let out a long sigh and smashed his beloved Yaoqin on the bluestone.

He said sadly: "My only bosom friend is no longer alive, who else is playing this piano to?"

The friendship between the two bosom friends touched future generations, and people built a guqin platform where they met.

To this day, people often use the term "bosom friend" to describe the friendship between friends.

......

"Mountains and rivers can only be understood by bosom friends. Li Hongsleeve looked at Mr. Zhen stupidly, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Li Yecong was behind the two of them, thinking that this Li Lou Master must have liked Mr.

Many years later, Mr. and Li Hongsleeve recalled the bright moon at that time, the lover at that time, the song and dance at that time, the Tianshan Mountain at that time, and the joy at that moment......

That night, Mr. and Li Hongsleeve drank all the wine in the pot, and the two of them almost got drunk.

Li Ye helped Mr. and Li Hongsleeve, but the two of them were too heavy, so they could only help the two into the recliner of the wooden house.

He went into the cave himself, took two quilts, and put them over the two of them.

One of his own thoughts, but he flew over Guanshan Wanzhong, to find the departed Dongfang Yu'er and the young lady in Fengyun City.

But he whispered in a low voice:

The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost.

The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side.

......