"Whew~"

"I didn't think you would."

"Listening to you sing a song, it's like a dream, and there's no top!"

Under the cold moonlight, the lingering afterglow of Nanyin still seems to be floating lonely.

After a while, the enthusiastic Abel woke up like a dream, gave Su Bai a thumbs up, and asked, "What is this song?" ”

He Huiqun sighed five watches.

Su Bai replied with a smile and returned the cute big cat that was still "purring" in his arms to the old man.

"Your name is He Huiqun?" The old man said curiously.

"He has a friend named He Huiqun."

Xu Lao, who also came back to his senses, said, and when he heard this, the big guy instantly burst into laughter, and Su Bai's forehead was full of black lines.

One of the characteristics of drama and art works in Guangdong Province is that the name of the author or actor will be written on the title, such as "Snake Boy is Afraid of His Wife", "Snake Boy Steals Chicken", "Snake Boy Sells Flowers Beautifully", "Snake Boy Li" is the stage name nickname of Cantonese opera actors.

So it is obvious that He Huiqun, whom Su Bai said, should be the original author of this song.

"The spring night is short, the joy is difficult, a good sentence 'good flowers have been fragrant since ancient times', and a good sentence 'unprovoked mandarin duck dreams, sea bell and sea pearl bell'!"

After making a joke, Elder Xu took a long breath and sighed with embarrassment.

The autumn wind is bleak and colder, and the lights are not finished. In the afterphoto, how to get lovesick?

Sigh five watches, a song.

Good flowers since ancient times, standing on the site of the Shuzhu Bridge that is now the road, no longer see the boat on the river, I don't know where the Tan family girl who combs long braids and sells boat porridge under the bridge has drifted, and asks for whereabouts one by one, and can't find the old face, only that the peach blossom is still smiling in the spring breeze.

In the past, on the shore, those private gardens of wealthy merchants with streams and water, and rows of wine shops, have long been dissipated with the aftermath of Nanyin Cantonese, dust to dust, soil to earth, and prosperity, but a handful of fine sand.

A hundred years of prosperity like clouds, thousands of years of wind and rain like old dreams, now there is probably only the sea bell to connect the sea pearl bell.

Looking in the direction of Haizhuang Temple, Xu Lao couldn't help but think, if Haizhuang Temple also has memories, then on a long and cold autumn moonlit night, will it listen to the sound of leaves, and recall the wind and rain and snow and moon wind flowers for thousands of years?

Will it remember more than a thousand years ago, when the 28th Temple of the Southern Han Dynasty is still there, when the Qianqiu Temple is still its old name, whenever the Emperor of the Southern Han Dynasty cruises down to Henan Huazhou to worship the world, the Linjiang area is always lively, and even the incense in the temple is also prosperous.

Will it remember that three hundred years ago, when it was still the private garden of the wealthy, because the owner's family did not get a good death, and the whole garden ended up with only the embarrassing eagle claw orchid tree?

Maybe it remembers everything, witnesses everything, but for it, the countless prosperity and decay of the past, reincarnation after reincarnation, are like a brief dream under the stars tonight.

"Where can I buy audio tapes? Hey, you don't need to buy it, when I record it, I'll ask someone to send you a copy, thank you for being a tour guide for us. ”

Su Bai waved his hand with a smile, waved goodbye to the enthusiastic old man, and didn't forget to pet the big cat again before leaving. ”

"Oh, I was thinking, although the Shuzhu Bridge is gone, since it's all here, you have to leave something, right?"

"Then let's carve a line of words, Xu Zhaohua and the Southern Red Bean Cantonese Opera Troupe will come here for a visit!"

"Poof! What the hell, I want to say, you sang a song, so should we also have a poem to hang it, but for a while I can't think of a good one. ”

Xu Lao spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and he almost couldn't help jumping up to give Su Bai a shudder.

"Oh, in this way, it is perfect to have wind and flowers, snow and moon, songs and poems."

Old things are the warmth that remains in life. Although it may be dilapidated, rotten or dead, the time they have survived has always soothed our hearts with a serene gesture of longing for the land and our family, so it is indeed necessary to pay a respect.

Su Bai pinched his chin, and after searching in his mind, he chanted: "Master Kuang's string Homeric poems, and the aftermath of the wind is a collection of southern words." The song of the blind man is lonely at the end, who knows what happened to the beads? ”

A song was read out in an instant, and the audience was stunned, and a few seconds later, the praise exploded violently.

"Good! Haha, this poem is good! ”

"Tsk, amazing, you can write poems as soon as you say, I found that there is really no one you can't do!"

"Don't do it, don't do it, I didn't do it, it was written by an expert in literature and history named Luo Tao."

"Understand, your friend, hahaha!"

"Hey, whatever you think, anyway, now there are songs and poems alive, I'm so hungry, find a food stall to eat seafood, let's say okay first, you pay ......"

Yes, there are songs and poems that come alive, and the soul must have been filled with feelings, and now only the stomach is still empty.

"Hahaha!"

"Brother is really invincible!"

"Good fellow, worthy of a poet!"

“......”

In the boiling barrage, the group talked and laughed, and the back soon melted into the night, only the hearty laughter that gradually drifted away was still floating in the air.

"The teacher is a Homeric poem with strings, and the aftermath is a collection of southern words. The song of the blind man is lonely at the end, who knows what happened to the beads? ”

The narrator's warm voice recited the poem again, and said: "I think, no matter how lonely the song is, as long as its afterglow is still echoing, someone will know about the beads, right?" As long as the wonderful rhyme of Nanyin is still echoing, no matter how vague the singing is, the thoughts will always overflow people's hearts like flowing water in the most casual moments, pouring into the dreamlike moonlight. ”

"Homer's epic poems were later edited and sorted out by Zenodotos, Aristophanes and others, so that they could be passed on to future generations."

"Today in Nanyin, Guangfu, we are fortunate to have a few idiots who are singing elegy in the era when everyone sings triumphant songs, they tacitly take care of each other, and in the footsteps of Lingnan's swan song gradually drifting away, even if they can leave one more footprint for us, it is enough to surprise people....."

Before I knew it, the documentary had come to the end, and all the experts and teachers of the search group appeared in the small black room one by one, pouring out their thoughts and insights on this trip.

"A hundred years of life, like a white horse passing by, many days, our hearts have been vicissitudes, but we still look forward to having a warm spring; Many times, we always feel that we can hope for it, but we don't know that at the ferry where thousands of sails have passed, the spring breeze brings the arrangement of the peach blossom curtain call. ”

"We have gone through year after year in such ups and downs, joys and sorrows, constantly picking up and discarding, all the way to today."

"In this way, the years have unconsciously portrayed faces that are no longer young, and unconsciously, quietly dyed our sideburns white."

"Although time is gone, but the mind has never stopped, after experiencing all kinds of things, gradually we understand that only the kind of dust that passes through the soul and comes from the secluded can be unforgettable and eternal."

"In the corridor leading to the depths of time, there are always the bonuses we look forward to, as well as our lost guests and smiles, when the songs that have been sung echo in the ears again, the dreams that have been sung are still bright and long-lasting......"

Xu Lao said with a tearful smile in his eyes, of course Su Bai didn't run, and was carried into the small black room.

"What is music? Music is a kind of art, the starting point is everyone's nature, the apex is everyone's soul, music is between people's nature and soul, throughout, it is one of the most important components of life, without music, we will lose the passion for creation and the joy of survival. ”

"The melody of the melody, the melody of the jade plate, the feeling of fluttering immortals, and the Tao Ran that I have forgotten are all miracles brought by music, so whenever people hear music in their ears, they begin to be joyful and sad, so they begin to sway, dance, and then think of the mountains and rivers, the sun and the moon, and the stars...... Music can help people preserve their memories. ”

"Time flies, time flies, we have too many things and emotions that have been diluted in our minds, but every time the music plays, the past time is played out again at this moment, as if we really have the ability to travel through time."

"What is art? Art is a culture, a record of 'existence'. Every one of us, even the entire human race, will eventually die in the stormy waters of history, so how can we prove that we ever existed? Art can prove it.

"Every poem, every song, every painting is enough to prove that those people have come, that era has come. No life, any city, no era can escape death, when the shell rots in the soil, when the city is buried under the loess, when the era is fixed in the book, art can make our soul never die. ”

"My pursuit? It must be sleeping until you wake up naturally, counting the money until your hands cramp. ”

"Haha, I'm very superficial, life is short, let me immerse myself in glitz and vanity for the rest of my life, just get drunk and dream of death."

"Okay, good, serious and serious, what I want to do most in the near future is to set up a Cantonese opera stage for the elderly in the activity center, and now that the Cantonese opera troupe has been formed, there is no stage to shrink under the banquet tent every day, it doesn't look like a thing."

"Longer-term? In the longer term, I hope that concert is the only vestige I have left in this world. ”

“......”

When I came out of the small black house, the scene had already shifted to a seafood food stall, and everyone ordered a table full of dishes, including shrimp and crabs, smiling.

"Come on, come on, our Cantonese opera movie is about to start filming, I wish you all the best, Xiaobai, another toast?"

"The Liyuan Song and Dance Contest is prosperous, and the red boats are moored in the evening sand, but every year on the Tianzhen Festival, thousands of people surround to see Qionghua!"

"Haha, good!"

"But every year on the Tianzhen Festival, 10,000 people surround to see Qionghua!"

"Cheers!"

“......”

"A city, a feeling, a city's style, context, and development dynamics all carry a historical memory, which is culture and inheritance."

"Guangfu Nanyin, is no longer fashionable, but it will be passed on forever, so there is no need to sigh that good flowers have been fragrant since ancient times, and I just look forward to the coming year, surrounded by 10,000 people, and then look at Qionghua."

"The same is true of all other folk arts that carry our long historical memory and brilliant culture, may the singing of the soul be endured from generation to generation, and may life be full of the warmth and ......poetry of love because of beautiful music."

Finally, after selling a wave of advertisements in the open, the documentary came to an end in everyone's cup of applause, and at this moment, reluctant fans just want to shout: Surround him, don't let him run!