The beautiful scenery of the Yellow Crane Tower made Topaz and others full of praise. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 After watching the Yellow Crane Tower, they came to Boyatai again. Boyatai is also known as Guqintai, east to Turtle Mountain, north to Moon Lake, the lake scenery reflects each other, the scenery is beautiful, quiet and pleasant, rich in cultural connotation. There are Lianyun in the Guqintai Garden of Qintai Monument: the ambition is in the high mountains, the ambition is in the flowing water, one guest is the lotus wood, and the other is the guest caressing the qin.

It is rumored that Boya was a famous luthier at that time, who was good at playing the lyre and had superb skills. He is not only an expert in playing the piano, but also a composer, and is respected as a "piano fairy". One year, Boya was ordered by the king of Jin to send an envoy to the state of Chu. On August 15, he sailed to the mouth of the Hanyang River. In the event of wind and waves, moored under a hill. At night, the wind and waves gradually subsided, the clouds opened and the moon rose, and the scenery was very charming. Looking at the bright moon in the sky, Boya Qin was in high spirits, took out the piano he brought with him, and played it intently. He played 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. Boya was taken aback, his subordinates exerted force, and with a "snap", one string was plucked. While Boya was wondering why the people on the shore had come, he heard the man say to him in a loud voice: "Sir, don't be suspicious, I am a wood-gatherer, and I am late to my home, and when I come here and hear you playing the harp, I think the sound of the piano is wonderful, and I can't help but stand here and listen." ”

Boya took a closer look by the moonlight, and there was a load of dry firewood next to the man, and he was indeed a firewood collector. Boya thought to himself: How can a woodcutter who fetch wood understand my piano? So he asked, "Since you know the sound of the piano, please tell me what kind of song I am playing?"

After listening to Boya's question, the firewood man replied with a smile: "Sir, what you just played was the score of Confucius praising his disciple Yan Hui, but unfortunately, when you played the fourth sentence, the strings broke. ”

The wood-gatherer's answer was good, and Boya couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly invited him to come on board and talk about it. When the firewood man saw the piano played by Boya, he said, "This is the Yaoqin! According to legend, it was made by the Fuxi clan." Then he told the origin of this Yaoqin. Listening to the story of the firewood gatherer, Boya couldn't help but secretly admire it. Then Boya played a few more tunes for the wood-gatherer, 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." ”

Boya couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised when he heard it, no one could understand the heart 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, 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 piano to summon this bosom friend, but after a long time, no one came. The next day, 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, that he would build the tomb by the river, and that when they met on August 15, they would hear the sound of Boya's harp.

After listening to the old man's words, Boya was very sad, and he came to the grave of Zhong Ziqi and played the ancient song "Mountains and Flowing Water" sadly. After playing, he broke the strings, sighed, 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.

The poems recited by the two through the ages: Break the Yaoqin and the phoenix tail is cold, and the child period is not playing to anyone! The spring breeze is full of friends, and it is difficult to find a soulmate.

Boya is good at drumming and piano, and Zhong Ziqi is good at listening. Boya drum and qin, aiming at the high mountains, Zhong Zi said: "Good, E'e Xi like Mount Tai!" Aiming at flowing water, Zhong Zi said: "Good, Yang Xi like a river!" Boya reads, Zhong Zi will get it. Boya swims in the shade of Mount Tai, dies in the rainstorm, stops at the rock, and is sad. It is to support the harp and drum it. At the beginning, it was the exercise of the rain, and the sound of the collapsed mountain was created. Boya sighed: "Good, good, the son listens to the husband's will, imagining my heart, where can I escape?"

The story of Yu Boya and Zhong Ziqi becoming bosom friends has been widely circulated among literati and the public for thousands of years, and the legend of the two bosom friends has added a page of singing and crying to Chinese culture. Bosom friends have been sublimated into unswerving loyalty to friendship, and have also become the fine tradition and noble virtue of the Chinese nation.