The tenth day of March.
morning.
The north side of Xinyu Lake is in the delta area near the Mingshui River.
During the Mingshui River flood season every year, the river will overflow through the central delta and pour into the lake year after year. This is the reason why Xinyu Lake has never dried up.
This delta area is close to the water and faces the sun. Except for a few small pavilions near the water of the delta that are reed marshes, the rest of the area is full of beautiful mountains and beautiful waters, with towering trees or small green lakes. It is a good place for sightseeing. location.
A small lake called Feng Yin Pool is the most quiet and elegant. There are several clusters of dense bamboo forest beside the pool, accompanied by broad-leaved ancient banyan trees. There are many sycamore trees on the shore, spring flowers are all over the road, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.
There is an ancient waterside pavilion beside the pond. Under the eaves, there is an old fishing man sitting on a high stone bench.
He has a thin body, white beard and hair, and wears an elegant splendid white robe.
Sitting sideways like the Maitreya Buddha, with your right knee bent, your left foot halfway up, your right arm straight out, placed on your knee, your left hand supported behind your knee, assuming a comfortable sitting posture. What he holds in his right hand on his knee is a straight bamboo fishing rod, and he is quietly fishing for lake fish.
On the stone slab beside him was a bowl of earth filled with earthworms, and at his feet hung a fish raft in the water, with several crucian carp breathing in it.
There was a long table and a futon in the pavilion behind him, a guqin was placed on the long table, and an incense burner was burned on the corner of the long table.
When the old gentleman was about to fish, several people from the end of the water stack not far away took steps and trotted over.
"Hey, the fish are scared away. Walk slower." The old man sighed heavily and pulled up the fishing rod. The earthworms on it had been eaten by the fish.
"Master! My disciple has found you!" A playful girl walked in front, holding a three-foot sword, followed by two girls, one skinny and capable, the other plump and naive.
It is true that the one walking in front is Li Zong Li Luo, followed behind is the skinny junior sister Zhou Xiaoyi, and the plump one is Li Luo's personal maid An Ning.
"Oh? Luoluo, Xiaoyi, Ning'er, how did you find Qianzhou? But there is something going on within the sect?" The old gentleman is none other than the old Qin Wei Changyin.
Li Luo rushed forward quickly, nodded with his fists clasped, and replied: "There has indeed been something unexpected in the sect."
Just as Li Luo was about to continue answering, he suddenly saw several long-tailed sparrows not far away slowly flying down on the waist-thick sycamore tree on one side.
Wei Changyin hurriedly raised his hand to signal her to stop talking, and said softly: "Luoluo, let's talk about things later. The bird on this tree is not an ordinary bird. It is most likely the Phoenix Bird that has been waiting so hard for the master."
Li Luo and the others hurriedly stopped at the edge of the pavilion and stood quietly, even holding their breath for fear of scaring away the birds on the tree.
Wei Changyin didn't even dare to put down the fishing rod he was holding, and just looked at a few birds in the tree quietly.
At a glance, I saw four birds in total, with three clusters of peacock-like tail wings hanging from their tails. Their bodies were green, red, and purple. They were jumping among the sycamore trees. For food.
Everyone was surprised by its bright appearance and watched with attention.
After waiting for half a quarter of an hour, all four birds were half full. One of the leading birds slowly flew to the top of the sycamore tree, raised its head, and sang to the sky. Its cry was as melodious as the sound of a flute, clear and clear. The cry is like a spring, with a long aftertaste and overtones in the empty valley...,
Wei Changyin and Li Luo were so mesmerized that they closed their eyes and listened.
The other three birds also slowly spread their wings, fluttered and leaped up, landed on the branches, and began to cry. The four birds sang at the same time, and the sound resounded throughout the Phoenix Pond. .
Wei Changyin hurriedly memorized the rhythm of the wind-singing birdsong in his mind, hoping to reproduce it with the sound of the piano later, secretly sighing that the birdsong was enough to comfort him for the rest of his life.
...
At the same time, here and in the same place.
Xiao Yu, Yu Liufei, Dao Qingqing, and Dao Chenghuan went on a trip to Fengyin Lake. They hired a small boat with a loft in the bow and traveled to the lake together.
The boatman is a local man, wearing coarse clothes and rowing with a pole.
The morning mist fills Fengyin Lake, the mountains are clear and the water is beautiful, and the air is as fresh as orchid, which is quite pleasant.
Yu Liufei was not very good at appreciating the beautiful scenery of these mountains and rivers, so he slept soundly in the boat, saying that he got up too early and it was boring to visit the lake.
Suddenly, I heard the chirping of birds coming from the side of the pavilion not far away, which was very pleasant and unprecedented.
Xiao Yu, Dao Qingqing, and Dao Chenghuan were all attracted to it. They stared blankly at the colorful birds on the top of the sycamore tree not far away, and were surprised.
Even Yu Liufei, who was sleeping soundly, heard this bird song, turned over and walked out to take a look, muttering in his mouth: "Who can play the piano and flute so beautifully?"
"Dear guests, listen quickly, this is the song of phoenixes and birds!" The boatman hurriedly blocked the pole, stopped to hear it, and then introduced to everyone: "Dear guests, I got up early this morning. My ears are blessed. Although this Phoenix Song Pond is well-known, it is rare to see Phoenix Song birds return once in ten years, and it is even rarer to hear their chirping. You have seen them today. Phoenix Song Birds! Eat the new buds of the phoenix tree, It happens once in ten years, so it’s another ten years..."
"Boatman, is that the Phoenix Songbird?" Yu Liufei rubbed his sleepy eyes and pointed at several colorful birds not far away and mumbled doubtfully.
The boatman hurriedly replied in a low voice: "Sir, don't talk too much and listen carefully to their cry. According to folklore, their cry is a hundred times better than the sound of the harp and flute in the world..."
Yu Liufei then stopped and stretched his neck out of curiosity to see clearly what the birds looming in the mist not far away looked like!
Their boat was sitting at a quiet pavilion on the surface of the pool between the two bays. Opposite them was the pavilion where Qin Laowei Changyin was sitting.
It was only a few dozen feet apart, and it was foggy, and they were all attracted by the call of the phoenix bird, so Xiaoyu didn't see Li Luo and An Ning in the pavilion.
After the Phoenix Songbird chirped for a while, it jumped up, straight into the sky, and gradually moved southward. It disappeared from sight and spread out into the valley. Everyone could only look up.
...
In the pavilion, Wei Changyin hurriedly threw the fishing rod in his hand to one side, turned around and climbed over the fence to his piano, and told Li Luo: "Luo Luo, quickly study the ink for the teacher, this phoenix chanting bird song is extremely rare , I have been squatting here for more than a month, and I finally got to hear it once, which is enough to compose a good piece of music. What I feel in my heart has become half a piece of music, urgently expressed on the sound of the piano. You can write it down for me one by one. . We will discuss other secular matters after I finish playing this piece for my teacher."
Seeing how solemn the master was, Li Luo led An Ning and Xiao Yi and hurriedly prepared the pens, inks, paper and inkstones that the master had laid out on the desk. An Ning studied the ink, Zhou Xiaoyi spread the paper, and Li Luo picked up the pen. Waiting for the old piano music.
"Master, please!" Li Luo's pen had been dyed with ink, and he was ready to sit down to compose music on high-quality rice paper. He then said to Mr. Qin, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed and playing the piano with both hands.
Wei Changyin did not answer, his eyes were closed tightly, and his mind was immersed in the song of the phoenix and the bird that he just heard. He moved his fingers and started playing slowly.
