When will the bright moon appear? Ask the sky for wine. I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky...
Li Ye was startled. He didn't expect that his husband had a piano hidden on the mountain. He picked up the stones thrown on the ground, beat them together, and sang in chorus:
I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid that it's too cold in the high places...
The master and the apprentice sang together, which immediately surprised Li Hongxiu. She never expected that the master and the apprentice would actually play the piano and sing to the moon in this situation, even though she couldn't sing. , followed gently and sang softly:
Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless. There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye...
The melodious sound of the piano and the resentful singing, combined with the soft female voice of Li Hongxiu, penetrate the clouds and mist, go straight to the sky, and long for the bright moon.
The dreaming birds in the mountains were startled by the sudden song, flapped their wings, and circled around the cliff.
The husband played the tune three times, and the three of them also sang the tune three times. Li Ye's small face glowed red, and Li Hongxiu's eyes were misty.
The gentleman stopped playing and stopped playing, but as if his meaning was still unfinished, he put down his piano, took out the jug, poured wine into his and Li Hongxiu's bowls, picked it up, and drank it all in one gulp. He struck the ground with his hands and chanted in time with the rhythm:
A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.
Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and make three people in the shadows.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me.
For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring.
My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.
...
Li Ye was stunned. He didn't expect his husband to recite this poem, so he followed him and sang it again.
Li Hong raised her sleeves, drank all the wine in the bowl, put on a red skirt, and danced gracefully beside the red pile, facing the bright moon, in harmony with the singing of the master and the apprentice...
The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me.
For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring.
My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.
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"On my trip last year, a passerby once said something to me. He said that since you are born in this world, both practicing and living in this world are hard work."
"Since living is so hard, we have no reason to be unhappy while we are alive!"
"No matter when and where you are, as long as you are happy, you should drink wine and sing, no matter what other people say nonsense!" Li Hongxiu, who was half drunk, waved and smiled.
The gentleman looked at Li Ye, looked at Li Hongxiu who was about to get drunk, and said with a faint smile: "Today we are raising a glass and talking, not to mention there is a bright moon in the sky, it would be wrong not to raise a glass and sing a song at this time. I can’t live in such beautiful scenery.”
The husband also cooperated with Li Hongxiu's artistic conception and was deeply moved.
Li Ye turned to look at the two of them, thinking that Li Hongxiu could drink, but sir, you don't have the capacity to drink, so why did you join in the booing?
"Your piano performance today is indeed wonderful, and I like that poem even more. It didn't make Li Ye embarrassed for his husband, but...after all, with his skill in speech and practice, if there are more than a dozen jars of wine left here, Being able to enjoy a drink in front of you is one of the great joys in life."
Li Hongxiu could no longer control her mouth.
The half-drunk gentleman disagreed. In his opinion, it was his pride to train a precious disciple like Ning Que into a legend in the five realms and watch him shine in the world.
"Sir, you are almost drunk." Li Ye frowned.
Li Hongxiu put down the wine bowl in her hand, leaned back and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.
She raised her elbow to lightly support her chin, then turned her head to look at her husband carefully, with a deep smile between her drunken brows and eyes.
"Sir, you are really good, and your disciple is also good. I never thought that you could find a talent like Li Ye in Fengyun City."
She smiled and murmured: "At least I already know that you can't drink without me."
The husband was speechless. He got up and went back to the house to make a pot of tea. After a while, he brought out two cups. One cup was handed to Li Hongxiu, and the other cup was held by himself: "After drinking wine, I will have another cup of tea to make myself feel better."
Li Hongxiu took the cup handed over by her husband and took a sip.
With a charming look on her face, she suddenly asked: "Sir, I want to learn the song you just played. Can you teach me?"
Li Ye was startled and thought to himself, aren't you drunk when you are learning music at this time? You are still drunk, but sir is getting drunk.
Unexpectedly, the teacher clapped his hands and said, "If you want to learn, I will teach you!"
When Li Ye heard this, he quickly put away the tea cups on the table to leave space for his husband. He also moved a chair to Li Hongxiu so that she could sit aside and watch her husband play the piano.
Li Hongxiu was stunned. She just said it casually, but she didn't expect that her husband would take it seriously.
After thinking about it, she stood up, sat in front of the stone table, and looked at her husband blankly.
The gentleman smiled, took out another stick of incense, lit it, and placed it next to the piano. Then he sat at the table, looked at Li Hongxiu and said, "Look carefully."
After saying that, he played the piano with both hands, and there was a tinkling sound coming from the strings, but it was exactly the tune that he and Li Ye played and sang together before. The difference was that this time, Mr. played very slowly. Every time he played a measure, he stopped and sang with Li Hongxiu. Let me explain...
After a long time, the husband finished playing. He looked at Li Hongxiu and smiled: "Come and try."
Li Hongxiu nodded, put his hands on the strings, and played a short section of the song "Water Melody Song Tou" that he played before. Then he raised his head, looked at his husband and said, "Is that so?"
The husband nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, I will copy the complete score another day and give it to you."
Li Hongxiu smiled and said, "That's great."
"It's rare that I'm happy today, so I'll tell you a story about making friends with the piano." The gentleman smiled lightly.
It is said that there was a man named Yu Boya who was close to Qin in his lifetime...
Yu Boya has loved piano music since he was a child. His teacher Cheng Lian once took him to Penglai in the East China Sea to appreciate the magnificence and magic of nature, from which he realized the true meaning of music. He played the piano, and the sound was beautiful and sweet, like mountains and flowing water. Although many people praised his piano skills, he felt that he had never met anyone who could truly understand his music. He has been looking for his soulmate.
One year, Yu Boya was traveling in the rivers and lakes. On August 15th, the boat he was on encountered rough waves and was 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 became very interested in playing the piano and took out the piano he had brought with him.
He started playing with concentration, one piece after another. Just when he was completely immersed in the beautiful sound of the piano, he suddenly saw a man standing motionless on the shore.
Yu Boya was startled. He exerted force with his hand, and with a "pop" sound, one of the strings was plucked. Yu Boya was guessing why the people on the shore came.
He heard the man say to him loudly: "Sir, don't be suspicious. I am a firewood collector. I came home late. When I came here, I heard you playing the piano. I thought the sound of the piano was wonderful. I couldn't help but stand here and listen. ."
Yu Boya took a closer look under the moonlight and saw that there was a load of dry firewood beside the man. It turned out to be 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, please tell me what kind of music I am playing?"
After listening to Yu Boya's question, the firewood man replied with a smile: "Sir, what you just played was a piece of music by a sage praising his disciple Yan Hui. Unfortunately, when you played the fourth sentence, the string broke. ”
The firewood man's answer was quite correct. Yu Boya couldn't help but be overjoyed and invited him to board the boat for a detailed discussion. When the woodcutter saw the harp played by Yu Boya, he said, "This is the Yao harp! According to legend, it was made by the Fuxi family in ancient times." Then he told the origin of the Yao harp.
After listening to the firewood man's story, Yu Boya couldn't help but admire him secretly. Then Yu Boya played a few more songs for the woodcutter and asked him to identify the meaning.
When the sound of the piano he played was majestic and high-pitched, the woodcutter said: "This sound of the piano expresses the majesty of the mountains." When the sound of the piano became fresh and smooth, the woodcutter said: "The sound of the piano that he played next expressed the majesty of the mountains." The sound expresses the endless flowing water."
Yu Boya couldn't help being pleasantly surprised. In the past, no one could understand what he expressed with the sound of the piano, but the woodcutter in front of him could actually understand it clearly.
Unexpectedly, under this wild ridge, he would meet the soulmate he had not been looking for for a long time, so he asked the firewood collector's name Zhong Ziqi and started drinking with him. The more the two talked, the more they became attracted to each other. They met each other late and became sworn brothers.
We have agreed to meet here again during the Mid-Autumn Festival next year.
In the Mid-Autumn Festival of the next year after he and Zhong Ziqi parted in tears, Yu Boya came to the mouth of the Hanyang River as promised, but he waited and waited, but Zhong Ziqi never came to keep his appointment.
So he played the piano to summon this close friend, but after a long time, no one came. The next day, Yu Boya asked an old man about Zhong Ziqi's whereabouts. The old man told him that Zhong Ziqi had unfortunately died of illness.
Before his death, he left his last words that he would build his tomb by the river so that when we meet on August 15th, we can listen to the sound of Yu Boya's harp.
After hearing what the old man said, Yu Boya was extremely sad. He came to Zhong Ziqi's grave and played the ancient song "High Mountains and Flowing Waters" sadly. After playing, he broke the strings.
Then he let out a long sigh and smashed his beloved Yaoqin to pieces on the bluestone.
He said sadly: "My only soulmate is no longer alive, who else can I play this piano for?"
The friendship between the two bosom friends moved future generations, and people built a guqin stand where they met.
To this day, people still often use the term "bosom friend" to describe the friendship between friends.
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"High mountains and flowing water can only be understood by a close friend." Li Hongxiu looked at Mr. Chuzhuang in a daze and couldn't help but be stunned.
Li Yecong was behind the two of them, thinking that Mr. Li might have fallen in love with him.
Many years later, my husband and Li Hongxiu recalled the bright moon at that time, the beloved man at that time, the singing and dancing at that time, the Tianshan Mountain at that time, the joy at that moment...
That night, Mr. Li and Li Hongxiu drank all the wine in the pot, and they were almost drunk.
Li Ye helped his husband and then Li Hongxiu, but they were too heavy and could only help them into the recliner in the wooden house.
He went into the cave, took two quilts, and covered the two of them.
My own thoughts flew across the mountain to find Dongfang Yu'er who had left and the young lady in Fengyun City.
But he murmured in a low voice:
The jianjia is green and the white dew is frost.
The so-called beauty is on the water side.
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