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Chapter 850 Wonderful Erhu Music (22)

Evening
The western sky is golden

At this moment, a melodious piece of music floated in the air from far to near, playing smoothly, ups and downs, very pleasant to the ear.

Everyone just finished dinner and sat in the yard to rest.

Hearing the sound of the erhu in the distance, the old man asked curiously:

"Hey, who is playing the erhu here?"

"Hehe, if I'm not wrong, it should be the second uncle, he is performing an erhu solo!" Zhang Feng said with a smile,

"I didn't expect the second uncle to play the erhu so well, but why haven't you heard him play the erhu?" Mr. Liu nodded, and then asked Zhang Feng.

"The second uncle has been playing the erhu for decades, but he has become obsessed with chess in the past two years, so he plays less!" Zhang Feng explained with a smile.

I remember when I was a child, Zhang Feng remembered it very clearly. Every evening, whenever the second uncle had time, he would sit by the Moon Lake and play solo with a small horse. Unfortunately, he didn’t know how to appreciate it at that time. He felt that the sound of the erhu was creaking. It's awful.

After growing up, Zhang Feng discovered that the erhu also has its own unique charm, such as the song "Horse Racing", which Zhang Feng loves very much.

This piece of music is deeply loved by people for its majestic momentum, warm breath and unrestrained melody.

Whether it is a majestic racer or a galloping and neighing horse, they are all performed vividly by the melody of the erhu.The music unfolds amidst the neighing of horses, and the melody is rough and unrestrained.

From far to near, the crisp and elastic jumping bow, strong and weak vibrato, depicts the scene of Mongolian herdsmen celebrating the grand occasion of horse racing.

The application of erhu fast bow and bow jumping skills, string picking and vibrato skills showed a vivid and enthusiastic horse racing scene in front of us.

"I really didn't expect your second uncle's "The Moon Reflected in the Second Spring" to be so good!" Mr. Liu said in admiration while listening carefully.

"Grandma, Erquan Yingyue was created by the blind A Bing, right?" Yiyi also nodded with admiration, and asked her curiously.

"Hehe, that's right. Speaking of the blind man Bing, he is really very talented..." Grandma Liu was very familiar with history and told everyone.

Ah Bing (1893-1950), whose real name was Hua Yanjun, was a blind folk artist from Wuxi, Jiangsu.

On August 1893, 8, he was born in the "Yihe Shanfang" next to the Leizun Hall in Wuxi. His father Hua Qinghe (named Xuemei) was a Taoist priest in the Leizun Hall of Dongxu Palace in Wuxi.A Bing suffered a lot throughout his life, and his mother Qin died more than a year after he was born; at the age of 17, his father died of illness; at the age of 20, he suffered from eye disease; at the age of 21, he was blind; He died on the 35th and was buried in the "Yihe Shanfang" cemetery at the foot of the mountain in the western suburbs of Wuxi.

Due to social turmoil and poor life, he lived on the streets for most of his life, making a living as a performer, and suffered from the bitterness and bitterness of the world. He was blind in both eyes when he created "The Moon Reflected in Two Springs".

This piece of music expresses the bitterness and unyieldingness of a wandering artist who has experienced the ups and downs and tribulations of life in old China.The whole piece is melodious and smooth, with ups and downs, and it is a piece of variation style.The affectionate melody is like weeping and complaining, sad and angry, sometimes euphemistic and low-pitched, sometimes exciting and high-pitched, not only expressing the author's inner resentment and sorrow, but also expressing his yearning for a better life and ideal realm.

It has to be said that life is a whetstone. Many people who have made great achievements in history have almost all experienced social turmoil and displacement.

For example, great poets and great writers in ancient times were either underappreciated for their talents, or relegated and frustrated, so that they could have a deeper understanding of the essence of life and create masterpieces that have been passed down through the ages.

"Let's go, old lady, let's go and see where the second uncle is playing the erhu!" After listening for a while, the old man finally couldn't bear it, and wanted to see the excitement.

"Grandpa and grandma, we are going too."

Yiyi hurriedly took Zhang Feng's arm, followed her grandparents to the sound of the erhu, and walked towards the entrance of the village.

When everyone comes to the small square at the entrance of the village

At this time, the square was very lively, and everyone sat around in twos and threes, chatting enthusiastically.

The rest of the people were almost all surrounded by the second uncle, listening to the second uncle playing the erhu, and many tourists who stayed in the village took pictures with their mobile phones.

"Hee hee, I didn't expect the second uncle to have so many fans!" Seeing so many people watching the second uncle here, Yiyi giggled.

"Hehe, look at Maoya Little Shitou, they are listening so seriously!"

Zhang Feng nodded, then pointed to a few kids in the crowd and said with a smile.

Yiyi was also happy after seeing it. It was really interesting to see the serious appearance of the little kids.

As soon as the performance was over, the crowd cheered loudly!

"Okay, the second uncle did a great job!"

"Okay! The second uncle has another song!!"

Seeing that everyone likes the erhu he played so much, the second uncle was also very happy, as if he had found a bosom friend he hadn't seen for many years, so he changed the repertoire again.

As the melodious erhu sounded again, the crowd became quiet again.

"Is this the song "Horse Racing"?" Yiyi looked at Zhang Feng curiously and asked.

Zhang Feng smiled and nodded. To be honest, this is Zhang Feng's favorite erhu piece, because it is extremely difficult. In Zhang Feng's opinion, it can be played with erhu, which is really close to the limit of erhu, especially Among them, the neighing of the steeds makes people's scalps tingle when they hear it, it's really amazing and cool.

it's getting dark
White birds return to their nests, and night falls.

The second uncle also put away the erhu after playing the song "Horse Racing", ending today's training.

However, the tourists and the villagers felt that they hadn't listened to it enough. Some tourists took out their violins and played the famous violin song "Blessed Lovers" on the spot.

In the melodious and melodious music of Butterfly Lovers, everyone seemed to see a scene of birds singing and flowers fragrant, and the spring is bright and beautiful.In this beautiful day, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai knew each other and loved each other, full of sweetness.

Then the rhythm changed, the artistic conception changed suddenly, and the music revealed the ups and downs of their love, tossing and turning.

Afterwards, the music came like a storm, full of despair, and also showed Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai's unyielding and determination to pursue love.

In the end, the music became melodious and melodious again, as if wishing their lovers in heaven would eventually get married, become a couple, and stay together forever.

"Well, why is listening to this song so sad!" Yiyi said with red eyes.

Zhang Feng smiled and held her hand tightly.

"Don't worry, we will always be together and will never be separated!"

Tears flashed in Yiyi's eyes, she nodded excitedly, and tightly grasped Zhang Feng's arm, not letting him let go.

(End of this chapter)