world class art fanatic

He Yuansheng has no musical talent, but he has lived in music all his life, so he can naturally understand the pros and cons of a piece of music.

In his heart, Feng Yuanqing's music is always the best.

He often listens to Feng Yuanqing play the erhu, and often appreciates Bai Huisheng's performance.

But it was the first time for him, after both of them passed away, to listen to Bai Huisheng play Feng Yuanqing's instruments through video recording, accompanied by guqin, erhu and chime bells.

Fan Chengyun's guqin is known as a world-class art treasure.With only seven strings, he can play the rhythm that has been passed down in China for 5000 years.

Fang Lan's erhu has been practiced since she was a child, and after getting acquainted with Bai Huisheng, she learned Feng Yuanqing's bow and vibrato, which naturally won the essence of Feng School.

Not to mention the chime bells that the bell should ring. Throughout the ages, the sound of Jinshi has honored the chime bells. He rang the set of bronze musical instruments copied in the Warring States Period, and this world should be under his control.

The melodies played by the three people on the stage with musical instruments should make people forget the musical instruments themselves, and only remember the spring they awakened.

However, in He Yuansheng's old ears, he can always distinguish the erhu strings of Bai Huisheng.

Bai Huisheng's trembling bow was exactly the same as Feng Yuanqing in his memory.

Bai Huisheng's portamento has a mellow roundabout similar to that of Feng Yuanqing.

Even though this piece of music was completed by four musicians, in He Yuansheng's eyes, it is still his beloved nephew, who is replaying Feng Yuanqing's score, singing the praises of an invisible person, re-seen spring.

Gradually, the warm and bright performance of "Wan Jia Chun Scenery" ended, and Bai Hui took back his erhu bow with a smile.

He Yuansheng couldn't wait to continue the recording, and wanted to hear what the nephew who died young had to say.

However, Bai Hui's voice stopped there, looking at him gently.

Those eyes seemed to see He Yuansheng sitting under the stage through the projection screen.

The faint melody still reverberated in the auditorium, but He Yuansheng's eagerness to leave before had been shattered by the gentle gaze on the projection.

He just wanted to wait for the performance to end and take the video with him.

To listen carefully, what he failed to understand.

"Ding!"

The crisp sound of chime bells, like a signal, made the guqin and erhu excited.

The bell should no longer continuously strike the bell body, but quietly stood beside the chime, waiting for the strings to set off a violent storm, waiting for the erhu to neigh and roar!

The performance that was like a spring breeze just now suddenly changed to a different melody.

He Yuansheng, who was immersed in his own thoughts, was so startled that he suddenly turned his head and stared at the stage in a daze, staring at the group of crazy performers.

Fan Chengyun's finger, above the seven strings, caressed out of the cliff, into the abyss.

And Fang Lan's long bow was hooked on the silver string, like birds and beasts, lightly crossing the cliff, shouting condescendingly.

The melody they played undoubtedly captured the whole body and mind of the elderly in the auditorium.

But the music was passionate and high-pitched, but no one could stop it. Zhong Ying raised his eyes and raised his mallet, striking the sound resolutely.

Ding!

Ding Ding!

Boom!

The simple and powerful sound of the bell is better than the thousand strings of the guqin and the white silk of the erhu.

It was as if someone was standing on a cliff, facing the torrential rain that hit his head and covering his face, and facing the beast with sharp fangs, he gave a loud and loud answer.

He Yuansheng couldn't ignore the chime.

Even if the guqin and erhu wove a trembling crisis, he could accurately grasp the firmness conveyed by the chimes.

The firmness of that voice was like a reliable backbone standing on the cliff on the top of the mountain, reminding him of Feng Yuanqing when he was young in a trance.

"Mi, Sol, La."

"Jiao, Zheng, Yu."

The music left in the memory has repeatedly sounded on the incomplete sound.

The young and tall Feng Yuanqing held a hammer, and every time he struck a note, he would imitate the tone of the next note.

The intermittent, intermittent tunes were accompanied by Feng Yuanqing's teachings to him.

The master said that this piece of music advises wanderers far away from home to uphold noble aspirations.

The master said that no matter what sufferings you encounter, what kind of storms you face, you must be an upright person and have no regrets in your heart.

The chime bell that the bell should ring has a unique and crisp ringing, which gradually overlaps with the memory of Feng Yuanqing ringing the chime with his own hands.

He Yuansheng sat there, listening to the performance on the stage, but thinking about Feng Yuanqing's teachings.

He almost asked out loud in the ear-piercing music——

"What tune is this?"

His memory was the first to answer——

"'Row of the Tiger'."

Zhong Ying is in the guqin and erhu ensemble, and what Lingling rings is the melody of "Walking the Tiger".

It was Feng Yuanqing who taught He Yuansheng not to succumb to the dangers of power, not to compromise with heretics, but to uphold the voice of faith.

He Yuansheng forgot.

He forgot the beliefs that his master upheld, and he only remembered the hatred, hating the injustice that day, hurting the people he cherished the most.

He Yuansheng sat alone in the auditorium, his emotions became blurred with the music.

He is full of resentment towards the distant eastern land.

But the person he complained about told him, "Go forward and see the light."

Even if that person has long lost sight of the light.

The music disturbed his mind, and the clear tone of the chime slowly changed the way of playing amidst the chaos.

It gradually continues into a long tone from a melody with one pause.

And leisurely lowered the tone, hard to distinguish.

Soon, the music played by Guqin and Erhu returned to its original gentleness.

It seems that a person walked out of the mountain forest where the tiger roared lowly, passed through the darkness of hardships and hardships, opened his eyes again, and saw the beauty of the earth's rejuvenation.

He Yuansheng's bewildered mood eased.

He can hear the blue sky, the white clouds, and the silent spring rain that moisturizes the weeds on the roadside drop by drop.

The soft, vibrating chime of the bell is no longer a clear echo.

The unimaginably gentle sound of the hard bronze musical instrument is like a breeze thousands of years ago, blowing across a grassland, and in the ruthless and lingering rustling wind, a weaker life is rolled up.

He Yuansheng's gaze couldn't help but look for Zhong Ying's movements.

Because, apart from the movement, he couldn't be sure that the set of chimes was still playing.

The bell hammer lightly passed over the bronze bell body, and its sound was hidden in the spring-like guqin strings and the erhu strings in the rippling lake water.

He Yuansheng had to work very hard, staring with his eyes, to feel the looming melody, and to find out the sound that was softer than the wind.

It is finely broken, like fine fluff...

No, it's more like a lighter movement than rubbing fluff to make a sound.

In He Yuansheng's heart, the chime bell should be magnificent and shocking.

But Zhong Ying's performance happened in the spring breeze and drizzle, allowing him to hear the tenderness of the bronze instrument.

He seems to have seen countless small animals with fluff, waking up from hibernation after a long and bitter winter.

They flaunt their fur that they are proud of, stretch their limbs to the sound of guqin and strings, and run wildly in the continuous fast bow of erhu.

The soft fluff scrapes over the barbed cockleburs on the side of the road, and is contaminated with many rough seeds, allowing the fragile life protected by the hard shell to go to the soil where it wants to go.

The slight breeze blowing between the feet blows away the trembling dandelions propping up the pompoms by the lake, and makes the white and snowy pappus float far, far ahead.

He Yuansheng couldn't stop the imagination in his mind.

The animals passed cocklebur and dandelion, and seemed to see more exotic plants.

They all spread seeds silently, as if silently conveying hope.

Fan Chengyun's fingertips slid across the silk strings, and the spring scenery was still circling in the auditorium.

The silver string in Fang Lan's hand also bowed and chanted, adding laughter to this beautiful scenery.

Only the huge and majestic set of chime bells, whose sound is as clear as water and as light as wind, always reminds He Yuansheng of those insignificant plants that are sowing insignificantly in spring.

There are weeping willows, and catkins are flying in the spring breeze.

There are bulging peas, bathed in sunlight, splashing their pods.

He Yuansheng's eyes cannot be separated from Zhong Ying's movements.

He even expected the sound of the chimes to be clearer and more specific, telling him what the piece was trying to express!

The more He Yuansheng listened, the more anxious he became, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

He was eager to know what the music was playing, and he guessed angrily that the music was satirizing him, a guy who often lives in the United States, and he didn't understand the feelings of Chinese people!

When he couldn't help but want to interrupt the performance, the music suddenly faded away.

The screen with Bai Huisheng's smile on it was replaced by a stranger.

He has thinning hair and is getting old, He Yuansheng is sure that he doesn't know him.

But he closed his eyes and drew the bow in his hand, playing a familiar melody.

It's a pity that the old man on the screen really doesn't have much talent.

The melody is still the melody of "Spring Scenery from Ten Thousand Families", and when he played it, it was an abrupt and ear-piercing noise!

He Yuansheng frowned, staring fiercely at the unexpected visitor.

He would rather listen to the heart-scratching performance on the stage than listen to a strange old man ruining master's score!

The other party didn't realize it, and indulged in enjoying his own piece of music, which was not much better than pulling a saw, and finished playing the most famous string of "Wan Jia Chun Scenery".

After putting down the bow, he opened his eyes and said slowly:

"I'm 66, and I can't play the erhu well. But when I was young, I couldn't play the erhu well."

He laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, "I still remember that when I was admitted to Qingling Lake College that year, I was confused and didn't understand anything. It was Teacher Feng who said that music is for making people happy. If you can't play the erhu well, you should learn it well." If you are familiar with music theory and rhythm, you can also be a person who understands music.”

He laughed heartily and looked sincerely, "Mr. Feng, thank you, I am very happy."

He Yuansheng froze on his seat, holding his cane in a daze.

He had a vague guess in his heart, but he couldn't be sure.

Soon, a stranger appeared on the screen again.

He looked to be in his 40s, and also held an erhu, playing pieces composed by Feng Yuanqing.

This gentleman's performance is much better than that of the old man before, and he can hear it at a professional level.

The beautiful and melodious piece was short. He looked towards the auditorium and said with a smile, "I should be the last class of students led by Teacher Feng. At that time, he was already seventy years old. He picked up the bow and pulled the strings. age."

"At that time, I thought, when I am seventy, I will be like Teacher Feng, and find my youth from the erhu."

Video after video, with these strangers' memories of "Teacher Feng", appeared on the huge projection screen in the auditorium.

They said that Mr. Feng's music can always make people feel hope and spring.

They said that the music theory and rhythm taught by Mr. Feng can be used for life even if they leave the erhu.

He Yuansheng saw old people, middle-aged people, and young people.

His eyes were shocked to figure out the age of the stranger, and he was surprised to find that there was a person who was not more than thirty years old, holding the erhu seriously, playing Feng Yuanqing's repertoire, and said——

I am also a student of Teacher Feng.

This is almost impossible.

Feng Yuanqing retired as early as the 90s, and the age of the last class of students is still over 40 years old even today.

However, he saw the young people in their prime, and heard their immatureness.

But they kept saying "Teacher Feng" and "Teacher Feng", as if they were really Feng Yuanqing's students.

He Yuansheng was furious.

He thought it was a hoax!

The cunning and insidious guy on the stage found a group of shameless actors to trick him into being moved and into believing such impossible things.

The strangers in the video are framed in many squares, like a large number of students gathered together, vying to tell the old man in front of them about their past with Teacher Feng.

But He Yuansheng stood up, no longer listening, no longer watching!

He wants to settle accounts with the people on the stage, let them know that he is not old-fashioned-

Suddenly, a familiar melody sounded intertwined.

The erhu clearly played the incomplete score that had been struck on Xisheng.

He Yuansheng supported the back of the chair and stood there, unable to believe his ears and eyes.

From the huge projection screen, "Tiger Row" has a completely different tone from the performance of the chime bells, and still reveals an unconcealable sonorous perseverance.

And the one who played it turned out to be a little girl.

She could be ten years old, possibly younger.

With two delicate braids, she focused on the stringed instrument in her arms, which was a little taller than her.

Her performance is far more profound and broad than that of everyone in the previous videos, unlike the musical ideas that a young child can play.

But each of her long notes and short tremors accurately expressed the main theme of "The Row of the Tiger", and even played the musical idea of ​​never yielding to fate in a different and brilliant way.

He Yuansheng stood where he was, leaning on his seat, and tried his best to listen to the song from the chime bells to the Han Yuefu on the silver strings of the erhu.

The sound bursts are completely different from the sound of the chime bells, and they completely convey the melody that Feng Yuanqing has always expected.

Standing in front of the tiger, the man does not change his face.

People are ruled by the persuasion of wild sparrows, and they do not forget their original intentions.

An ancient song of Yongzhi, which carries all kinds of difficulties and dangers, flows on the strings of the little girl's erhu without any violation.

He Yuansheng even felt that this child really understood "Race of the Tiger" and Feng Yuanqing.

The hallucinatory recognition calmed down the anger in He Yuansheng's fantasy.

The little girl's performance is over, her eyes are bright and her cheeks are tender.

She said: "What I played just now was "Row of the Tiger" that I learned after watching Teacher Feng's teaching video."

"Teacher Feng has never met me, but in my heart, he is still my respected teacher. Once, I thought he liked sunglasses and wanted to be a young and fashionable musician, so he wore them in teaching videos Sunglasses for class."

The little girl's childish voice was still childish, but she spoke with extra solemnity.

"Later, Teacher Fang told me that it was because Teacher Feng's eyes could not see, so she covered her eyes with sunglasses, so that the students would not be too sad."

She told the hard truth, still with the innocence of a child.

Those beautiful eyes blinked, traveled through time and distance, and stared at He Yuansheng outside the screen.

"Teacher Feng hasn't said anything to me, but I've always wanted to tell him—"

"Every bow and every string of ours is your eyes when playing your music."

He Yuansheng's tears suddenly flowed down.

After a lapse of 44 years, he re-understood Feng Yuanqing's sigh——

How great.

Huisheng has grown up and can play the erhu, which is great.

The college entrance examination has resumed, and students can study, how great it is.

This mountain, this water, this spring scenery, how beautiful it is.

This person, this thing, this world, how wonderful it is.

He Yuansheng cried bitterly in the quiet auditorium, and no longer had to carefully protect his eyes.

Because, his master has many eyes, like the buds blown by the spring breeze, stretching the branches and leaves, looking at this brand new world curiously.

The owner of each pair of eyes will play the strings of the erhu, and look at the blue sky today and the beautiful spring scenery this year for the teacher who has lost his light.

Take a look again, the orange-colored golden glow in the stratus clouds of the distant mountains, and the slowly rising sun from the eastern land.

Amid tears and sobs, He Yuansheng didn't need to ask what music the chime was playing.

Every student and every sentence in this video is telling him——

What he heard were dandelions, cockleburs, willow catkins, and bulging bean pods.

It is peach and plum.

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