The first time I listened to Moonlit Night on the Spring River, I clearly remember that it was in a special era. At that time, I was only 6 years old. Because my mother was going to my father who was working in other places, she was afraid that I would cry. She left when I didn't wake up in the morning and left me alone at my grandmother's house in a completely strange Huangyan Chengguan. At that time, I hated my grandmother for this. I have never called my grandmother in her home for a month. One day, I still quietly shed tears at the door downstairs, while watching whether there is a shadow of my mother in the crowd walking along the road. Suddenly, there was a gentle sound of "nature" in my ear. It was so beautiful that I couldn't help but quietly follow the music. It turned out that my cousin played the record upstairs, and I stuck it there and listened. Then grandma ran upstairs and told her cousin to turn it off at once. I shouted: grandma! Can you let me listen for a while? Cousin laughed: Xizi finally called grandma today
Later, when my mother took me home, she told me that it was a guzheng song "Moonlit Night on a Spring River", which was very popular among scholars in the past, but now it is banned as a decadent bourgeois music.
My eldest brother likes this music very much, too. Whenever the moon shines all over my courtyard at night, because there are no musical instruments at that time, he sits under the grape trellis and secretly plays the harmonica for us. Soon, due to the impact of family history and the excessive labor intensity in rural areas, my eldest brother became ill, and left with his youthful dream, pursuit of a better life and mental and physical pain. My mother's spirit was greatly hit, her health was always poor, and her thinking was often confused ...
Faced with the pain of losing relatives and the hardships of the Cultural Revolution, I lost my laughter and my happy youth. I have the heart to enjoy this wonderful and moving music, but I have always kept my eldest brother's harmonica ...
I grew up in pain, studying, working, organizing my family, raising my children, sending my parents away, my youth, dreams, struggles, hardships, ups and downs, and it took me decades.
After the children enter the college entrance examination, people also reach middle age. I'm free, and I want to do something I like in my spare time. Playing poker, playing computer, photography, chess and other hobbies keep me from being free. One night before Tomb-Sweeping Day this year, the moon was high and the breeze was blowing gently. I stood at the window and looked at the night view of Jiaojiang River immersed in the spring scenery. It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't seen for a long time ... I was looking for something I wanted to hear on the computer. In a short while, I heard the guzheng song "Moonlit Night on a Spring River", and I closed my eyes and listened devoutly. At this time, the noise of the world and the fatigue of work left me, a kind of tranquility and warmth, just like the soft spring water infiltrating my heart. Wicker dancing in the night breeze, flowers and plants nodding with a smile under the touch of the breeze, wooden paddles breaking the reflection of fishing boats in the river, water waves holding the rippling canoe ...
I suddenly feel high, as if dreaming of the quadrangle in my hometown years ago when I was a child, and my pain and sadness have already turned into smoke. I feel like I'm in a fairyland, dancing with my lost relatives and singing loudly. I woke up at the end of the song with tears in my clothes.
"Every moon has its ups and downs, and people have their joys and sorrows." I think everyone has their own sweet and sour life experiences and their own proud works, so I want to build a club space to encourage everyone.
The second feeling after listening to Moonlit Night on the Spring River
Listening to Moonlit Night on the Spring River
turned the heart into a butterfly, and it floated from ancient times.
suddenly, I stopped my wings and lingered beside the bell and drum tower on the riverside.
Jiang Xin was thinking about the waves, and before listening to them carefully, a drum that could cut through the years came from a distance, rolling in and rolling away.
that drum sound, like an old man rushing off, is catching the bus of life, but it opens the curtain for the eternal farewell.
Under the moon, a man sat by the river with his pipa in his arms, his slender fingers sliding on the strings, leaving a note rippling on the river, and the flowing water was gentle.
by the river, there is a woman with a light sand belt dancing with the sound, sometimes light and sometimes dignified. When I am happy, I feel like YAN in spring, and when I am sad, I feel more sad than happy.
how can you not mourn, how can you not mourn? Parting is just around the corner, where will you go!
the river was also moved by it, and I heard the sadness and saw tears in my eyes.
when the moon falls on the river, everything is drunk. Xuanxie, stone, pine, willow, flower, grass, completely silent, drunk! Let this special feeling stretch into a fairy tale climbing the fence, and wait for thousands of years to repeat in the wind without injury or sorrow, how about it?
as the music intensifies, the women dance.
by wangjiang, water and sky are all the same, there is a moon in the river, and there is water in the moon, which is full of wonder and infatuation —————
For a long time, a boat coming back from the river seems to descend from the Milky Way, so leisurely. The boatman and the boatwoman sang the fishing songs in the sky, which made people envy.
The man on the boat stopped the music, and the woman stopped dancing and stared and sighed.
The fisherman's song fades away, and the flute disappears in the silence of the night.