I walked all the way along the river, from the gentle silence at first, to the turbulent rapids later, until the menacing here. Just like I met you.
That day, I sat alone in the gazebo and played the piano. You go boating by the stream, stop at the pavilion, lean on the boat and listen to me play the piano. I find it strange that this layman pretends to understand the elegance of this guqin, although he is a clown. I closed my eyes and put on Introduction to Good Night. At the end of the song, you simply said that although the song is good, it is not worthy of a good night, and this "Introduction to Good Night" also lacks charm. I smiled and thought that this rough man really knows guqin? At his request, my brother was drinking on the boat. At this time, although there was no bright moon at night, there was a bamboo pavilion, which was quiet and comfortable. Don't you deserve this "good night introduction"? Come on, I thought you were a gentleman who cares about the country and the people, but in fact you are just a pedant who only knows how peaceful you look. You got up angrily and ordered the boatman to return. I flew into a rage, and my brother used an Introduction to Good Night to conclude that I was a pedantic and ignorant person. Is it too one-sided? How can there be peace and prosperity in today's world? Treacherous court officials are in power, and the day is like night. This deep mountain beyond the control of imperial power is a beautiful bamboo pavilion that is undisturbed at the moment. Not worthy of this "good night introduction"?
? You finally stopped and went ashore to play the piano and drink with me. We don't ask the name and origin, just the world and this guqin. You worry about Du Fu's country and people, Li Bai's wild romance, Ruan Ji's wild unruly, Ji Kang's wild willfulness. Before you go, let me write you a song "Drunken". I think you are so drunk that you confuse Li Bai's poems with Du Fu's. On the green spring day, I sang loudly, drank heartily and began to go home. Give them to the boy in exchange for good wine, and the son will be sad forever. Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face. Who doesn't want to be seen with a sincere face? "
? And then for almost a month, you didn't show up. I sat alone in the mountains, playing the pipa, reflecting on the words and deeds of that day. Another day, I was sitting alone in the pavilion, and you came alone with wine. Asked why I didn't play the piano, I just laughed. Have a drink, you say to yourself, in my early years, I sat alone on the snowy mountain and played the piano. Except for the sound of the wind blowing pine and cypress snow, the mountain is very quiet. I don't know after playing the piano. I woke up to find footprints all the way behind me. I met my bosom friend. I asked him why he stopped playing the piano, but he just smiled.
? He hummed a song for me before he left. I asked him what music it was, and he said it was written by a former bosom friend, called "Snow Meets a bosom friend".
? After another month, I asked the boy to go down the mountain and buy a sharp axe to cut wood and make a piano. A few days ago, I found a buttonwood tree three feet three inches high in the mountains, which is very suitable for piano. I can learn from you if you come in a few days. The boy returned to the mountain with the news of the sharp axe and the reform of the court. I don't care, ask that boy to cut wood with me to make a piano.
? The piano face is ready. I sent the boy down the mountain to buy paint and ponytails. I took my old piano to sing in the pavilion, and it happened that you were sitting alone in the pavilion drinking. You seem to be in a good mood. Talk to me about current events and persuade me to join the WTO. I look at your high-spirited face and tell you that I cut down a buttonwood tree to make a piano. I think you are drunk again. You promised me that you would play a tune for me when Wu Tong's piano was ready.
For several days, the ponytail used to make strings actually gave birth to green spots. I decided to go down the mountain and buy a ponytail to make strings. The market is still bustling and full of people. Master, do you think the son sitting in the prison car knows us? The boy said in my ear, I looked at the road. Oh, my God, it's you. I hurried out, there were too many people watching, and you didn't find me on the prison car. I followed you all the way to the execution ground, you were kicked to your knees by the executioner, and you sang the song you sang to me that day. After singing, look at me and say, in troubled times, you don't meet your bosom friends. Only when there is pure land in the snowy area can there be a bright moon at night, a bosom friend in the mountains and a bosom friend in the running water. Say that finish, the executioner raised his sword and fell.
? Your head is hanging on the wall like a disorderly party. That night, the boy and I sneaked your bones back to the mountains. I asked the boy to cut off your hair for strings and burn your bones for piano paint. On the seventh day, the piano was finished. I gave most of my money to the boy to go home. I am looking for the snow-capped mountains in your mouth with my piano and wine alone.
? Entering the Tibetan area, I abandoned the boat and went up the mountain. One person and one piano. The only thing that keeps me going is the song in my mind. The world is vast, and there is only the sound of the wind and the flowing water of the Yarlung Zangbo River in my ears. I found the source of the river and a high place to sit on the violin.
? First, the lonely voice, then the anger when we first met, the madness after drinking, and then the depression and despair when we didn't meet our confidant. At the end of the song, my heart is empty. I can't break the piano like Boya, because this piano in my hand is all you have. I can't play the piano anymore. I can't stand hermits in troubled times.
? I jumped into the river with a harp. With the arrival of the distance, with the rushing river, you and I will be silent in this pure place. Snow water is sweet, just like the wine you often drink. This water is clean, just like your noble and upright spirit. The river soaked my hair, clothes and skin. The river pours into the nose and washes away the dirty air. I still hear that song in my mind, an unknown song I wrote for you.
? Anyway, the people who smell the piano are gone, so what's the use of keeping the music?
? The river has been flowing, raising thousands of Qian Qian people who live by the river. Qin and I indulged in the darkest place at the bottom of the river, unknown, as if we had never seen each other before.
? When the river floats, pluck the strings like an elegy.