The star who is too difficult to get out of the village

Chapter 27 The Shock of Pipa Xing
Here Yang Jie is communicating with the system, while Huang Sen has brought rice paper from the house and spread it on the table.

"Mr. Huang, isn't this paper too small?" Yang Jie looked at it and said.

"It's too small to open three feet? How many characters do you have to write?" Huang Sen said in surprise.

"Um, I don't know. I just thought about it in my heart before, but I didn't write it out. But I think at least six feet of rice paper is enough." This is Yang Jie's pure pretense.I used to memorize texts to death, how could I not know how many words, saying this is just to show that I want to write now.

"That's fine, I'll change it for you. We have all the things here, and we have all kinds of styles. Six feet, right, wait."

The size of the six-foot wide open is 180*97, which is enough to write six hundred small characters.My own calligraphy skills are only elementary, and it is not easy to show timidity when writing small dots.

The rice paper was spread out, and Qi Lan took the initiative to grind the ink.The more I get in touch with Qi Lan, the more I feel that I made the right choice.In her eyes, Yang Jie is really excellent, maybe he can develop further.

Others also gathered together to see what kind of poems could match the song just now.

After the ink was finished and the paper was pressed down with a ruler, Yang Jie first wrote down the words "Pipa Xing".

Xunyang River head night to see guests off, maple leaf digi flowers autumn surging.

The owner disembarked from the boat, drinking wine without restraint.

Huang Qing followed the poems written by Yang Jie, and unconsciously read them out.But this is written from a male perspective, and Huang Qing's female voice reads it a little less.He Quan took over the task of reciting poems without hesitation.

"Mr. Wang, let's play the song that Xiaojie played on the pipa just now, to add a little more feeling." Huang Sen suggested to the program group.

"it is good."

At this time, Yang Jie wrote down a few more sentences in one breath.

Drunken can't be happily farewell, and then the vast river floods.

Suddenly heard the sound of pipa on the water, the host forgot to return.

Xunsheng secretly asked who was playing, but the sound of the pipa stopped.

Move the boat to invite to meet each other, add wine and return to the light to reopen the banquet.

After all the calls came out, he still hugged the pipa and covered his face.

"Xiaojie's poem is not bad. It expresses the reluctance of friends when they leave, laments the regret of drinking farewell wine without music, and then introduces the singing girl to the stage. Everything is so logical. This poem is really It's above the standard. Could it be that the following is for the singer to play the repertoire?" Huang Sen has a certain level of appreciation, and he immediately realized the artistic conception in the poem.

"That's right, even when the Pipa girl appeared on the stage, she was written in a beautiful and moving way. She came out with a half-covered face after a thousand calls, not to say that the Pipa girl wanted to raise her status, but to express the urgency in the hearts of the two who are about to leave. It is indeed written. That's good." He Quan is also a cultural person, who can easily understand the meaning of the poem.

Yang Jie didn't make a sound, he was concentrating on writing the second part of the track.

The revolving shaft plucks the strings three or two times, and there is love before it becomes a tune.

Yanxian concealed his voice and thought, as if he could not live up to his life.

The low-eyebrow letter procedure continued, saying everything in my mind.

Lightly gather, slowly rub, wipe and pick again. At first, it was the sixth year after the neon clothes.

The big strings are like a rain, and the small strings are cut like a whisper.

Cut the wrong bullets, and the big beads are falling into the jade plate.

Between Guan Yingyu, the bottom of the flower is slippery, and it is difficult to swim under the ice.

Bingquan's cold string is condensed, and the condensing is silent for a while.

Don't have the sadness and hatred, silence is better than sound.

The silver bottle burst into water, and the iron cavalry protruded and shot.

At the end of the song, take care to draw, the sound of the four strings is like cracking silk.

The east boat and the west boat were silent, only seeing Jiang Xin Qiuyue white.

Accompanied by the playing of pipa and vocal music, it seems that the image of a technician with superb skills stands out in front of everyone, expressing the disappointment in the heart.

He Quan's voice, accompanied by the increasingly urgent sound of the pipa, easily brought everyone into the scene at that time.It shocks the nerves of the audience visually and aurally.The good sentence "Don't have sorrow, dark hatred, and silence is better than sound at this time." It vividly depicts the audience's yearning for the sound of the piano, and depicts the realm of lingering sound and endless meaning, which is not only amazing.

Then the music condensed and stopped, like the spring water freezing, it was slow and cut off.At this time, people feel that there is another kind of deep melancholy and regret; the silent situation at this time is better than sound.Soon the string sound popped out suddenly, just like a silver bottle bursting suddenly and water slurry splashing everywhere.It was like a cavalry rushing out suddenly, and there was a sound of knives and guns.Although the song ends, the soul-stirring and soul-stirring charm has not disappeared, leaving a vast room for thinking about it.

The characteristic of Pipa Xing is that it is long. At the beginning, which student didn't memorize it to death and couldn't remember it. This is only half of it, and it's still early.Yang Jie took a little distance to continue writing the third paragraph.

He pondered and put it in the plucking and plucking strings, tidying up his clothes and restraining his appearance.

She said she was a girl from Beijing, and her family lived under Xima Mausoleum.

Thirteen learns to become a pipa, the name belongs to the first part of Jiaofang.

Qu Ba often taught good people to wear clothes, and made up so that Qiu Niang was jealous every time.

Wuling was young and struggling with his head, and there was an unknown number of red ribbons.

Tin's head is broken by a cloud grate, and the bloody skirt is stained with wine.

Laugh again this year and next year, the autumn moon and spring breeze wait for leisure.

The younger brother went to join the army and the auntie died.

The door was left in the cold, and the boss married as a merchant's wife.

Merchants prioritize profit and farewell, and go to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.

Go to the Laijiang Estuary to guard the empty boat and circle the boat on the moonlight river.

In the middle of the night, I suddenly dream of juvenile things, crying makeup and tears.

This paragraph just tells about the life experience of Pipa girl.This is the case with Yuefu poems. Each capital is a story that can be played, sung and told, which is why it is difficult to write Yuefu poems.

This paragraph deeply reflects the tragic fate of musicians and entertainers who were insulted and hurt in feudal society.This passage also made everyone present empathize.They are all entertainers, and if you think about it in their shoes, at that time in Yang Jieshi's poems, their fate would not be much better than that of the pipa girl in it.

Thinking of this, they are not only grateful that their motherland is strong, and no foreign enemies dare to invade.Thanks to the current harmonious society, it is possible for them to have such a free and beautiful life.

I have to say that the complementarity of music and lyrics is too powerful.It's totally addictive.

I sighed when I heard the pipa, and then I sighed again.

The same people from the end of the world, why do they know each other when they meet.

Last year, I resigned from the imperial capital and lived in Xunyang City, where I was ill.

There is no music in the secluded land of Xunyang, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all the year round.

Living near the Huanjiang River, the land is low-humidity, and bitter bamboo grows around the house in Huanglu.

In the meantime, when I hear something in the evening, the cuckoo sings and the blood ape wailes.

The spring river flowers toward the autumn moonlit night, often drinking wine alone.

Are there no folk songs and village flutes?Vomit hoarse mocking embarrassing.

Hearing your pipa language tonight is like listening to Xianle's ears.

Mo Ci even sat and played a song, and translated it into a pipa walk for you.

I feel that I have been standing for a long time when I said this, but I sat down and turned the strings quickly.

The desolate sound is not like a forward sound, and the whole audience is covered in tears.

Whoever weeps the most in the seat, Sima of Jiangzhou's green shirt is wet.

The whole poem is over.

After reading the complete poem, Huang Sen not only sighed loudly: "Okay, just with this poem, Xiaojie, you can join the Huaxia Poetry Association. It feels right, I happen to know the president of the Poetry Association, Li Old man, just wait for me to recommend you to him. It is estimated that seeing this Yuefu poem, Old Man Li will be able to smile crookedly."

Huang Sen is also a person who handles errands, so he took out his mobile phone and chose a video call to make a call.There should be no rest over there, and it was connected immediately.

"Hey, Mr. Li is me, Huang Sen. Haven't you rested yet?" Huang Sen greeted first.

"I know, I'm old, I don't sleep that much, so if you have anything to do with Komori, just tell me." An old man in his 70s on the opposite side said.

Hearing the name of the old man, everyone wanted to laugh. In the entertainment industry, there are really not many people who can call Huang Sen Xiaosenzi.As a teacher of Jingdian, Huang Sen usually called others that.Where did everyone see others talking to him in such a tone of calling him a junior?

Huang Sen rolled his eyes and said, "Mr. Li, this time I'm here to recommend you a good seedling in poetry."

"You must be a good seedling. I have recommended a few in the past few years. What are they? I asked him to compose a poem on the spot, and he couldn't fart for a long time. I guess the previous ones were okay. I don’t know how I got the poems, but I sent them all away. This time you recommend something like this, be careful and I’ll go to your house to find you.” Mr. Li said bluntly.

Hearing this, Huang Sen was also ashamed. Those few were indeed hasty. Afterwards, he personally cooked several meals before saying that the old man's mood calmed down, but after all, he had a criminal record. You can't go wrong this time.

Finally, I took photos of Yang Jie's "Picking Chrysanthemums Under the Eastern Fence" and the just-written "Pipa Xing" and sent them to them.

I have heard the pipa music performed by Yang Jie and saw the poems he wrote on the spot, and the people in Mushroom House did not ask him to perform other performances.These two things are enough to show Yang Jie's genius, which is beyond doubt.So the other instruments were moved back again.

After a round of talent shows, it was getting late, and everyone was going to wash up and go to bed.

But at this moment, Huang Sen's phone rang again.

Huang Sen took a look. It was Mr. Li, the president of the Poetry Association he had called just now.

"Hey……"

"Xiao Huang, where are the authors of the two poems you sent me just now? I want to see him!" After answering the phone, Mr. Li asked Huang Sen without waiting for him to speak.

"It's right next to me! Are we filming a show together?"

"What show is still filming now? That's fine. Let him call me back when he's free! Any night is fine!" Mr. Li is not unreasonable, knowing that other people have their own jobs, no matter how eager he is No unreasonable demands will be made.

"It's fine now, we've finished filming, and we're about to wash up and go to bed." Huang Sen could understand the urgency of a poetry lover after seeing these two poems.

"Okay, let that, that, yes, the author Yang Jie Yang answer the phone." Li Lao thought for a long time before he remembered that there was a poet's inscription behind the song "Pipa Xing".

Huang Sen didn't hesitate, and shouted directly to Yang Jie: "Xiaojie, Mr. Li wants to call you, come here quickly!"

"Oh!"

(End of this chapter)