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Chapter 52 I would also like to write beautiful love poems

"Mr. Huang, is there nothing else to do this afternoon besides preparing dinner?" Qiao Yi went to the kitchen to look around, and found that there were enough ingredients for the evening, so he asked when he returned to the pavilion.

Huang Lei thought for a while, then smiled: "It's true."

"Then Teacher Huang, can I discuss something with you?" Qiao Yi said with a smile, a little nervous.

"what's up?"

"Isn't Zifeng learning film photography? I want to set up a simple darkroom in our mushroom house, and everything should be almost here."

Huang Lei was amused when he heard it: "Okay, Xiao Yi, have you ever played in the darkroom?"

Huang Lei came from the era of film, so he naturally had contact with darkrooms.

"Well, it's a little bit better. But now there's another problem. I originally wanted to set up a small space in the tool compartment, but I just checked and found that there is no place to connect to water. It may temporarily occupy the bathroom."

"Just put it away after you finish it." Huang Lei said indifferently.

Qiao Yi nodded.

After a while, a message came on the phone that the things had arrived at the entrance of the village.

"Little Ma, you can just drive to the Mushroom House." Qiao Yi called the assistant Xiao Ma, who naturally asked him to buy and deliver the things.

"Sister, follow me to the door to get some good things." After a while, Qiao Yi got up when he heard the sound of a car outside, and waved to Zhang Zifeng who was washing vegetables with Li Xiaoran.

After thinking for a while, he called Peng Peng up again.

"Brother, what is this?" After getting out, Zhang Zifeng looked at the opened trunk curiously.

"Of course it's a good thing." Qiao Yi took out the small one and stuffed it into her hand.

"Safety light? Brother, are you going to make me a darkroom?" Zhang Zifeng saw the words on the box, and immediately realized it, looking at Qiao Yi in surprise.

"That's right, didn't I promise you before that I would build you a darkroom? It just so happened that there were not many things to do today, so I asked my assistant to buy the things back. Peng Peng, you take these two in first, and then put them away." Just go to the door of the bathroom on the second floor." Qiao Yi gave Peng Peng the photo paper and plastic basin.

"Brother, thank you!" Zhang Zifeng was more than pleasantly surprised, looking at the safety light in his hand and the things in the trunk, his eyes were shining.

"It's okay, you have to take it."

"Yeah!" Zhang Zifeng bounced all the way back.

It turned out that I reported the good news to Huang Lei and He Jiong in the yard: "Teacher Huang, Teacher He, my brother wants to make a darkroom for me!"

The two elders of the Mushroom House, as well as Li Xiaoran and Pan Yueming who were guests, all came out to watch after hearing the words.

"Xiao Yi, where did you buy all these things?" He Jiong looked at the box that Qiao Yi carried up, and couldn't help asking.

"My assistant is in Hangzhou, so I asked them to go to a store that specializes in selling these things."

"Xiaoyi, if you do this, our mushroom house feels like it has been upgraded again." He Jiong thought that the mushroom house actually had such a thing as a darkroom, which was unexpected.

After everything was taken down, the pony left again.

"Xiao Yi, do you need my help?" Huang Lei was also eager to try.

"Mr. Huang, wait for my sister and I to do some research first, and then I'll ask you to come out if it doesn't work." Qiao Yi waved his hand, and then went up with his sister.

About an hour later, Qiao Yi came out alone.

"Brother, is it finished? Can I go in and have a look?" Peng Peng was never so curious about the upstairs bathroom.

Qiao Yi smiled: "How about you go and ask?"

The kid Peng Peng couldn't understand the meaning of Qiao Yi's words, so he went up to ask with anticipation.

"Could it be that he was driven out by his sister?" He Jiong glanced at Qiao Yi who silently came over to help wash the vegetables, and joked with a smile.

"That's not possible. Our Zifeng is smart. I only did it once, and she has already learned it. And the color and so on are better than mine." Qiao Yi said with a hurt face.

Speaking of which, Qiao Yi is not very sensitive to colors.

Anyway, when I was in school, I was tested for color weakness, but basically it didn't affect my life, but the color perception was a little worse.

For example, it can be difficult to tell the shade of lipstick.

"Don't let me in!" Soon Peng Peng came down and said with a heartless smile.

After that, the two brothers, Pan Yueming and He Jiong wanted to do some work, but they were all snatched away by Li Xiaoran, with a look of disdain for the four men's inability to do the work.

"Okay, I'm going to play guitar."

Qiao Yi saw that there was absolutely no place to start, and there was not much work to do, so he took out the guitar from the house, sat in the pavilion, facing the sunset, and played the guitar quietly.

"A new song, I would also like to write a beautiful love poem and give it to everyone!"

Qiao Yi just recorded a few songs a few days ago, and they will release them after recording the show. It's fine right now, so I just took it out for them to listen to.

"Good!" He Jiong was always the first to applaud.

Qiao Yi sat on the chair, with the strap newly given by Li Xiaoran slung over his shoulder. He pressed the strings with his left hand and gently plucked them with his right hand. When the sound of the piano started, he pulled it down with a low thumb, and then slowly picked up.

"Huh? It's a good prelude." Huang Lei moved his ears after listening to it twice.

After about 20 seconds of prelude, Qiao Yi finally spoke:
"I would also like to write beautiful love poems,

Like living in the sunset,
Like driving to the countryside in late autumn,

A deep alley in the rain..."

Very poetic lyrics, each of the last three sentences is a further elaboration of the first sentence, from which one can find the imagery that suits the artistic conception.

Qiao Yi's singing style has changed a bit from the previous singing style, especially the first sentence, which is almost in vain.

I prefer Li Zongsheng's singing.

"For example, let all the beautiful flowering
Forget about seasons and places

met on the same morning..."

That kind of huge beauty that kneads all the spring into one morning, blows into my face, the picture is there, the fragrance is there.

Li Xiaoran also put down the bowl in his hand that seemed to be unable to be cleaned no matter how hard he washed it. He turned to look at Qiao Yi who was singing to himself in the pavilion. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Chinese songs are different from foreign songs. The Chinese people rooted in the Chinese cultural context always put the beauty of the lyrics first. After that, it is the music and other things.

"Or reedy sandbanks
hold a narrow boat
like clothes that the world forgets
Like a swamp billions of years ago

deep valley
Direct sunlight..."

More and more like a poem.

Moreover, from the beginning to the end, Qiao Yi sang in a low voice, without too many ups and downs like showing off skills, but sang into the hearts of the people, and the few people who heard the singing were also very quiet.

Qiao Yi just sang like this, without noticing that Zhang Zifeng came out of the room at some point.

"For example, borrowing the sixteen moons in the night sky of the early Tang Dynasty
string a necklace

Give you your first dream when you were 16 years old
For example, I happened to meet you

La... la la..."

A song is over soon.

clap clap clap...

A few applause also rang out.

"Qiao Yi, why am I listening? Your song contains many allusions from ancient poems?" Pan Yueming asked with a smile.

Qiao Yi nodded: "This is originally a poem. I read ancient poems and wrote it when I was in school, especially Tang poems. I was thinking about writing a tune some time ago. How about it? Does it sound okay?"

"Great!" Pan Yue said clearly and concisely.

"Xiao Yi, this song is so good. There is a kind of throwing people back to ancient times, even back to the time when there was no life on the earth!" He Jiong savored the lyrics and said with emotion.

"Brother, what do you mean by sixteen moons? I've only heard ten suns." Peng Peng sat aside and suddenly asked.

He Jiong was also a little curious when he heard Peng Peng's question.

Together with Zhang Zifeng who came over, they also looked at Qiao Yi like a good baby.

"You all know "Moonlight Night on the Spring River"? In this poem, including the verses, there are sixteen times the word moon, so I used sixteen moons to pay tribute to this poem that can cover the whole Tang Dynasty alone. ..." Qiao Yi suddenly became interested, and wanted to talk about Zhang Ruoxu's "Moonlight Night on the Spring River".

"Okay, okay, let's go! Who wants to hear you showing off your common sense here!" He Jiong didn't finish listening, so he got up and left.

"..."

(End of this chapter)