He planted peonies in the Tang Dynasty

Day after day, when the morning drums are rumbling, chickens are screaming and dogs are jumping in Jixian Pavilion.Xu Kuo clacked the clapper, urging everyone to get up, Ye Nu hurriedly put on the white skirt and gown, He Lian just opened his eyes and went to see if his gold ingot was still there, Meng Yue always opened her eyes halfway The gauze robe sighs under the window.

Everyone washes in the water room, eats in the corridor, and walks to the winter courtyard. Along the way, the sounds of various musical instruments resound along with the non-stop sound of footsteps.The round benches in the yard are arranged like lotus seeds on a lotus pod, clustered together one by one.Han Changjun leaned on a cane, with one hand behind his back, and went back and forth between the winter and summer courtyards.

In the first month, old people practice left and right fingering as usual, while newcomers only learn two things, namely sitting posture and breathing.There was a distance of six feet between Ye Nu and He Lian, each with a jade bowl full of wine on their heads, and they sat facing each other with their old wooden pipas in their arms, and a candle was placed in the middle.

When you move your elbow, the golden bell will ring, and when you move your body, the wine on your head will be spilled. While sitting still, you must breathe evenly into the candle in the middle. The position of the candle must be upright and impartial. Straight in the center.

Other music classes are bitter, so it’s not like this. It’s just that Han Changjun trained his children to be unified, that is, the posture is correct and the tone is pure. According to his way, no matter whether you can play the pipa before, you must learn to calm down and calm down before learning music. As far as I am concerned, it is to be able to live.If you can't hold it, you have to pay a fine meal. If you hold it, you can drink that bowl of fine wine.

Ye Nu's body is weak and has no strength. At the beginning, he would fall into a mess every time he missed the hour. Fortunately, he didn't eat much, and he was hungry when he was hungry, so he could bear the punishment. Be ruthless, whether it is arm cramps, sweat in the eyes, or mosquito bites, all can keep the iron from moving.

That day, others were sitting on the porch drinking wine, Ye Nu saw the peach trees turning green, so he put down his empty rice bowl on a whim.Xu Kuo shouted: "What are you doing? Han Lezheng will be back soon." He Lian said: "He misses home."

Ye Nu climbed up the tree, picked off a leaf, sat under the branch and said humanely: "It's like this every day, and I should relieve my fatigue. I'll play Lingnan for you." A spring breeze.

Lingnan's tunes are lingering and gentle, with sentimental feather sounds as the main theme.Ye Nu was whistling, regretting the wayward words he said in front of Gu Yue that night, because of that sentence without thinking, he had to wait another month before he could send a letter to his parents.

"Which Farmer is blowing the peach tree leaves?" The sound of crutches leaning on the ground, gradually approaching, everyone moved out of the way, only to see Han Changjun walking slowly, stroking his beard and smiling, "It turns out that it is Mr. Su Xiaolang who is not afraid of hunger."

Ye Nu was startled, and fell down from the tree with a gulp, eating rocks and soil.Han Changjun asked: "Did you make up the tune yourself?" Ye Nu clenched the leaf in his hand and raised his face: "You made it up by yourself, it's not a tune."

Han Changjun smiled, sat down on the railing, and ordered Le Tong to say, "Go get my Yunlei Wuxian." Everyone drank and watched the fun, talking a lot, Ye Nu got up, pursed his lips, and quickly tore off the broken skin on the tip of his elbow go.

An exquisite small-leaf red sandalwood pipa came late. Its whole body is inlaid with mother-of-pearl patterns and its belly is decorated with thin slices of tortoiseshell. The back panel is inlaid with patterns of auspicious clouds.

Han Changjun picked up the lever and said: "This pipa originated from the Western Regions. Its sound is clear and full, like sprinkled with jade beads, bright and solid. It is not weak when it is weak, and it is not noisy when it is strong. It will monopolize the beauty when it is alone, and it will be united when it is combined. Come, come, You blow, I play."

Ye Nu's wound was aching, and he muttered to himself how the old man's clattering hands could play the tender southern tune, and a feather sound like water and song had already appeared in Han Changjun's arms.Ye Nu closed his eyes, and connected the peach tree leaves.

Ye's timbre is beautiful and bright, and pipa's timbre is like crystal beads gushing from a clear spring.Even though Han Changjun only uses the most basic fingering method, he still cherishes his nostalgia and leads Ye Nu to insert the melody into the fifth movement of Yu Tiao——Huang Zhong Tune.It was at this moment that Ye Nu truly accepted his teacher's kindness in his heart.

The song stopped, Han Changjun rubbed the strings, and said: "I know that you like to arrange the music by yourself, and you can use whatever you hear. It is very dangerous to wander in tune. Do you know how much energy these five strings in your hand will have in the future?"

Ye Nu took a few steps back and looked to the side, Xu Kuo shook his head blankly.Seeing this, Han Changjun smiled, and stopped talking: "Forget it, don't be self-willed in the future, the music must have its own tune." Ye Nu said: "I would like to follow Master's teaching."

This song, Ye Nu named it "Nan'an", but for some reason, from then on, He Lian looked at him with a little subtle hostility, not only worked harder than before, but also always blew fire on him, hurting him. He is punished.

On the contrary, Meng Yue often walked over at a leisurely pace and told him that the luck of an actor is to be able to escape the bitterness of earning a living. resonance.

Even so, Ye Nu is still homesick, and has been counting the days looking forward to the night of "Spring Lan's Home Secretary". He wants to tell Hua Nu, don't just know how to farm, but learn a few words from that scholar Qiaozi, otherwise he will be like himself. ...

That night, the moonlight shone on the flowers in the autumn courtyard, and the breath of spring drifted into every corner of Jixian Pavilion with the wind.Gu Yue arrived as scheduled, and brought several volumes of erotic palace, and also prepared a special volume for Ye Nu.

Seeing that Xu Kuo was going to withdraw money, Ye Nu took a deep breath and said, "Gu Lang write a letter for me." Gu Yue smiled and said, "It's just right, come with me, I have something to tell you. "Ye Nu's eyes lit up, and she quickly put on her clothes.

Gu Yue led Ye Nu to sit by the swing in the garden in the front yard, and took out an official letter stamped with Shaozhou government paint from his arms.Ye Nu opened his eyes: "What is this, I can't read." Gu Yue said, "I'll read it to you."

Because of the official road, according to the post delivery system of ten li, one house, five li, one hou, the letter of safety sent by the entrusted person at the beginning of the month, will be returned in the same month—"Eat more vegetables, cover the spring, work hard..."

Ye Nu became warmer as he listened, grabbed the letter and held it in his palm: "You sent the letter for me last month?" Gu Yue said, "You're being presumptuous." They can't read, how did they come back?!" Gu Yue said: "There seems to be a scholar named Qiaozi near your house." Ye Nu laughed: "You are a very bad person."

Gu Yue nodded immodestly, put down the spring basket in his hand, grabbed the rope of the swing, and shook it high: "Come on, the palace calls this Banxian Opera, I'll shake you."

A burst of sandalwood wafted by, and Ye Nu followed the swing up and down, leaning forward and backward, laughing more and more unreasonably. Looking back, Gu Yue's face was bathed in a soft silver light, his skin was like snow, and his lips were moist. Jiang Dan.

"Why do you treat me so well?" Ye Nu suddenly felt trembling, and stopped laughing, "Not only arranged for me to enter the music class of the master, but also used the official post road to deliver letters home for me, how can I repay you?"

Gu Yue said: "According to the usual practice, if you become famous, you have to buy me a mansion." Ye Nu: "Huh?" Gu Yue said: "I have eighteen mansions in Yongchangfang." Ye Nu: "Then I ……I……"

"Little brat, if I ask you to repay me, that's no different from a beast." Gu Yue loosened his hand and threw away the rope of the swing, "I'm here to make a living for the time being, but I just want to get a job, and it's not in vain for Shengshiru S."

"Those who can pass the exam are all from a scholarly family?" Ye Nu thought of Qiaozi in his hometown again. He is almost fifty now and has not been selected as a village tribute. Not to mention fame, even his wife ran away with others "Your home..."

Gu Yue said: "I'm from a scholarly family." Ye Nu chuckled, he was indeed from a family, really an outsider who worked in the Tai Le Department, but he just thought about it and didn't dare to say it.

Just at this time, the door of the Qiuyuan creaked, revealing a few bright lights and shadows.Ye Nu stood on the swing to look around, and saw a group of gorgeously dressed servants entering with glazed lanterns in their hands, surrounded by two musicians.

A man with moon-white hair wrapped in a silk crown, dressed in a red hakama pleated dress, with a clear smile, and bright phoenix eyes, looking closely at that fair and handsome face, one would be afraid to draw silk out of it even if one touched it with one's hand.

One is wearing big sleeves of silk cloth, a snake belt around the waist, and a leopard pattern embroidered on the wide trousers. Even if the eyes are closed when walking, the steps are still steady and light, like dancing under the moon.

Ye Nu has never seen such an extremely talented person with every frown and smile. In an instant, he even breathed with envy.Gu Yue said: "They are court dancers, Lin Zhenzhen and Lin Ye."

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Before the Tang Dynasty, holding the pipa horizontally or obliquely was the main posture for playing the pipa. In the Tang Dynasty, some performers changed their playing posture to holding the pipa vertically.

At that time, the two techniques of fingerpicking and plectrum playing were used alternately, and different plucking techniques expressed different emotions.It is recorded in Li Shen's "Sorrowful Talents": "Bringing the flowers to the golden wind should bear the dial, and turn the wrist to gather the strings to promote wiping." - Playing the pipa with your fingers was also called pinching the pipa at that time. "Old Tang Book Music History" records: "According to the old pipas are played with wooden plucks. The method of hand-playing began in Zhenguan, and the so-called pinch pipas are also known today." "Yuefu Miscellaneous Records" said: "Qin pipa has The two methods, playing with the prick and playing with the hands, are based on what people like."

There will be feudal dross in the next chapter, as well as the deputy CP of this article