On blind people playing the piano in middle school Chinese textbooks

Shi Tiesheng

There are two blind people walking in the vast gray mountains, one old and one young, one tandem, two tops.

The hair of the black straw hat fluctuates and comes and goes in a hurry, like a restless river drifting.

Flow. It doesn't matter where you come from or where you go. Everyone is holding a lyre and telling stories.

Make a living.

Hundreds of miles away in this mountain in Fiona Fang, there are many peaks and valleys, but few people.

After only one day's walk, you will see an open field with several villages. A pair of mountains will fly up in the weeds at any time.

Chickens, rabbits, foxes or other small beasts jump out. Eagles often hover in the valley.

There is no shadow in the silent mountain, and the sun is burning.

"Hold three black boys in your hands," the old blind man shouted, echoing in the mountains.

"I have it in my hand." The little blind man replied.

"Worry about three black boy was wet with sweat. Play ribs when you get wet at night? "

"I have it in my hand."

Young and old are all shirtless, each holding a stick to explore the road. Coarse cloth wrapped around the waist

The jacket was soaked with sweat. The fallen loess is suffocating. It's just a story.

Peak season. Tianchang, the villagers don't stay at home after dinner; Some people don't even eat dinner.

Eat at home, take a bowl to the side of the road, or go to the yard. The old blind man wanted to tell more books,

Throughout the hot season, I led the little blind man from village to village, chatting night to night. old

The blind man is getting more nervous and excited every day. He knows in his heart that the day of breaking a thousand strings is just around the corner.

Summer is here, maybe in the wild sheep's depression ahead.

The sun, which had been grumpy all day, calmed down and the light began to become deep.

The cicada singing near and far has also eased a lot.

"Boy! Can't you walk faster? " The old blind man shouted in front, without turning back or slowing down.

Footsteps.

The little blind man ran a few steps, and a big bag hanging on his ass jingled away from the old man.

The blind man is still a few feet away.

"Wild pigeons are flying into the nest."

"What?" The little blind man took a few more steps.

"I said that the wild pigeons have returned to their nests, so don't go!"

"Oh."

"You are fiddling with my electric box again."

"alas! The ghost is moving. "

"That earphone is going to break you."

"The ghost is moving!"

The old blind man laughed and said, How many days did your boy live? "I can hear ants fighting," said the old man.

The blind man said.

The little blind man stopped arguing, quietly stuffed the earphone into his satchel and followed the master stiffly.

Walk dully. Endless boring road.

After walking for a while, the little blind man heard a badger gnawing crops in the field and tried to bark like a dog.

The badger rolled and crawled away. He felt a little happy and hummed a few tunes.

Brother and sister's. The master wouldn't let him have a dog, and he was afraid of being bullied by the dogs in the village, and he was also afraid of being bullied.

Other people's dogs missed the business. After walking for a while, the little blind man heard a snake not far away.

Swim, bend down and touch a stone, cut it down, "Hua!" " A sorghum leaf rang. Old shrimp

Have a little pity on him, stop and wait for him.

"All snakes except badgers," said the little blind man quickly, fearing that his master would scold him.

"With farmland, it is not far away." The old blind man handed his apprentice a kettle.

"People who do our business are always walking," the old blind man said again. "Are you tired?"

The little blind man didn't answer, knowing that the master hated him for being tired.

"My master just cause? It's you, touts, who wronged you and ran around-in this life, we are here.

Not enough 1000 strings. "

Hearing that Master was in a good mood, the little blind man asked, "What is a green chair?"

"What? Oh, it must be a chair. "

"What about the winding oil wolf (veranda)?"

"Oil Wolf? What oil wolf? "

"tortuous oil wolf."

I don't know.

"It's in the box."

"Do you like to listen to those things. What's the use of listening to those things? Beauty in the sun

There are so many things, what does it have to do with us? "

"I haven't heard you say anything that has anything to do with us." The little blind man said the word "yes"

It's heavy.

"Jean! Three black boys! Your father asked you to go with me, so that you can play three black boys well and learn from them.

Tell a story. "

The little blind man drank the water on purpose.

On the road again, the little blind man walked in front.

Mountain shadows spread out in the valley. The terrain is gradually flat and open.

At the end of the village, the old blind man stopped the little blind man and found one at the foot of the shady mountain.

Koizumi's eyes welled up from the cracks in the stone and dripped down, forming a small depression the size of a washbasin.

Weeds grow luxuriantly around, and when water flows out for tens of meters, it is sucked up by thirsty land.

"Come and wash your smelly sweat."

The little blind man pushed aside the weeds and squatted by the puddle, still thinking about the "tortuous oil wolf".

"All washed up. You must look like a little beggar. "

"So you're not an old beggar?" The little blind man put his hand into the water and giggled.

The old blind man smiled and threw water on his face with his hand. "But we are not beggars, we

Have a craft. "

"We seem to have been to this place." The little blind man listened to what was going on around him.

"But your mind is not always learning. You are too savage. Don't say anything to the old man.

Don't listen. "

"We must have been here."

"Don't interrupt! Your three-string bullet is still far away. Our life depends on these strings.

Actually, that's what my master told me. "

The spring water is cold. The little blind man's brother and sister are humming.

The old blind man was quite angry: "Did you hear what I said?"

"My life is tied to these strings, as your master and I touts said. I heard about 800.

All over. Your master left you a prescription, and you have to break a thousand strings to catch it.

After handing in the medicine, you can read it after eating it. I've heard you say it a thousand times. "

"You don't believe it?"

The little blind man didn't answer directly and said, "Why do you have to break a thousand strings to catch it?"

What about the medical expenses? "

"That's YaoYinZi. Smart guy, you have to have a drug primer to take medicine! "

"A thousand broken strings are not easy to handle?" The little blind man couldn't help laughing before.

"What a smile! How much do you think you know? Really a broken talent

All right. "

The little blind man was silent. He heard that Master was going to be angry again. Always like this, master Rong

There is no doubt about it.

The old blind man didn't say anything, just a little excited. He put his hand on his knee and two bones.

The same eyes are facing the sky, as if remembering those broken strings one by one. Looking forward to it

How many years have passed, the old blind man thought, and I have been looking forward to it for fifty years! How many mountains have you climbed in fifty years? Let's leave now.

How many miles I walked, how many times I basked in the sun, how many times I was frozen, and how many grievances I suffered.

After playing night after night, I always remember that I really did my best one by one.

It only works if it bounces off. I'm looking forward to it now, and I'll never get out this summer. The old blind man knows himself.

Nothing fatal, it is not a problem to live through this summer. "I am better than my teacher.

Fortunately, "he said," my master didn't open his eyes once when he came. "

"Cough! I know where this place is! " The little blind man suddenly cried.

The old blind man moved, grabbed his piano and shook it. The folded paper touched the snake.

There is a slight noise on the skin, and the prescription is in the piano groove.

"Master, isn't this Yeyangling?" Asked the little blind man.

The old blind man ignored him and recognized that the boy was unstable again.

"The wild sheep's nest is just ahead, right, master?"

"Son, come and help me wipe my back," said the old blind man, bending his bow-like back towards him.

"Is it the Wild Sheep Cave, Master?"

"yes! Why? Stop acting like a cat. "

The little blind man thumped in his heart and honestly wiped his back. The old blind man felt him.

Very impressive.

"What's wrong with wild sheep depression? Stop barking like a donkey. "

The little blind man was guilty and didn't say anything to keep himself excited.

"What do you want? Don't think I don't know what you think. "

"What's the matter, me?"

"What's the matter with you? Were you crazy enough last time you were here? What good goods is that Nizi! " old

The blind man thought, maybe he shouldn't be taken to Yang Ye Depression again. But Yeyanggao is a big village, Nian.

Business here is good every year, and you can speak for more than half a month. The old blind man hoped that he could capture the last few photos at once.

A rope.

The little blind man was muttering to himself, but his heart was trembling, thinking about the squeal of the wild sheep.

Angry young man.

"Listen to me, it won't hurt you," said the old blind man. "That's not reliable."

"What is it?"

"Little loquacious with me. You know what I'm talking about. "

"I haven't heard what you said is reliable." The little blind man laughed secretly again.

The old blind man ignored him and looked at heaven with skinny eyes. There, the sun is becoming

A mouthful of blood.

The backs on both sides are mountain-like yellow brown. An ancient bony mountain.

Bare cornerstone under the root. The other one is young. The old blind man is seventy years old, and the little blind man is only seventeen.

When the little blind man was fourteen, his father sent him to the old blind man so that he could study books.

I have a skill in my life; You can live alone in the world in the future.

The old blind man has been telling stories for more than fifty years. People are on this remote and desolate mountain.

Everyone knows him: his hair turns gray day by day, he carries a camel day by day, and he carries a lyre every month.

Traveling all over the world, wherever I am willing to pay, I will pluck the strings and sing to the lonely mountain all night.

Villages bring joy. It often begins with the words: "Since Pangu divided heaven and earth, three emperors and five emperors have arrived."

Today, the king has a way to protect the world, but the king has no way to harm the people. Play the lyre gently and stop slowly.

In terms of songs, there are 3,700 songs, and I don't know which one is touching. "So listen to the book all cried.

Come on, the old man wants to hear Yong Dong sell his body to bury his father, the young man wants to hear Wu Erlang's night trip to centipede ridge, and the women want to.

Listen to Qin Xianglian. This is the most contented moment for the old blind man, forgetting all the fatigue and loneliness in his heart.

However, I soon took a few sips of water, and when everyone was clamoring, I pulled the string tightly for a while.

Sing: "Don't sing others today, just watch my son Luo Cheng." Or: "Tea also drinks cigarettes."

He also sang Meng Jiangnv who cried down the Great Wall. "All of a sudden silence, only the old blind man talking.

Listen attentively to what you say in the book.

He will. There are countless old books. He also has an electric box, and it is said that he spent a lot of money from one.

A foreigner bought it in order to learn some new words and write some new songs. In fact, people in the mountains will fall.

I don't care much about what he says and sings. Everyone praised his delicate and gentle three-stringed piano.

Diffuse, fluttering, crazy, there are sun and moon in the sky, and there is life on the ground.

Spirit. The voice of the old blind man can learn all the voices in the world, men and women, windy and rainy,

Animals cry and birds sing. I wonder what he can see in his head. He was born blind.

Never seen this world.

Little blind man has seen the world, but it's only been three years, and he was still ignorant at that time. He told the story.

Besides, he is not interested in playing the piano. When his father sent him here, he tried his best to talk about it.

In the end, it was the electric box that kept him. He was fascinated by the electric box,

I didn't even realize when my father left.

This magical box will always fascinate him. Distant places and strange things make him

He is full of fantasy, with three years of hazy memory, supplemented the colors and images of everything, such as

The sea, the box says the blue sky is like the sea. He remembers the blue sky, so he imagines going out to sea. Box theory

The sea is boundless water. He remembers the water in the pot, so he imagines the water pots arranged all over the sky.

Another example is a beautiful girl. The box says it looks like a blooming flower. He really doesn't believe it.

Well, when mother's coffin was carried to the distant mountain, wild flowers were blooming on the road, and he

Always remember but never think about it. But he is willing to think of girls, more and more willing to think; special

It's the squeal young man in Yang Ye's Depression who always makes waves in his heart. Until one o'clock

Back in the box, he sang a song "Girls' eyes are like the sun", and then he found an appropriate one.

Image, thinking of his mother coming to him in the red sunset, in fact, everyone is one.

Guess the infinite unknown according to your own knowledge, and sketch the world with your own feelings. everybody

The world is different.

There are always some things that little blind people can't imagine, such as "winding oil wolf"

That night, the little blind man followed his master in the wild sheep depression and heard the young man standing.

Not far from him, screaming and joking. The book just hit the nail on the head-"McCullough returned to the horse to fight again,

Bold, Su Dingfang and dispatch troops. Su Lie's broadsword is like running water, his gun is like a cloud, and his dragon is hanging in the sea.

Treasure is like a tiger fighting for the forest in the deep mountains. After seven days and seven nights of war, Luo Chengcha never left his mouth ... "Old blind man.

The child plays the piano like a storm and sings sonorous words. The little blind man is full of energy, with his head in his hands.

There's a lot of confusion down there. ...

There is a small temple on Yeyangling, two miles away from Yeyanggao Village, where master and apprentice live.

Go down. The stone courtyard wall has been broken, and several small halls are tilted to holes.

Only the middle room can shelter from the wind and rain, probably because this room is still dedicated to the gods.

The three clay sculptures have already faded all the earthly ornaments and restored their original colors. admit

You can't tell Buddha from Tao. Outside the courtyard, the roof and walls are covered with wild vines and weeds, some of which are lush.

Anger.

Every time the old blind man goes back to Ye Yangao to tell stories, he lives here, without paying the room fee or causing trouble. Xiaoxiazi

This is the second time that Zi has lived here.

The books are scattered and it's getting late. The old blind man is packing in the main hall, and the little blind man is on the eaves of the side hall.

Make a fire and boil water. The stove made last year can be used with a little trimming. The little blind man blew the fire on his ass,

The straw didn't work, making him cough all over the yard.

The old blind man counted him in the main hall: "I see what you have."

"The firewood is wet."

"I didn't say that. I am talking about your piano. What did you play tonight? "

Little blind man dare not take this conversation. He took a few breaths and knelt by the kitchen fire, bulging his cheeks.

The child blows very hard. "If you don't want to do this, I will send a message to your father to bring you back as soon as possible.

It's no good fighting with cats and dogs all the time. You are going to make trouble at home. "

The little blind man coughed and jumped out of the kitchen fire. He jumped to the other side of the yard without walking a few steps, screaming.

Exhale and scold.

"What are you talking about?"

"I scold this fire."

"Did you blow the fire like that?"

"Then how to blow?"

"How to blow? Hum, "the old blind man paused, then said," consider this stove Nani's fire.

Son's face! "

Afraid to answer again, the little blind man knelt in front of the stove fire and blew it again, thinking, really, I don't know.

What is Lan Xiuer's face like? The squeaky little girl is called Lan Xiuer.

"If that's Steve's face, I think you can blow it without teaching you." The old blind man said.

The little blind man smiled, and the more he laughed, the more he coughed.

"What are you laughing at!"

"Did you blow Nizi's face?"

The old blind man couldn't speak for a moment. The little blind man sat on the ground and laughed. "Damn it." The old blind man scolded

Tao smiled, then changed his face and stopped talking.

There was a bang in the oven and the fire suddenly burst into flames. The little blind man went to add firewood again, thinking of Lan Xiuer.

As soon as the book was scattered, Lan Xiuer squeezed in front of him and whispered, "Hey, last time you

Promise me what to come? "The teacher is nearby, and he dare not reply. The crowd crowded around for a while.

The son squeezed Lan Xiuer to the side again. "Hey, did you eat boiled eggs for nothing last time?"

Lan Xiuer said that her voice was louder than last time. At this time, Master was busy chatting with some old people, so he rushed over.

Immediately said, "Shh-I remember." Lan Xiuer lowered her voice again: "You promised to give it to me.

You haven't heard the box yet. "shh-I remember. "Fortunately, I entered the voice at that time.

Noisy.

There was no movement in the hall for a long time. After that, the piano rang and the old blind man played another song.

New string. He should be very happy. On his first night in Yeyanggao, he broke another string.

But the sound of the piano is low and chaotic.

The little blind man gradually recognized the wrong sound of the piano and shouted in the yard, "The water is boiling, master."

No one answered. The sound of the piano was tight for a while.

The little blind man brought in a pot of hot water and put it in front of the master. He deliberately smiled and said:

"What do you want to break again tonight?"

The old blind man didn't hear it, and now his past is in his heart, and the piano is restless.

Like the wind and rain in the wilderness every year, like a stream in the valley day and night, like running around.

The pace of return. The little blind man was a little scared: master hasn't done this for a long time, and as soon as master does this,

I'm going to get sick, have a headache, feel sad and ache all over, and I can't climb on the kang for months.

"Master, please wash your feet first."

The piano has been playing.

"Master, you should wash your feet." The little blind man's voice trembled.

The piano has been playing.

"Master!"

The piano came to a screeching halt and the old blind man sighed. The little blind man was relieved.

The old blind man washes his feet, and the little blind man sits beside him.

"Go to sleep," said the old blind man. "I'm tired enough today."

"What about you?"

"You sleep first, I have to soak my feet. There are many problems when people are old. " The old blind man deliberately

That's easy to say.

"I'll wait for you to sleep together."

The mountains are quiet at night. The grass on the wall rings at the slightest wind. Night owls wail in the distance.

Call. I can hear the occasional barking of dogs in the wild sheep farm, which makes the children cry again. The moon rises,

White light entered the temple through the broken window lattice and saw two blind people and three statues.

"Why wait for me? It's getting late. "

"Don't worry about me, I'm nothing." The old blind man said again.

"Did you hear that, son?"

The little blind man is young after all and has fallen asleep. The old blind man pushed him to lie down, mumbling.

Yelled a few words and fell asleep. When the old blind man covered him with a quilt, he felt it in his growing muscles.

Besides, when the child is old, he can't get through thinking about those things. Alas,

No one can replace anyone in this matter.