About 5 words after reading "Wuxi Celebrity Story"

the waning moon is like a knife, and the night is like ink.

Sitting alone in the dark, erhu players isolate themselves from loneliness.

cold strings, thin people.

a pair of trembling hands-fingers like firewood, gently stroking the Hu string covered with tears. The ups and downs of life are condensed on two slender and soft strings, like spring water, gurgling and overflowing from the fingers.

two cold strings, along with the pulling hands, began to return to the tenderness of the spring water.

A bright and clean moon blanket, wrapped in faint brightness, covers the heart shrouded in darkness.

full of hatred and bitterness, they merged into a drop of tears and got into the jumping string flow. The moon, walking leisurely in the universe, accidentally tripped, slipped over the string and quietly knocked on the eardrum of the blind.

Wandering alone, the Yue Quan of life is surging at your feet and stirring in your listening heart.

As the sun sets, ordinary lanes and alleys, with bloody hearts, open the boundless night and sound the long-forgotten vicissitudes.

The hope that once withered, under the constant friction of moonlight, is ignited again. The night is empty, and the dawn will always pierce this thin veil.

three folds and 1% discount, one song is over. Time goes by like a dream. Only the moonlight, like water, flooded the eyes of the players and listeners.

A Bing, the bright moon decorates your rhyme, and you decorate other people's dreams, but who will decorate your dried-up longing and yearning?

Hunger, turmoil, poverty, poverty, war, national hatred, family feud ... those are scars that can never be revealed, for Chinese people. It was an era that disappointed many Chinese people forever. It was a time when many people were completely willing to be slaves. Chekhov once said that death is the greatest teacher of human beings, and the teachings brought by death go deep into the bone marrow. Perhaps only death can make people understand what life is like. I think we haven't fully understood that today we are trying to repay the debts owed by our predecessors in the form of sacrifice.

In the humid south of the Yangtze River, a deep long lane, a sad and melancholy rhyme came from the end of the sky. In the dead of night, who will whisper? Who can sing softly? A Bing, is that you?

The spring is clear and the moon is cold. An old man in a long gown hobbles from Qingshizi Road, his steps are scarred, and he is still persistent and tenacious, leaving a lifelong pursuit without regrets.

Weeping music penetrates the floating dust in the night sky. I follow your footsteps and walk in the long streets with your shadow. Along the way, the long murmur and the bleak two-string music pulled the affectionate Jiangnan into a dreamlike palace. A little sadness, a little helplessness, is even more sad under the reflection of street lamps.

Lonely alleys, lonely bluestone steps, winding tunes are jumping between your fingertips, permeating sleepless wandering souls. The lines on the palm of your hand are clearly visible, and you can travel through mountains and rivers and go through hardships, and one soul reaches another. Your never-ending footsteps extend at the end of the night, where is your other shore? A Bing, along the way, you're always playing the piano with bitterness.

Walking on the stormy road, even if your world falls into eternal silence, you still walk in the quiet resting place of your soul, and your soul's cuckoo sings like a tearful blood, without wanting anything, and supports the disabled body like a rock, silently floating along the way of life. You transcend death and see the divine dawn shining on your forehead.

A Bing, do you still have your family-run mahogany huqin with you? Sing you music like the bright moon in the night, even more important than your eyes, that is the song of your life. Tenderness, bitterness, elegance, resentment, tranquility and uneasiness, all the feelings are sent to your Er Quan.

The moonlight is hazy, and people are thinner. Your life has been tempered into a tree standing in the east and a deep pool in the desert. It was a clear spring under the bright shadow of the moonlight, slowly flowing into the arms of the night.

Look at the night in this place. It is full of your cool Huishan. The music goes beyond the night, and my heart turns a thousand times. How many tears are there? Who is stroking Yang Liuan? The river is silent, and the peaks turn around. Only in this way can the beautiful music linger in my ears.

Jiangnan, which has lost sight of the old days, has lost sight of the old alleys and the old Qingshizi Road. Only the tragic and peerless voice comes slowly, and a musician has a legendary, tortuous and difficult life.

The mountains are faint, and the water is faint. I can't help crying when I sing a song of Er Quan. In my tears, I raise a glass of clear water to respect the bright moon.

But "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" is different. When the first note floated into my ears, I felt like an electric shock, and I felt a miserable fate with the music. My house collapsed, and the darkness was looming over me ... Those tears filled my youthful heart, and I experienced the taste of melancholy, the taste of walking alone, the taste of being chased by the sound of fate, and the taste of no escape with the music too early. Indus trees in autumn rain, geese with broken wings, fallen leaves that have passed away quietly, moans in the wilderness, residual lotus and duckweed in the west wind, a broken wall, crows in the deep depression, silent tears of men, lonely questioning? ! Uneven in the stand? ! Pain is trembling on the string looking for an exit? ! ..... Endless sadness in life comes up and down one after another on the two strings of the erhu ... Endure, endure and endure again. My hands, eyes and heart are all tied by ropes, and I burst and capsized, jumping on a cliff, thundering on a rainy night ... The heavens and the earth cry, ghosts and gods are shocked, the waves crack boulders, and I have nowhere to go, and tears are flying. Quiet! Quiet! Quiet! The melody is soothing, and the repeated melody has a calm beyond fate. Is it an acceptance of suffering? Still unable to fight? Or in the end, all the sorrows have flowed to the other side of eternal life? ......

A Bing, formerly known as Hua Yanjun, was a street performer. He was born in Wuxi, Jiangsu Province in 1893. His mother died when he was young, and his father Hua Qinghe was the Taoist priest in the Leizun Temple in Wuxi. Since childhood, A Bing has been exposed to the music of his hometown; Playing in southern Jiangsu, playing with bamboo and silk in the south of the Yangtze River, Kunqu opera qupai, folk songs and minor tunes, especially Taoist Sanskrit, gave birth to his extraordinary musical talent. He is an alley boy. When he was very young, he could skillfully play the flute, sanxian, huqin, percussion and other musical instruments, and even as a drummer, he commanded the band to play a number of large-scale gongs and drums divertimento, which was known as "Little Tianshi".

However, after his thirties, A Bing's life took a sharp turn for the worse. First, his father died, then he became blind. Finally, he sold his house and entertained himself to survive, and tasted the bitterness and coldness of the world. However, he also cast A Bing's stubborn character of being upright and outspoken.

"Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" is a masterpiece handed down by A Bing, which was created by A Bing after years of repeated performances in the process of vagrancy. According to his contemporaries and neighbors who are familiar with his life, as early as before Wuxi was occupied by the Japanese army, A Bing was often heard playing this song in the streets and lanes, especially when it was quiet at night.

At that time, the work had no title. Until the summer of 195, the musician Yang Yinliu went to the folk to carry out "music rescue" work, interviewed A Bing in Wuxi and recorded it for him. At that time, 57-year-old A Bing was seriously ill, and died shortly after recording three erhu songs, Two Springs Reflecting the Moon, Listening to Pines, Cold Spring Breeze and three pipa songs, Big Waves Wasting the Sand, Zhaojun Going out, Dragon Boat. In 1951, Tianjin People's Broadcasting Station premiered "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon", and the name of A Bing, a blind man, was introduced to thousands of households.

"Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" originally had no title, because A Bing often played it in Huishan Spring, Wuxi, which is known as the "second spring in the world", and it was named after discussion during recording. It is the fruit of A Bing's painstaking efforts for decades, and it has reached a very high artistic achievement. The music is ups and downs, sometimes euphemistic and low-pitched, and sometimes agitated and high-pitched, and it has a touching artistic charm. In 1978, when Seiji Ozawa, a world-famous conductor, first listened to "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon", he couldn't help but burst into tears and said devoutly, "This kind of music is only for kneeling!"