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Volume 1 Qizi Chapter 112 Let¡¯s learn from Qu Yuan

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    The sound of the piano blew into the courtyard with the cold wind of early winter. In the cold wind, the faint fragrance of plum blossoms floated. Juanzi squatted under the plum tree in the corner, quietly listening to the beautiful music, her fingers trembling slightly.  Sometimes the sound of the piano is elegant, like a proud princess, scorning the ants in the world; sometimes the sound of thunder and thunder is earth-shattering; sometimes it is high-spirited, fighting tenaciously against fate; sometimes it is sad, shedding tears for the sorrow of the world.  Juanzi raised her head and tapped her fingers on the tree trunk a few times at high speed, and a few vigorous notes came. Juanzi was delighted and moved her fingers a few more times, but this time the strings did not follow her intention, and she could not help but frown.  Wrinkled slightly.  "I want to go in but don't dare, so I imitate Yang Luchan and steal his master." Wei Zi looked at Juanzi from a distance, lowered her mouth in disdain, shook her head and said to Wang Yan'an.  Wang Yanan just smiled and did not answer.  Several girls were playing the lattice game. Chu Qing moved her steps carefully. Zuo Yan and Gu Xiu were staring at her steps. It was obvious that Chu Qing was very familiar with the game and did not make any mistakes.  Wang Yanan was tossing a shuttlecock in his hand. The feathers of the shuttlecock were made of the hairs on the rooster's tail. They came in three colors and were very colorful and beautiful.  "Weizi, why haven't I seen you playing the piano?" Wang Yanan asked.  When she mentioned the accordion, Weizi's expression suddenly darkened, but Wang Yanan didn't notice it. Her attention was still focused on the shuttlecock in her hand, throwing it twice and kicking it twice.  "Hey, why are you crawling on the ground! Why don't you get up!" A roar came from the front. The girls looked up and looked over. Chu Qing also looked over. Without paying attention, her feet landed on the ground. Wei Zi saw them and screamed immediately.  Chu Qing withdrew from the grid dejectedly, while Zuo Yan cheered and stood in front, picking up the sandbags.  Under the steps, Zuo Yan¡¯s mother Zhang Liqiu was roaring at Zuo Jinbei Wang Shengli, while Zuo Jinbei, Wang Shengli, Chu Chengzhi and other children were crawling on the ground.  "The clothes we just changed are now like this!" Zhang Liqiu picked up Zuo Jinbei angrily. Zuo Jinbei was covered in mud and his face was even smeared with mud.  Wang Shengli and Chu Chengzhi also stood up and looked at Zhang Liqiu with a silly smile.  Zhang Liqiu carried Zuo Jinbei's ear and walked home. Zuo Jinbei shouted as he walked: "This is what the instructor taught me. The instructor said that only by practicing hard can you develop the ability to kill enemies! Mom, Mom, be gentle!" Zhang Liqiu carried Zuo Jinbei's ear and walked home.  Liqiu couldn't laugh or cry. After Zuo Jinbei and Wang Shengli went to the summer camp, they gathered the children in the courtyard to practice whenever they could. They either stabbed them with sticks or crawled around on the ground.  If you want to talk to him, confront him with the instructor's words.  He told his father Zuo Yunqing, and Zuo Yunqing reprimanded him severely, but in the blink of an eye, this guy was like this again, playing wildly in the yard with a bunch of children in the yard all day long.  "Wang Shengli, get back here!" There was another tiger roar, and Wang Shengli's face changed drastically. His father was standing at the door angrily. The front yard was actually divided into two floors, divided into two parts by several steps. The Wang family exclusively owned the upper part.  , the two Zuogu families share the lower part.  Wang Huaiyu, Wang Shengli¡¯s father, was holding a wicker chair and looking at Wang Shengli, who was all dirty. He was so angry that his mouth was filled with smoke.  "You only made these clothes for the National Day, just a few days ago! What a waste! It's easy for you to think of these clothes!" It is not easy to make new clothes in this era. Everyone has a lot of money for cloth, regardless of men, women, old or young.  Each person is 18 feet tall, and on average each person can make one and a half clothes. However, the supply for cadres is slightly larger, and the special supply can be given more, but it is also limited.  If there are many boys in the family, the cloth tickets are slightly looser. This is because boys¡¯ summer clothes use less cloth and they can run around in just a pair of underpants.  If there are many girls, it will be more difficult. Usually the younger sister picks up the older sister's clothes, and each person can only make one new set of clothes a year.  Among the little girls in the yard, Weizi is not the most beautifully dressed but has the most clothes, while Juanzi is the worst. Most of her clothes belong to her sister.  With Wang Shengli and Zuo Jinbei gone, the remaining children could no longer practice. Chu Chengzhi and the others sat on the stone steps in boredom and boasted.  Not long after, Mingzi came over with Jianguo Jianjun and Xiao Wu, and these energetic little guys began to play wrestling, with Chu Chengzhi and Xiao Jianjun fighting against each other.  Although Chu Chengzhi is young, he is still strong enough, and he is in a stalemate with Xiao Jianjun. Xiao Jianguo and Mingzi cheer Jianjun hard from the side, while the original children cheer Chu Chengzhi.  The boys in the entire Chu Mansion were divided into two factions. The children in the front yard, Zuo Jinbei and Wang Shengli, formed one faction with the children in the west courtyard. Mingzi united the children in the east courtyard and formed another faction.  Even though they play together, the two factions have distinct supporters.  While the two were competing, a clanging sound suddenly came from the Gu family's house. Gu Gao and his brother and sister fled in a hurry. The three of them stood at the door for a while. The brother grabbed his clothes and rushed out. His sister Gu Huan looked at Ming Zi in embarrassment.They looked at Wang Huaiyu who was reading a book, then turned and entered his room next to him.  Gu Xiu's face suddenly turned very pale. She looked at the door of her home uneasily, wondering what was going on inside.  "What are you doing when you come back! Why don't you die outside!" "That's none of your business! So many leaders don't say anything! Only you can do it!" Gu Gao's mother Bi Wan seemed very angry. This was very gentle in the eyes of the children in the courtyard.  The graceful woman was yelling in a disgraceful way, but she couldn't hear the person being yelled back from.  "Bang!" Another thing was smashed to the ground. Mingzi Chu Chengzhi was very excited. He shouted "The fight is about to start!" and ran to lie down on the window to watch the excitement.  "You can! Just you can! After reading some books, you don't know how high the sky is! There are so many leaders, so many experts! Who doesn't know that bit of history! Tell me! None of them know! You are here to show off!" "How can you do it?  It¡¯s so unsettling! You should think about me and the children too!¡± ¡°The couple started fighting!¡± Da Wu shouted with joy, Ming Zi, Xiao Wu and the others cheered, but Wang Huaiyu couldn¡¯t stand it.  He came over and drove away a group of children, looked into the house, and then turned around and left.  Gu Gao didn't know where to go, so he walked towards the backyard without knowing it. He turned the corner of the house and saw Juanzi under the tree. When Juanzi saw him coming, she shook her head at him: "Gou Sheng is in class now and won't be able to get out.  Gu Gao hesitated and looked at Juanzi: "What are you doing here?" Juanzi smiled sheepishly and lowered his head. Gu Gao understood. He shook his head and stood next to Juanzi, listening to what was coming from inside.  The sound of the piano remains the same.  The sound of the piano was low and sad, as if weeping and complaining. It seemed to be telling the hardships of life, and it was also like a traveler carrying a heavy cross and trekking hard; his heart couldn't help but tighten.  The sound of the piano suddenly turned high-pitched and intense, with a sonorous sound gushing out. The warriors marched singing with their swords in their backs, and drew their swords amidst the roar.  "Facing swords and guns, smiling at life and death; even if there are thousands of people, I will go there."  "That's wrong, that's wrong." Juanzi suddenly murmured. Gu Gao didn't understand music, but when he listened, he felt his heart surge and his blood boiling. At this moment, hearing Juanzi's words, he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"  "This piece is called the Wanderer's Song. It's not played like this." Juanzi frowned. She tried to play this piece. Although she didn't play it well, she knew the tune. Chu Mingqiu made changes here, making the original smoother.  In this place, the rhythm is accelerated and rendered with short sounds and heavy bass, so this effect is produced.  Juanzi didn¡¯t know how to explain it. She looked at the piano room and finally decided to ask why she played like this.  Why change like this?  "I feel that in the past, performers focused on interpreting sadness and grief, but I feel that they can still interpret it as sadness, indignation, solemnity, and sadness. Blind lamentation is actually not the best. Gypsies moved around,  It¡¯s not a kind of resistance!¡± Facing the same question from Zhuang Jingyi, Chu Mingqiu replied calmly.  Zhuang Jingyi has been coming more frequently recently. Chu Mingqiu helped her write an examination last time and she handed it in. The leader was basically satisfied with her examination and asked her to read it at the mass criticism meeting. The masses did not come up with anything new.  , all in the preview content between her and Chu Mingqiu.  "However, Zhuang Jingyi's work has been adjusted. She can no longer go on the stage, but now she can still enter the piano room and play the piano.  There were no classes or students, so it was naturally much easier. She planned to make up for all Chu Mingqiu's classes that she had missed this time.  Chu Mingqiu was naturally happy to not go to school, but Zhuang Jingyi's situation made him worried.  "Then how are you going to fight?" Chu Mingqiu pursed his lips and smiled: "It's not me, it's the Gypsies, teacher. There are many ways to fight. Gypsies use migration to fight against the injustice in the world. We in China  Our ancestors were not the same. When they were in trouble, they were able to compose famous works. Xibo was arrested and performed the "Book of Changes"; Zhongniee wrote "Spring and Autumn"; Qu Yuan was exiled and wrote "Li Sao"; Zuo Qiu lost his sight and wrote "Li Sao".  "Guoyu"; Sun Tzu Binjiao, revised the "Art of War"; Bu Wei moved to Shu, "Lu Lan"; Han Fei imprisoned Qin, "Shuo Nan", "Gu Ang".  , but Zhuang Jingyi looked at Chu Mingqiu stupidly, as if she didn't know what he meant.  Chu Mingqiu scratched the back of his head in embarrassment: "The students are doing tricks in class to make the teacher laugh." Chu Mingqiu didn't think that Zhuang Jingyi didn't understand the allusion here. This beautiful girl said it for the first time when they met, and it lingered for three days.  Allusion is definitely not the kind of girl who is big and has no brains.  "Teacher, didn't you just want to write an immortal piano piece? Now the opportunity has come. We can't learn from Sima Qian, Zuo Qiu, or Sun Bin. Let's learn from Qu Yuan.""Writing "Li Sao" in the history of Chinese music" Zhuang Jingyi looked at Chu Mingqiu, this child was only eight years old, how could he know how to comfort people so much? How could he be like that person? Why did she fall in love with him in the first place? He was his  Talent? Or his simplicity? She knows her situation. No one seems to care about her now, but in fact, her every move in school is watched by countless eyes. So who knows what will happen in the future?  She took time to teach Chu Mingqiu, hoping to impart her understanding of piano and music to him in the shortest possible time. Zhuang Jingyi no longer focused on skills. Chu Mingqiu's skills may not be very rich, but they are enough to handle most music.  When the work and music reach her level, technique is secondary. The most important thing is the understanding of the work. "Okay, teacher, I will remember what you said.  "Zhuang Jingyi said and stood up, which meant that today's class was over.
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