My favorite story in Ye Shengtao's fairy tale collection Scarecrow is "Brother Xiang's Huqin". The hero in the story is a little boy, Brother Xiang, who is much younger than us. He is naive, kind and very clever. His father died in his early years, and he and his mother lived in a shabby old house, and life was very hard. The only thing left to him when his father died was a huqin, which his father used to use to bring happy songs to his family and neighbors. Before he died, he told his mother to leave this huqin to his son. Although the younger brother Xiang didn't understand his father's thoughts, his mother was so sad that she began to cry.
Dad passed away. When I was four years old, my mother taught my son this huqin and told him, "You can play it now. I hope to hear you play a beautiful tune, just like your father. " But the sound of his string is like the sound of a carpenter sawing wood-it's terrible. People around him were laughing at him and abusing him, but his mother smiled and praised him and said, "My son is so clever!" " "He walked into nature and met clear springs, gentle winds and beautiful birds, which taught him how to play beautiful tunes. In this way, Hu Qin's voice is in harmony with the melody of spring, the melody of wind and the rhythm of birds. He combined three songs into one, and the songs became more and more beautiful, which made him and his mother very happy.
There is a very beautiful concert hall in the city, which is where great musicians play. On one occasion, the concert hall also invited the Xiaoxiang brothers to play the Hu Qin. Dressed in rags, my brother walked onto the stage with the old Hu Qin in his hand, but there was a discordant voice from the audience. "Why is this Hu Qin so ugly, like a beggar?" "Why are you a countryman?" In an instant, the sound of strings flowed in the concert hall. However, in a short time, the audience's comments grew louder and louder, and finally the piano sound was drowned out. People left, leaving only the cold hall and isolated brother Xiang ... He was very angry and ran home in one breath. When mother learned the situation, she smiled and told him, "Then you can play it for me at home. I love to listen. " Since then, the sound of Xiangge's piano has spread from that small room, and with all things in nature, the surrounding villagers have breathed a sigh of relief and been comforted. However, people in the hall don't want to hear this wonderful piano sound!
From this story, I understand a truth: the sound of nature is a wonderful music that working people love to hear. Brother Xiang should keep practicing and make continuous efforts to play more wonderful music for his mother and villagers.
Ge Xiang Huqin's thoughts after reading 2 Ge Xiang is a person who loves music. He works hard, is not ashamed to ask questions, and pursues music wholeheartedly. To this end, he was taught by nature. The spring is tinkling, the wind is long, and the birds are ringing. Their songs are the sounds of nature and the true meaning of music. Brother Xiang got their teaching, and also realized the extreme of music and the sound of nature.
Brother Xiang's music was introduced into this city in this way. What wonderful music! The crisp, loud and tactful Long song attracted everyone, but they said, "Dirty music!" ""pretending to be a master, this liar! "Brother Xiang was at a loss for everyone's curses and atmosphere, and he was a little confused.
However, it's not his fault. What the so-called gentlemen and nobles want to listen to is not wonderful music, but the works of musicians that people admire and admire. Only those who really understand music and have taste can appreciate it. They are not listening to this wonderful music, they are just blindly proving that they have taste, they will appreciate it, and they are educated gentlemen. Usually, such people can never really understand music, and they can never understand the true meaning of music.
Brother Xiang returned to his hometown, the lonely village. At the same time, he also found people who can appreciate, don't understand and taste music-simple and honest farmers. They can always understand the meaning of Xiang Ge's huqin. They are people who really understand music and the sound of nature.
This story tells us that music is for listening and tasting, and music is the voice of nature.
Reading Hu Qin's mental journey from my brother. Part III: Will any students learn to play the Hu Qin?
I heard that the old Huqin was made of ponytail and snakeskin. This is mentioned in the fairy tale "Brother Xiang's Huqin", which should be true.
The fairy tale "Brother Xiang's Huqin" is very simple. It tells the story of a child named Xianger who lost his father when he was a child. When his father left, he gave Xianger an old-fashioned huqin so that Xianger could learn to play.
Xianger has never learned the huqin and doesn't know how to play it. At that time, there were not so many training classes now, and Xianger could only teach herself the piano. He often runs to the stream alone and learns to play the huqin with the gurgling sound of running water; He came to the open field and learned to play the huqin with the gentle wind. He walked into the dense forest and played the huqin dance with the sound of birds singing.
Slowly, Xianger grew up and became Xiangzi. He can play the sound of water, wind and birds singing on the Hu Qin, which is a harmonious melody of nature. As time went on, Xiangzi's huqin became better and better, and the music became more and more beautiful.
Xiangzi wanted to visit the city and play his music to more people.
In the marble concert hall of the city, Xiangzi's "Huqin" just started, and the audience below could not sit still. They said, "I have never heard such a tune!" " ""He is a liar pretending to be a musician! " "We got our ears dirty, so we must hurry back and wash them! "
People in the city don't want to hear Xiangzi play the Hu Qin. He returned to the hut by the stream. Whether it is hot summer or cold winter, he still plays his own country ensemble with the old huqin.
People who are used to hearing Hu Qin always feel sweet and comfortable. They always say in unison, "Thanks to Brother Xiang's Hu Qin!"
Ge Xiang's Thoughts on Huqin Today, I read Ye Shengtao's fairy tale Huqin in Ge Xiang.
The story is that a long time ago, there was a child named Xianger whose father died. He left a huqin for Xianger. Xianger has grown up, but he can't play the Hu Qin yet. His voice is like wood. He walked and played. Although Hu Qin played badly, Xiang Er still felt very happy. He went into the forest. When he met a stream, the stream said to him, "Do you want to play a nice tune?" Xianger can't see anyone. Continue to play his huqin. The stream said, "I am a stream, at your feet." Xianger said, "Brother Xishui, teach me quickly." The stream added, "As long as you listen to my music, follow my music." Xianger played the huqin with the rhythm of the stream, and gradually merged with the sound of the stream, unable to tell which one was the huqin. Xiaoxi said, "Congratulations, you have learned the sound of a stream."
Xianger walked on. He met the wind, and the wind said, "Do you want to learn music well?" Xianger saw that there was no one around, so she moved on. The wind said, "I am the wind, right beside you." Xianger said, "Wind, teach me quickly." The wind added, "As long as you follow my tune." Xianger played the huqin with the rhythm of the wind, and immediately merged with the wind, unable to tell which is the wind and which is the huqin. The wind said, "Congratulations, you have learned the sound of the wind."
Xianger walked on. He met a bird, and the bird said, "Do you want to learn a nice song?" Xianger found that there was no one around, so she walked on. The bird said, "I am a bird, in the tree next to you." Xianger said, "Little bird, teach me quickly." The bird added, "As long as you follow my rhythm." Xianger played the huqin with the rhythm of the bird, and slowly blended with the sound of the bird, unable to tell which was the bird and which was the huqin. The bird said, "Congratulations, you have learned the voice of a bird." Xianger combined these three kinds of music and played them to her mother. Mom thinks it's so beautiful. Let Xianger play it for everyone. Xianger went to the concert to play, but before Xianger played, others laughed at Xianger for dressing like a poor man and began to play. At first, their jeers were light, but later they grew louder and louder. Finally, they simply stopped and Xianger went home. Mother said, "Why did you go home so early? Didn't I ask you to play it for everyone? " Xianger is like her mother telling the cause and effect. Mom said, "They don't want to hear it, but I want to hear it." Xianger's huqin is not as good as a musician, but it makes everyone happy.
After reading this article, I want to say to people in the city: when you listen to music, why do you judge people's clothes? Just listening to music. Brother Xiang studies hard and practices hard, but he never asks for advice. This spirit is worth learning from all of us.
During the holiday, I watched The Scarecrow again, and what attracted me most was Ge Xiang's Hu Qin.
Brother Xiang, the hero, and his mother live in a small and shabby house by the stream. Before he died, his father gave him a very old huqin. When Brother Xiang was four years old, his mother gave him the piano, hoping that she could play a beautiful tune. But he can't play the Hu Qin yet. His voice is like wood. He pulled as he walked. Although Hu Qin played badly, Brother Xiang still felt very happy. Brother Xiang walked into the forest. Spring, wind and birds have all become his teachers. Brother Xiang naturally plays the Hu Qin better and better. Brother Xiang combined spring water, wind and birds, taught him these three kinds of music and played them to his mother. Mom thinks it's so beautiful. Let Brother Xiang play it for everyone. Brother Xiang went to the concert, but the audience laughed at him for dressing like a poor man. At first, their laughter was very light, and then it grew louder and louder. Finally, they all walked out of the concert hall. Brother Xiang returned to his hometown, and people in his hometown felt sweet and comfortable after listening to his piano.
After reading this story, I understand that the voice from nature can only be understood by those who live in and love nature.
After reading the sixth chapter of Hu Qin of Xiang Xiong, there is a shabby house by a clear stream. The house is riddled with holes, through which wind, sunlight and moonlight can enter the house. There is a picture of a huqin hanging on the shabby wall. The little boy is dressed in rags but clean, watching his mother mend his clothes. In the moonlight, the shadow of the house was set off by the stream, and even the birds who got up in the middle of the night noticed it.
After reading these, I have learned that Xianger's family lives by a stream and is very poor. It can be seen from his tattered clothes and his mother and children mending worn clothes for him that there is no money to buy new clothes at home. Xianger is very obedient. When her mother sews clothes for herself, she sits quietly and doesn't disturb her work.
This huqin was left to Xianger by his father. This is a very old huqin: the blue bamboo pole becomes rosy because it is often grasped by hand, and the place where rosin is coated is often rubbed by the bow, forming a deep ditch, and the stretched snake skin has faded. At this time, the piano that my father often plays is now fragrant. Mother lets herself play the most beautiful music like her father.
Xianger practices playing the piano every day: it sounds like sawing wood. This is a beggar's huqin. It's terrible. You'd better play the piano for us ... only mother appreciates the sound of playing the piano. Xianger's piano playing has made rapid progress and is getting better and better! Xianger went to the forest to play the piano. At this moment, a voice said: Little brother, let me teach you to play the piano! When Xianger saw it, it turned out to be Brother Quanshui. Xianger played the Hu Qin with the sound of spring water, and gradually the sound of the Qin and the sound of spring water merged into one. Both Brother Feng and Brother Bird taught Xianger to play the piano, and the clever Xianger soon mastered various skills. Listen to the stream, I forgot to stop flowing. Hearing this, the bird stood on the branch, closed its eyes slightly, and the wind calmed down, stroking Xianger's hair with its own hands. Nature is intoxicated!
The obedient Xianger practiced playing the piano by herself according to her mother's words. Although many people are willing to listen to the piano they play, Xianger still doesn't feel inferior. He walked into the forest, accompanied by birdsong, spring sound and wind, and integrated birdsong, wind sound and spring sound into his piano, making his piano sound closer to nature and more integrated into nature. Wonderful music is produced in nature.
Xianger realized her unique musical style from the sound of nature, and her mother appreciated it even more: Son, you can play better than your father now. You can go to the city to participate in concert competitions and play your own music to all the people in the world.
When Xianger walked onto the stage in clean clothes with many patches, all the dignitaries showed surprised expressions. Where is this wild child? He also wants to play the piano here. Look at his huqin. It's really ugly. Just a rag. This is not the sound of the piano! That's terrible! Come down quickly! Xianger insisted on playing a piece of music, still bowed deeply to all the people, and then walked down, leaving those curses echoing on the stage.
Xianger is already the best person to play the piano in her mother's heart, but how can those rich people say it is ugly in the concert hall? Are the performances of great musicians only worth appreciating? This has shown that those people in the concert hall look down on Xianger and think that he is a beggar and a fake musician. No matter how beautiful the sound is, Xianger is a fake in their eyes. Ke Xianger is strong and polite, and calmly faces everything that happens.
Mother welcomed Xianger back, listened to everything Xianger told, and said with a smile, Others don't like Xianger's music, but I like it best. Play it for my mother. Listening to your piano will make weaving straw mats more energetic.
The sound of the piano came from the shabby hut, the wind rushed into the room to listen, the sun rushed into the room to listen, and the tracker who pulled the optical fiber heard the sound of the piano, ignoring the dripping sweat and speeding up the pace. The bird landed on the roof and sang along with the piano. The blacksmith who cut his hand with a red iron knife forgot the pain. The piano covers the farmers in the field like cotton yarn, and the farmers hold the hoe tighter ... everything in nature is attracted by the sound of the piano.
Who listens to my music, not the dignitaries in the city, not those who look down on the poor, but the mother who has always encouraged her to grow up, the farmer who keeps working in the fields, the tracker holding the rope, the gentle wind, the warm sunshine, the bright moonlight, the beautiful birds, and even everything in nature, all the poor people who have warm families like themselves.
From Xianger playing the piano to learning by herself, every progress can be praised and encouraged by parents and teachers, and every progress can be praised by everyone. It is a great honor to study in this big family, not only at home, but also at school. In this big blog family that I have never met before, I can learn a lot of knowledge that is not available in books, just like Xianger's piano music blends into nature and comes from nature. The same is true of learning. Besides the knowledge in books, we must learn from everyone's strengths and make up for our own shortcomings. Our study is not to show the audience, but to enrich ourselves.
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