My favorite story in Ye Shengtao's fairy tale collection Scarecrow is Brother Xiang's Hu Qin. 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 lived a very hard life.
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. On his deathbed, he told his mother to leave this huqin to his son. Although the young brother Xiang didn't understand his father's mind, 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.
Everyone around him was laughing at him and insulting him, but his mother smiled and praised him and said, "My son is so smart!" " "He walked into nature and met clear springs, gentle winds and beautiful birds, which taught him how to play beautiful music. In this way, Hu Qin's voice is integrated with the melody of spring, the melody of wind and the rhythm of birds. He combined three melodies into one, and the melody became more and more beautiful. He and his mother were very happy.
There is a very beautiful concert hall in the city, which is where great musicians play. On one occasion, Brother Xiaoxiang was invited to play the Hu Qin in the concert hall.
Brother Xiang, dressed in rags and still carrying an old Hu Qin in his hand, stepped onto the stage, 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. Everyone left, leaving only the cold room and the isolated brother Xiang ... He was very angry and ran home in one breath. When my mother learned the situation, she smiled and said to him, "Then you can play it for me at home. I love to listen. "
From then on, the sound of Xiang Ge's piano came from that shabby little room, with all the things in nature, which made the surrounding villagers breathe a sigh of relief and get comfort. 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.