My favorite story in Ye Shengtao's collection of fairy tales The 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 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.
Ge Xiang' s thoughts on Hu Qin. 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 and loud. 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.
This is how Brother Xiang's music was introduced into the city. What wonderful music this is! The crisp, loud and long singing attracted everyone, but they said, "dirty music!" " ""pretending to be a master, this liar! "Brother Xiang is at a loss for everyone's curses and atmosphere, and he is 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 who are respected and admired. Only those who really understand music and have taste can enjoy it. They are not listening to this wonderful music, they are just blindly proving that they have taste, that they will appreciate it, and that they are educated gentlemen. Often such people can never really understand music, and can never understand the true meaning of music.
Brother Xiang returned to his hometown, the remote village. At the same time, he also found people who can appreciate, understand and taste music-simple farmers. They can always understand the meaning of Xiang Ge's Huqin, and they are people who really understand music and nature.
This story tells us that music is used to listen to harmony, and music is the voice of nature.
Thoughts on reading Hu Qin 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 and let Xianger 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 had to teach herself the piano. He often runs to the stream alone and learns to play the huqin with the sound of flowing water. He came to the open field and learned to blow the huqin with a gentle wind like a veil; He walked into the dense forest and played the huqin with the sound of birds singing.
Slowly, Xianger grew up and became Xiangzi. He can play the sounds of water, wind and birds on the huqin, which is a harmonious tune of nature. As time went on, Xiangzi played the Hu Qin 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! "
City people don't want to listen to the auspicious bullets and harps. He went back to the hut by the stream. Whether it is hot summer or cold winter, he still plays his own country ensemble with Lao Huqin.
People who are used to listening to Hu Qin always feel sweet and comfortable. They always say with one voice, "Thanks to Brother Xiang's Hu Qin!"
After reading Ge Xiang's Huqin Thought, I read the fairy tale Huqin in Ge Xiang written by Ye Shengtao today.
The content of the story is that there was once 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 he plays the Hu Qin badly, Xiang Er still feels 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 saw no one. Continue to play his huqin. The stream said, "I am a stream, at your feet." Xianger said, "Brother Xishui, teach me quickly." Xiaoxi 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 stream was the huqin. The brook said, "Congratulations, you have learned the sound of the brook."
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 kept walking. The wind said, "I am the wind, right beside you." Xianger said, "Wind, teach me quickly." The wind added, "As long as you listen to my music." Xianger played the huqin with the rhythm of the wind, and immediately became one with the wind, unable to tell which was the wind and which was 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 kept walking. 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 plays the huqin with the rhythm of the bird, and slowly blends in with the sound of the bird, unable to tell which is the bird and which is 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. Mother thought it was so beautiful that she asked Xianger to play it for everyone. Xianger went to the concert to play. Before Xianger played, someone laughed at Xianger for dressing like a poor man and began to play. At first, their ridicule was very light, but later it grew bigger and bigger. Finally, they simply stopped and Xianger went home. Mom said, "How did you come back so early? Didn't I ask you to play it for everyone? " Xiang Er 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 listen 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 huqin, which is very old. When Brother Xiang was four years old, his mother gave him the piano, hoping that she could play beautiful music. But he can't play the Hu Qin yet. His voice is like wood. He pulled as he walked. Although he played the Hu Qin badly, Brother Xiang still felt very happy. Brother Xiang walked into the forest. Spring, wind and birds have all become his teachers. Brother Xiang 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 to play, and the audience laughed that Brother Xiang was dressed like a poor man. At first, their laughter was very light, but later 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 voices from nature can only be understood by people who live in and love nature.
Brother Xiang's thoughts after reading Chapter 6 There is a shabby house by the Qingxi River. The house is riddled with holes, and wind, sunshine and moonlight can enter the house through these holes. There is a picture of a huqin hanging on the dilapidated wall. The little boy is ragged 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 realized that Xianger's family lived by a stream and was poor. It can be seen from his ragged clothes and the ragged clothes mended by his mother and children 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. It's a very old huqin: the bamboo stem has become ruddy 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 snakeskin has faded. At this time, the piano that my father often played is now Xianger's. Mom lets herself play the most beautiful music like dad.
Xianger practices 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 has made rapid progress in playing the piano, getting better and better! Xianger went to the forest to play the piano. At this moment, a voice came: Little brother, let me teach you to play the piano! Xianger saw that it was 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. Brother Feng and Brother Bird both taught Xianger to play the piano, and the clever Xianger quickly mastered various skills. Listen to the stream, I forgot to stop flowing. Listening to it, 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 does not feel inferior. He walked into the forest, accompanied by the sound of birds, spring water and wind, and integrated the sound of birds, wind and spring water into his piano, making his piano sound closer to nature and more integrated with nature. Wonderful music comes from nature.
Xianger realized her unique music 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. It's just a rag This is not the sound of the piano! That's terrible! Come down quickly! Xianger insisted on playing a song, still bowed deeply to everyone, and went on, 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 good the sound is, Xianger is fake in their eyes. Ke Xianger was strong and polite, and faced everything calmly.
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 you play the piano will make the straw mat 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 fiber heard the sound of the piano and forgot the dripping sweat, speeding up the pace. The bird landed on the roof and sang on the piano. The blacksmith who cut his hand with red iron forgot the pain. The piano covered the farmer in the field like cotton yarn, and the farmer held the hoe tighter ... everything in nature was attracted by Xianger's piano.
Who listens to my music is not a powerful person in the city or a person who looks down on the poor, but a mother who has always encouraged her to grow up, a farmer who keeps working in the fields, a tracker who carries a rope, gentle wind, warm sunshine, bright moonlight, beautiful birds and even everything in nature, all of whom are poor people with warm families like themselves.
From Xianger playing the piano to her own study, every little progress can be praised and encouraged by her parents and teachers, and every little 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 family of strangers, I have learned a lot of knowledge that I don't have in books, just like Xianger's piano music is integrated into nature. The same is true of learning. In addition to the knowledge in books, we should learn from everyone's strengths and make up for our own shortcomings. Our study is not to show the audience, but to enrich ourselves.