The clouds and mist are shrouded, the peaks are towering into the clouds, and a bamboo pavilion stands on this cliff. The birds are gone, and in this empty mountain, the sound of flying geese flapping their wings is particularly abrupt.
Suddenly a sound of the piano broke through the sky, and then came the continuous sound of the piano, with a low and gentle tone, like a river flowing thousands of miles, and the spring water stirred up the rocks, making a cooling sound. Suddenly the tone suddenly changes, bold and high-spirited, as tall and straight as a mountain peak, and a majestic aura suddenly emerges. The sound of the piano is sometimes high and sometimes low, rising and falling, making birds and beasts stop and stare. ?Zheng? After finishing the song, he raised his hand to play the piano. However, he saw that this person showed an unconventional attitude and showed a natural and unrestrained air in his movements. It turned out to be Yu Boya, a master of piano tuning.
?This song can only be heard in heaven, how many times can it be heard in the world. good! ?Then a burst of applause came from a distance. Yu Boya slowly opened his eyes, looked up in surprise, and saw a man in plain clothes standing not far away, with a handsome appearance, a low-brow smile, and an expression full of admiration. When he was confused, the man in front of him bowed and said: "Excuse me, my surname is Zhong Ziqi. With such superb piano skills, I must be the world-famous Mr. Yu Boyayu." ?Yu Boya stood up, hugged him and replied: ?It is me. Zhong Ziqi smiled and said: "I have admired you for a long time, and just now I heard the sound of your teacher's piano. I felt that sometimes I was in the mountains, with a majestic atmosphere, and sometimes I was in the gurgling water, calm and composed. I couldn't help but feel fond of it, and I couldn't help but stop here. . ?Hearing these words, Yu Boya couldn't help but feel happy: There is someone in this world who can understand my Qin's purpose. He can really be called my confidant. So he said: "Thank you very much. Sir, would you like to come here every day to listen to the sound of my piano?" ?Zhong Ziqi replied: ?Fortunately. ?
So, every day in this bamboo pavilion, Yu Boya prepared his harp and waited, heating up a pot of strong tea. Amidst the fragrance of the tea, Zhong Ziqi arrived as promised, looking at each other without saying a word. Just smile and you will understand. Yu Boya concentrated on tuning the piano, his fingers flew quickly, and sweet music poured out. Zhong Ziqi, on the other hand, was holding a cup of tea, drinking and tasting it. His expression was sometimes sad, sometimes laughing, sometimes excited, and sometimes depressed. It is constantly changing, as if you are in the realm of the sound of the piano. At the end of the song, Zhong Ziqi made some comments. The two drank tea and had fun, chatting and laughing. It was the ultimate happiness in the world of desire.
However, one day, Yu Boya was still waiting with his piano ready, and hot tea was also ready. It was getting dusk, but Zhong Ziqi's arrival was still delayed. I felt anxious and looked forward to it. The person I was waiting for was still coming. It was autumn at this time, the empty valley was quiet, apes and birds were crying, the old trees nearby had fallen leaves, and the rickety branches stretched weakly. The setting sun in the distance was placed in the mountains, but it felt lonely and lonely. Yu Boya sighed and left disappointed.
Feiyan passed the message, but brought unfortunate news. When he learned that his friend had died of illness, Yu Boya came to the bamboo pavilion again with his piano. He sat upright with his hands on the strings, but the sound of the piano was the same as before. The passion and boldness are completely different, the sadness is gentle, like mourning for a close friend, but also like reminiscing about the past, but in the end I don't understand. At the end of the song, things have changed and people have changed. Looking at the empty atmosphere around him, Yu Boya felt sad. He raised his hands and waved his sleeves, and the sandalwood qin was knocked to the ground. He looked up to the sky and sighed: "My confidant is no longer here. What use do I need this qin for?" ?A drop of clear tears fell down.
If you can find a close friend in this life and have no regrets, that will be enough.