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What words are so wonderful that one sentence can tell a story? Zhihu

1. A hundred days of flute and a thousand days of flute, a small huqin breaks the waist

During the Republic of China, there were many Peking Opera masters and Kun Opera masters. As far as I know, they can be called Peking Opera. In the most glorious history, some progressive people in the society at that time began to westernize and some people still clung to traditional ideas. Coupled with the turmoil of the social situation, people were very likely to have a way of living that if they had wine today, they would be drunk today, and if there was no wine tomorrow, they would not care about their mother. .

On the stage of Peking Opera, all the stories of the previous dynasty are performed. The singers become involved in the opera, and the listeners also become involved in the opera, thus forgetting the pain of reality.

I don’t like watching operas, but I like to listen to Huqin. If you don’t have a good Peking Opera master, you must have a good Huqin master. The Huqin supports Jiao’er’s voice. The huqin will be lowered if you lower it. The huqin will make up for you where you are lacking, and cover the places where you have missed it, perfectly modifying the singing.

After getting to know a little bit about it, I was very impressed by how many actors appeared on the drama stage of the Republic of China. Boss Mei and Boss Cheng were famous throughout China, but no huqin master could become famous in the circle. , so no one would record a record for them to stay famous forever, which is really a pity when you think about it.

One minute on stage and ten years of hard work off stage. What matters is talent, hard work and hard work before you become a great person. Isn’t it the same for Hu Qin? Why can he only sit on the stage? In the shadow, there is only an inconspicuous green leaf.

二·You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, I sent them to the world with a head full of snow

The 30-year-old Bai Juyi and the 23-year-old Yuan Zhen met each other, and they held hands for the rest of their lives, except for death. They have never been separated. Not only do they play together and compose poems together, but if you write to me, I will reply you. I have a beautiful concubine and I am willing to share it with you. After Yuan Zhen passed away, Bai Juyi often thought of it, so he stayed with Yuan Zhen. He wrote these two poems nine years after his death.

Every word is filled with tears, every stroke is filled with blood, every sentence is full of love.

Even if you don’t know the story behind these two poems, anyone who reads them can understand the feeling of being helpless and wishing to follow the dead. If you are dead, I can only be regarded as a sojourner if I am still alive. Just in the human world.