Four, Matsuoka Qinyin

Seven days later, the people in the city flocked to the front of the noon gate. This is the day when Liu Yin and others beheaded. The autumn wind was bleak, and Yu Qingcun quietly left the capital and came to the Xihui Pavilion on Songfenggang, the place where friends used to have a party.

The Xihui Pavilion is still green. In the past, the chanting is still in front of the pillar, and the strokes are like a dream. At this point, who can ban it?

Yuqing has been holding the column for a long time, full of sadness, and endless sadness is pouring in. He couldn't help suddenly turn around, picked up his beloved Fuxiqin, gently pressed it with his left hand, and waved it on the five-pointed string of his right hand, with a clear sound, and then it was even more continuous. Hearing it, it is gradually cracking, sonorous and eager to grab people's souls.

After this, the sound of the piano slowly turned gloomy, but I listened to him sing more loudly with the piano:

Linqiu Mountain is snotted with tears, and there is no return from the injury.

Takagi is still full of clouds, but only the shadow hovers in the air.

The former couple are now ghosts, and who will accompany them in Qingxi?

He gave birth to me in the world, and the frost and electricity made me sad.

The height of the sky is so high that I can't answer it, and I will push the cup all day long.

The road ahead is obscured, and it is the city of the west wind.

After singing, a string of rolling sounds, sitting next to the string, tears kept flowing. His crying was at the time of the wind blowing in Qiugang, which made Song Chouxi cry. Yu Qingcun looked at it from the dim, and the vegetation seemed to lose its glory.

I don't know how long it took. The pine wind gradually stopped, and Yu Qingcun seemed to hear the sound of the piano in a trance. He was surprised and turned around, but saw that the trees were as quiet as before, and he didn't see anyone.

Just as he thought he was listening and wanted to ignore it, the sound of the piano rose again, and it came calmly, listening to elegance and forget vulgarity. I don't know where the sound of the piano came from. It seemed to ring on all sides, as if it were ethereal from the sky. Yu Qingcun couldn't help but get up and look around blankly. There was still no trace of people.

Yu Qingcun listened to the sound of the piano carefully, but he felt as if he was in an empty land for a while. The sky was far away from the mountain, and the guest clothes were getting farther and farther away. Suddenly, the horizon is open, thousands of miles of waves, endless long rivers, vast eastward, more lonely setting sun, infinite worries. When I was about to fall in love, I heard the song clear and came out, but I still didn't know where it came from.

Hold the wings for thousands of miles and think about the eight wildernesses.

All things in the world, the emperor.

The gentleman is Zhuoqi, and the man is light.

Hu is a man, and he is hurt.

The sun and the moon are handed over, which is to stop the cold.

Look at the passing water in the east, the soup for thousands of years.

In the moment of life, the long song is not in the center.

After singing, he transferred to the palace merchant, and he was still inexcre.

"Looking at the passing water in the east, the soup for thousands of years... The moment of life, the long song Weiyang..." Yu Qingcun muttered to himself, and his eyes were obsessed, "The moment of life, the long song Weiyang..."

He seemed to have some understanding, and he was born alone, just like the morning dew, which turned into smoke in an instant. Look at the ancient rivers and mountains, as human beings, but there is just a hurry between heaven and earth. Then, whether it's worry or joy, why do you need to linger for a long time?

Yu Qingcun only felt that there was a block in his chest, and he was slightly relieved. A magnificent atmosphere gradually surged from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't help but appreciate the singer. At this time, the wind outside the pavilion was light and the clouds were light, and the sound of the pine vil was faint. The high trees are towering in the sky, and the mountains are clear.

He turned around and sat down, held the piano on his lap, gently relaxed his long arms, and played another song. The expression is clear and far away.

The mountains are towering and the clouds are dust-free.

The vegetation is clear and fragrant, and it is suitable for this good day.

Lin Jian is a god.

But singing over and over again, my heart gradually became melancholy. And the sound of the piano from the sky has already ended at this time, and only the sound of the jade clear is buzzing, and the song is endless. The stream under the pavilion went away, and the wind was getting colder and colder.