This year I started to hear into the music. When I listen to music in college, can be said that the lapping. Later efforts toward becoming impetuous, only listen to pop music in the car, and heard just forget.
Erhu when I was very familiar with the small.
When the first form, the township put er-movie theater, only to see the poster I was appreciated. Because there is no money, no time. Almost half of my junior high school farm, and study.
Strange to say, I love eighties. When dead trees that sprout like flowers in China, ancient old, revealed in a fresh start. Although the system is still centralized, but the new stuff also pass through rural radio. At that time, rural radio broadcast each day, once early in the evening, with news, music appreciation.
Extreme poverty in the era of ordinary people can listen to music news, can not but due to this.
Erhu, I was at home after school often hear, and then not much work, but are classic. In addition, although I despise the film, but by students of comics, the Bing and deeds of the heart to understand and experience the.
This is the first song I listened carefully all spring, summer autumn and winter. I have no time now deep, not frequently think about what the meaning. But I know that is the instrument Erhu, Erhu is the language, I simply listen to it carefully it wants.
The music, erhu song, the moon like water over the crash in my heart. I feel Bing heart share of unspeakable sadness. He is highly artistic way, winding through the dial instruments and fingers shown. I feel no compassion Taichetaiwu vague it is impossible to reach such a state.
I was one night in Beijing’s streets, heard a wandering artist in the Latin Spring Bathed in Moonlight, and Latin America is very accurate, but very sad. So I’ll know the essential difference between entertainers and artists: the Bing’s sad sadness already Apprehension, as Miao mountains rock Samuume light with the plum blossom branches, that bitter cold fragrance, How can it be seen ordinary people could be heard. The street for fear that ordinary people do not know its sad artist, character does not exist already.
I believe that describing the moon’s music, no more than Bing was. The text description of the moon, would not have had more than Anthology. This is how I often Anthology article when the music to listen to Bing’s music when the article to read.
Their work is certainly a valuable heritage of mankind.
I inadvertently discovered that a good many Chinese literature and art from the extreme south, especially in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Although I am not used to this area of morals, that is, between people, some real and apathy. But, precisely, this land that free and natural spirits, after their state are increased, but given splendor.
I remember that prostitutes in South Du also, but instead a son, brother or even the final run away love and huge suicide. Every time I hear this song Du Storytelling and Ballad Singing, that they will shock.
Ziqing Bing is undoubtedly representative of Jiangnan literati, their spirit permeates the south of the natural beauty of customs. In other words, the north China is no one can create such works.