When going back, Qin Ling walked in front of Shen Long. She had a tall figure, a long neck, narrow shoulders, a slender waist, and long legs. She walked like a willow supported by a weak wind. Such a girl should live in a city and live a good life. The prosperous days of BMW and luxury cars are incompatible with the surrounding desolate Loess Plateau.

What is needed here is a aunt with big hands and feet, who can work on the cooking table and go to the fields, and can give birth to babies one after another. But in Shen Long's eyes, this kind of girl is more in line with his aesthetics.

Looking at her back, Shen Long's heart moved slightly. He was about to speak, but Qin Ling spoke first, "I thought about the song you sang many times last night, and I always felt that it was very different from the previous folk songs of northern Shaanxi. It’s the same, but it’s naturally very consistent with the Loess Plateau.”

"Northern Shaanxi folk songs have an inherent sense of sadness, which is a person's helplessness in facing suffering, flowing naturally from the depths of the soul." Shen Long copied Zhong Yuemin's words in the original work.

"The saint's sermon was missing here..." Qin Ling turned around with soft eyes, "During the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty, Wang Peifen, a great scholar, came to Shaanxi for inspection. After the inspection, he wrote an article called "Seven Brushstrokes". From the mountains and landforms to the basic necessities of life, Shaanxi It’s totally useless.”

"Thousands of miles of travel, hundreds of days of endless mountains and rivers, bald and steep mountains, fierce tigers and wolves roaring in the water, willow catkins blowing in April, mountains and rivers without beauty, strong winds rising, it is difficult to distinguish between dusk and day, so the colorful purple and red strokes are drawn... The sand dunes outside the Great Wall , the Tatar Hui tribe is dense, described as pigs and dogs, with a temperament like a horse or an ox, their words are always inseparable, how can they talk about politeness, the saint’s sermons missed this part, so the etiquette, justice, integrity and shame are all mentioned. Although I feel uncomfortable after reading it. It’s comfortable, but I have to admit that a lot of it is true.”

"Haha, this kind of person is not worthy of being an official. From ancient times, he has no benevolence and lacks compassion for the people; from today's perspective, he has no basic sympathy for the working people; in the future, when Guangxu came to Shaanxi for refuge in the Gengzi Year , Ding Xikui, the magistrate of Jingbian County, went to complain to the emperor, and Guangxu declared that the "Seven-stroke Gou" memorial was invalid, and demoted Wang Peifen to the rank of seventh-rank county magistrate. It can be said that he deserved it." This article is very famous in the original work, and Shen Long even checked it out. background.

"Corresponding to this is Huang Pei, the magistrate of Dingbian County during the Jiaqing period. During his tenure, he "traveled to the border areas and drove wherever he went. He witnessed the smoke in his deserted village, the depression of his household registration, the lack of registration every year, and the unemployment of many people. This is the attitude that a conscientious official should have. Officials like Wang Peifen who abuse, humiliate and abandon the people are rare." As a high-ranking official, he couldn't help but sympathize with all kinds of misfortunes, and instead wrote The article is ironic, such people are simply shameless to the extreme.

"Even though they are in harsh mountains and rivers, even though they are suffering a lot, the people on the Loess Plateau have maintained a positive attitude for thousands of years, fighting against the sky and the earth, and they still live tenaciously here... Strong winds all year round It became a song in their mouths." The topic returned to songs.

"I have only watched "Seven Strokes of Hook", but I didn't know there were so many stories behind it." Qin Ling murmured, isn't the man in front of him the same as those people in northern Shaanxi who regard strong wind as a song? Even from the bustling capital city Even when I came to the desolate northwest, I did not change the pride in my heart.

"Haha, speaking of "Seven-stroke Gou", there is another interesting thing. In fact, "Seven-stroke Gou" was not the first creation of this great scholar Wang. In the late Ming Dynasty, monk Fu Hong of Yunqi Temple in Hangzhou also wrote an article called "Seven-stroke Gou". 》, 'The kindness is heavy on the hill, and the five tripods and three animals are not enough recompense. Only when the family is separated from the dirt, can the son's way be achieved. Well, the great cause of birth, how to analyze the ordinary love? Filial sons and virtuous grandsons, like to pursue the truth. Therefore, the five-color gold seal is written in one stroke Hook... Summer and spring outings, there is a lot of fun in the song and dance hall. The mist and rain are lost in the flowers and willows, and relatives and friends are entertained with chess and wine. Well, the romantic eyes are showing off, and they have died after death. It is a pity that the time is empty, and I look back. Therefore, I hook up the romantic feelings.' No matter the concept or the writing, it’s so much higher than what Wang Dajun wrote!”

"So, the romantic feelings can be crossed out in one stroke... It has a Buddhist sense of seeing through the world." Qin Ling silently recited the article recited by Shen Long. Can the romantic feelings really be crossed out in one stroke?

"Haha, whether it's a monk's article or a college student's article, just read it, and you'll be a fool if you take it seriously. The mountains and rivers of northern Shaanxi may not be colorful, and the romantic feelings may not be in vain; now we are all in a good age, and we should be more active and high-spirited Some are." Shen Long laughed.

"Well, whether it's the southeast wind or the northwest wind, it's my song, my song..." Qin Ling nodded and sang the song Shen Long sang yesterday.

After finishing singing, Qin Ling shook his head and smiled, "My voice is still too soft, not suitable for singing such a heroic song."

"A bold voice has the advantage of being bold, and a soft voice is suitable for soft songs. I sang this song yesterday just because I have a broken voice and can't sing softly." Shen Long also laughed.

"What other songs do you know? Let's sing another one and listen to it?" Qin Ling became interested. It had been a long time since anyone had talked about music with her so happily. She wanted to listen to a few more songs.

"Let me think about it." Shen Long raised his eyes and looked around. Now they were walking on the mountain ridge. From a distance, they could see people herding sheep in the ditch opposite. These days, Qinling, in addition to helping on the stove, occasionally I led the sheep in the village to graze, and when I thought of the Qinling people driving the sheep with a whip, a very famous folk song came out.

"In that distant place,

There is a good girl,

People passed her counting house,

They all look back with nostalgia;

Her pink smile,

Like a red sun,

Her beautiful eyes,

Like the bright moon at night;

I would abandon my possessions,

Go with her to herd the sheep;

Looking into her moving eyes every day,

and that beautiful gold-trimmed garment;

I would like to be a lamb,

sit next to her,

I wish she would hold a thin leather whip,

Keep hitting me lightly;

I wish she would hold a thin leather whip,

Keep hitting me lightly."

When singing this song, Shen Long couldn't help but think about whether there was a young man named Jin Bo in a nearby county who looked towards Qinghai every day and sang this song until he burst into tears. Spring; Calculate the time and direction, "The Ordinary World" seems to be a story of this era and around here.

"Wang Luobin's "In That Distant Place"." This song was composed by Wang Luobin, the king of western songs, in the Jinyintan grassland of Qinghai in 1939. It was famous before liberation, and Qinling Mountains had naturally heard it.
Chapter completed!