Xu Tianyi, Class 67, Shi Mei Primary School, Changshu City
"At the foot of Yucheng pillow, seven streams are like strings." Changshu, an ancient city, has a special karma with guqin. Seven streams in the city are arranged horizontally and flow into the main river in the north-south direction, just like an guqin. Growing up in such an environment, I unconsciously fell in love with Guqin and was fascinated by its mystery and solemnity. During the summer vacation from the second day to the third day, my mother invited a teacher for me, and my piano learning career began.
At the beginning, Teacher Yin only taught me two fingering methods, namely "hook" and "pick", and asked me to practice 200 times a day. On the first day and the second day, I was still playing seriously, but on the third day, I felt that learning guqin was too boring and shouted "I don't want to learn". My mother frowned at once and said sternly, "Xu Tianyi, how many days have you studied guqin? You're going to give up after studying for two days? Didn't you swear before you learned the piano that you would learn it well in the future? Do whatever you want, including playing the piano! If you can't insist on this, then don't learn. " After listening to my mother's words, I silently walked into the study, played the piano seriously and made up my mind to stick to it.
After several classes, Teacher Yin decided to teach me to press the strings. Press the strings tightly with a piece of meat on the right side of your thumb, and then drag. I dragged it gently as required. Oh, it really hurts! You know, strings are like steel wires. Can it be painless to pull the steel wire with meat? It seems that there is a sharp knife cutting my finger hard. My fingers are connected and my heart is hurting. I stopped to have a rest. Teacher Yin said, "Go on, keep playing the piano, and it doesn't hurt to sharpen calluses." I have to continue practicing the piano. I endured the pain and tears swirled in my eyes. "psst!" I couldn't help crying. I looked down and my fingers were bleeding! Seeing my finger bleeding, Teacher Yin told me to stop, but still told me to practice more every day. I woke up the next morning and found calluses on my hands!
Now, I have studied piano for three years. In the process of learning guqin, I felt the profoundness of guqin culture. I met Ruan Ji, a drunken, pretentious and angry wit, in "A Drunken Man's Toddle". In "Phoenix Begging for Phoenix", I first heard the eternal story that Sima Xiangru used the piano to find his bosom friend Zhuo Wenjun more than two thousand years ago. I know that the moonlight in Guan Shanyue shines on the soldiers guarding the border, which is desolate; The moonlight in "Introduction to Night" is faint, pouring on people like water, bringing people a beautiful night; The moonlight in autumn wind poems is sad, because the person I like is far away ... Every time I play a piano piece, I will experience a spiritual exchange with the ancients. (article reading network:)
Looking back carefully, during the three years of studying piano, there were tears, laughter, joy and nervousness ... I was not only edified by art and tempered by will, but also felt the infinite charm and profound connotation of China traditional culture.
2. I love Guqin's composition of 500 words. Different music forms usually come from different cultures. If baroque music is a symbol of western classicism and rock music is a product of fast food culture, then I am afraid that only the guqin of Yu Boya and Zhong Ziqi can represent the 5,000-year-old culture of China. Listen carefully to the sound of guqin plucking strings, and a deep but floating feeling will immediately occupy your heart, as if all the noise has gone away and only the soul is being baptized.
It can almost be said that what Guqin has entrusted is the inexhaustible classical culture of Chinese sons and daughters for thousands of years. This cultural accumulation also determines the elegance of guqin. Wandering in the music of guqin, you seem to hear Confucius' voice under the apricot altar, Laozi's argument in Xiguan, Sun Wu's roar on the Yangtze River, and Han Fei's orders in Xianyang. Everything is like a song, but it is inseparable from the accompaniment of guqin. China's ancient culture, accompanied by guqin, has been sung to this day with twists and turns.
But now, I can't hear the accompanying songs. The songs of China ancient culture have been buried in other colorful music with the accompaniment of Guqin. Rap, rock and hip-hop occupy people's hearing field, and the faint sound of guqin is drowned in the foreign music that covers the sky.
I choose to stay in my memory and continue to travel with the songs of ancient culture and the accompaniment of guqin. Every now and then, like Fan Zhongyan, I say helplessly, "Weiss, who are we going home with?" Unfortunately, no one cares. When the sound of guqin in headphones is drowned out by the music outside, I will go back to the pure land of ancient culture I built and listen to the ancient culture singing to me in ancient times. When a flood of sarcasm and ridicule came to my face, I had to chat with * * on the pretext of Nietzsche's "Go your own way, regardless of what others say". A local writer said that memories are poisonous, which is probably the case-I, who can only listen to ancient culture singing, is out of step with the times.
The last guqin can no longer sing for the world-it wants to sing, but it is beaten black and blue by reality. Maybe the songs of ancient culture have been blowing in the wind? Or has it been swept out of the mainstream by the waves in River of No Return? Or is it like the sunset that is about to set in the west-in the end, you can only gently sprinkle the beautiful afterglow with blood on the ground, and then fall into deep darkness?
I don't know. But this song will always ring in my heart and will never die, because I, like that arrogant me, will never give in to the big stream.
Finally, Guqin, may you have the opportunity to sow your voice into this world again and let it bloom again.
Poetic songs
It rained heavily from the sky and a music festival began. Raindrops wash away the complexity and noise of the world with songs, and a firm figure stands by the river. ...
Less than three months after you left the fallen Yingdu, your sideburns have turned white. In exile in Jiangnan, your thoughts are still condensed on your king and your people. Even if the environment here is quiet, you can sing in poetry. Even if there are flowers and plants you love here, you can praise them with poems, but you still care about your people and your king. Under the oil lamp, there is always a dignified breath in the air-so firm and persistent.
You sing and feel the river wind at the turn of autumn and winter when crossing the Hunan River. You have been to the morning sun and looked up at the towering peaks-if it weren't for midnight in the pavilion, there would be no sunrise and moon. But no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it will still cause you to sigh-sigh that my life is not satisfactory, and you are once again exiled and sad in the melody.
You eulogize the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, wormwood is refreshing, and birds fly freely. The coachman galloped away in the distance, and you were haunted by dreams. You couldn't help singing-My king, please take a horse and gallop to my doffer first.
Numerous speeches are piling up, and your songs keep expelling indignation in your poems. Your words tell me that although you are faithful and suspicious, you believe and see that you have been slandered, but you still miss your king and your people, so determined. You wander in poetic songs, bend down, pick a tender grass and leave your sadness in the melody.
3. I love Guqin composition 400, my beautiful home.
Everyone has a beautiful home in his heart. The beautiful home in my heart is a clean, environmentally friendly and beautiful mountain village.
Looking around, in the sky washed clean by rain, there are a few white clouds floating, and a large rape flower in the distance is happily absorbing the gift given by the earth-rain. There are birds in the trees here, cows in the field in front, herders next to the cows, and farmhouses in the field on the left. Together, these scenes seem to be a huge rural picture.
There should be clear ponds, towering peaks, dense forests and hardworking and simple people in the countryside.
There are even rice fields in the countryside where cattle work.
When the sun is about to set, when you go out for a walk, you can see people in the countryside eating dinner: some people sit on stone benches in the yard to eat, while others set tables and chairs in their own yards to eat and have a good time. The rosy clouds on the horizon, the evening breeze, the homing birds on the horizon and the people in the countryside have merged into a natural, harmonious and beautiful pastoral scenery.
However, now, because people don't care about our homeland, they still throw away white garbage, and the number of chemical enterprises is increasing, so wastewater, waste gas and waste residue can't be effectively treated. Another point is that human beings cut down trees at will, resulting in less water and fewer trees on our earth; There are fewer and fewer animals; The grass is gone; Clear rivers, green forests and blue skies have all disappeared without a trace, which has caused great damage to our earth. It is a terrible thing to let us live in a polluted environment.
Let's protect the polluted earth together. Please don't pollute our earth again. I believe that human beings can do it.
Let's start from childhood and join hands to protect the environment around us and protect our home!
4. Guqin Dream Composition It is a guqin, a good guqin-the wood of rosewood is engraved with simple dark lines, the rounded shape is so beautiful, and the smooth strings are still shining, but they never ring.
It lies quietly in front of the window, watching its companions change again and again, but always waiting for its master. Spring goes to Qiu Lai, flowers bloom and flowers fall ... Finally, one day, a young pianist comes-this man is wearing a simple robe, with a bun on his head and a handsome face.
The pianist looked at the piano shop for a week, and his eyes stayed in the corner of the crooked guqin. His eyes lit up, as if he saw the connotation aura of xylophone through thick dust. After all, the dust that has been cultivated for many years has not stopped the pianist's eyes. He walked slowly, carefully took it out, his hands trembled with joy, gently brushed the dust off it, hugged it and stroked the tight strings on it.
For many years, I was fondled for the first time, but I never thought it would play such a divine comedy-heavy bass, mellow alto and hearty treble. Every note is so round and full, and the length of each syllable is just right. While listening, I felt that heaven and earth were spinning and gradually converging, and suddenly two phoenixes jumped out of chaos. One is silver, the other is gold, flying all over with tassels, and then gradually closing, turning into a golden waterfall rushing down from a height, gradually thinning and slowing down, becoming a gurgling stream ..... People are immersed in meditation.
At the end of the song, the pianist bought the piano, left the music shop, stopped traveling, lived in seclusion, became friends with the piano and kept company with calligraphy and painting. As a result, the beautiful piano music reverberates in the depths of the jungle all day long, sometimes cheerful, sometimes sad, sometimes distant, sometimes short, different, but similar to each other, and any capital can become a peerless masterpiece, which is the essence.
With the growth of the pianist's age, the patterns carved on the rosewood on the guqin gradually faded, and the pianist knew that he could no longer accompany his old friends. He took this guqin, trembling and stroking the pattern on it. He thought that he had no children and daughters to rely on all his life, only a lyre and a set of Four Treasures of the Study to accompany him all his life. He thought he had left life in melodious tunes, but he wanted to let go. How could he give up? How painful! Only this piano is hard to give up.
As described in Bai Juyi's poem, "Seven strings are friends and two ears are bosom friends. Peace of mind is silence, and there is no ancient or modern in the middle. Only Qin is a friend who can relieve worries.
Who will inherit this skill in the turbulent society outside the forest? Is your life's hard work going up in smoke? With a sigh, he burst into tears and held Guqin tighter. He wiped his tears, put his fingertips on the strings and played hard, making a sad song, such as sniffing tears, singing, desolate and sad.
Every movement is long and trembling, slightly noisy but without losing its style, from static to dynamic, combining dynamic and static, and suddenly the fingertips play fast and the notes are numb. This song is very long, but there are no repeated syllables. When someone listened, tears flashed.
Suddenly, with a bang, the strings broke, and the sound of the piano came to an abrupt end, leaving only the echo and the shaking of the strings. The pianist held the broken guqin and suddenly felt extremely sad. He sighed and ran to the grave, leaving half a life of regret. Looking out of the window, it was windy and rainy, yellow flowers fell, empty, bright and haggard.
..... The piano player finally played this unfinished piece, but he didn't find anyone to inherit it after all. No one can understand the mystery and the state of mind of the pianist at that time.
Sad and clear, sad and sad, is empty after all. No one can tell its connotation, express its incomparable language in words and reproduce its glory.
As a result, the pianist's unfinished elegy is called a swan song by those who can never understand it. The first day of Shengli No.1 Middle School in Dongying City: oranges with wings.
5. The sixth grade Chinese Unit 8 composition (writing and playing the guzheng) I learned to play the guzheng. Among a wide range of interests, my favorite instrument is the guzheng ... Speaking of it, people may feel both familiar and unfamiliar. After all, it is a national musical instrument with a long history and lasting appeal in China. In addition to the western musical instrument-piano, guzheng, an instrument with ancient civilization in China, is mine. ". When I first came into contact with guzheng, my heart was filled with joy, because I could finally learn the instrument I had always dreamed of! The first time I touched the strings with my hands and learned to play the guzheng, my mood was so comfortable, so cheerful and so "surging"! When I learned to play ancient songs with beautiful rhymes, such as Mountain Flowing Water, Romance of the West Chamber, Qiu Si on the Dressing Table and Ballad of the Great Wall, I was so elated, beaming and dancing! How much I like playing guzheng! But, who knows how hard I practice! I still remember that in order to practice the fingering of the song "Fishing boats sing late", I can press the strings with my fingers and can afford to press them! Because guqin is pronounced according to the fingering of strings, I must press the strings with all my strength! "It's not hard enough. Press it quickly. It's too difficult, it's out of tune! ""Well ... "I will never forget every word of Guzheng teacher, because I must learn it well, I will! Because I like it so much! So I can't "adjust myself" ... Another time, I didn't know where the melody came from, and I played a song "The Great Wall Ballad" on a whim. I still remember the majesty of the Great Wall and the magnificence of mountains and rivers. Feel the melody when playing, as if the Great Wall is in front of you! China's magnificent mountains and rivers are just around the corner! What a beautiful scenery! At this time, I seem to be in the mountains, listening to birds singing and feeling melodious. The wonderful piano sound puts me in the picturesque scenery ... After a song "The Ballad of the Great Wall", I put on some emotional music, such as flower girl, jasmine, fishing boat singing late and so on. It's like going back to that time, all kinds of feelings, and the little girl's sadness. The rhyme full of ancient music gives me infinite emotion! The ancient sound of guzheng will give me a hope. I hope the mountains and rivers of the motherland can be so magnificent with the sound of the piano! I love playing the guzheng, the magnificent mountains and rivers of the motherland, and China, an ancient civilization full of ancient songs.
6. Unique composition topic: Guqin Yucheng pillow foothills, seven streams like strings. "
Changshu, an ancient city, has a special karma with guqin. Seven streams in the city are arranged horizontally and flow into the main river in the north-south direction, just like an guqin. Growing up in such an environment, I unconsciously fell in love with Guqin and was fascinated by its mystery and solemnity.
During the summer vacation from the second day to the third day, my mother invited a teacher for me, and my piano learning career began. At the beginning, Teacher Yin only taught me two fingering methods, namely "hook" and "pick", and asked me to practice 200 times a day.
On the first day and the second day, I was still playing seriously, but on the third day, I felt that learning guqin was too boring and shouted "I don't want to learn". My mother frowned at once and said sternly, "Xu Tianyi, how many days have you studied guqin? You're going to give up after studying for two days? Didn't you swear before you learned the piano that you would learn it well in the future? Do whatever you want, including playing the piano! If you can't insist on this, then don't learn. " After listening to my mother's words, I silently walked into the study, played the piano seriously and made up my mind to stick to it.
After several classes, Teacher Yin decided to teach me to press the strings. Press the strings tightly with a piece of meat on the right side of your thumb, and then drag. I dragged it gently as required. Oh, it really hurts! You know, strings are like steel wires. Can it be painless to pull the steel wire with meat? It seems that there is a sharp knife cutting my finger hard. My fingers are connected and my heart is hurting.
I stopped to have a rest. Teacher Yin said, "Go on, keep playing the piano, and it doesn't hurt to sharpen calluses." I have to continue practicing the piano. I endured the pain and tears swirled in my eyes.
"psst!" I couldn't help crying. I looked down and my fingers were bleeding! Seeing my finger bleeding, Teacher Yin told me to stop, but still told me to practice more every day. I woke up the next morning and found calluses on my hands! Now, I have studied piano for three years.
In the process of learning guqin, I felt the profoundness of guqin culture. I met Ruan Ji, a drunken, pretentious and angry wit, in "A Drunken Man's Toddle". In "Phoenix Begging for Phoenix", I first heard the eternal story that Sima Xiangru used the piano to find his bosom friend Zhuo Wenjun more than two thousand years ago.
I know that the moonlight in Guan Shanyue shines on the soldiers guarding the border, which is desolate; The moonlight in "Introduction to Night" is faint, pouring on people like water, bringing people a beautiful night; The moonlight in autumn wind poems is sad, because the person I like is far away ... Every time I play a piano piece, I will experience a spiritual exchange with the ancients. Looking back carefully, during the three years of studying piano, there were tears, laughter, joy and nervousness ... I was not only edified by art and tempered by will, but also felt the infinite charm and profound connotation of China traditional culture.