dhibooks Chapter 37 2 Poem
Chapter 37 2 Poem
In the middle of the night, the heat gradually subsided, and it was a good time to fall asleep.
On this side, Liu Qiaoyang tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, thinking about how to reveal Qingying's identity early.The spy who was kidnapped by me... I don't know what happened to Luo Rujing...
On the other hand, Ziqing also tossed and turned, unable to sleep.He simply got up, took the piano and went to the yard.
At that time, the moonlight in the lotus pond, the dark fragrance floats, the willow branches support the wind, and the sparse shadows are mottled.
Ziqing sat in front of the piano and looked up at the moon, but when he saw the crescent moon in the sky like water, spreading its clear light, he felt a little cold in his heart, so he couldn't help murmuring:
"I can't ask for it, love is farewell, and Mingyue can't understand lovesickness."
Immediately, he bowed his head and lowered his eyebrows, and his slender hands lightly moved on the strings and plucked slowly, the sound of the piano was clear and resentful.
"There is no fate in life, and love seems to be insane. The evening wind laughs at me for being unresponsive."
There was a sneer on Qingjun's face, and the sadness was better than loneliness.The fingers floating in the moonlight dexterously staggered out a piece of sadness and a few sounds of mourning.He heard him read quietly again:
"Snow in June, tears in the fire, flowers withered before they bloomed."
At this time, the sound of the zither turned slowly, indescribably lamenting, endlessly desolate.He suddenly stopped holding the piano, slowly raised his head, stared at the sky, the moonlight shone into his bright eyes, and his pulse was flickering, then he lifted his lips and sighed:
"Hate Youyou, when will you rest, who will you tell me about this life's insanity?"
Immediately, he buried his head and played the piano, twirling lightly and picking it quickly, which taught people to feel resentful, infatuated, intoxicated, and heartbroken after hearing it...
Another person was seen in the courtyard, flicking his sleeves lightly, leaning over slowly, stepping on the moon and dancing, dancing in chorus, with a smart and graceful posture, and light and poignant steps.
A piece of piano, a pair of people, play a melody to express your thoughts, and dance a song with twists and turns.
After the dance at the end of the song, most of the resentment in my heart has gone, Ziqing looked at the person in front of him, and said softly: "It's easy to make piano music, but it's hard to find a friend. Thank you, Miss Mingyan, for accompanying Ziqing in the dance."
Ming Yan hid her face and smiled, supporting her willow-like waist, staring at Ziqing with a pair of almond eyes: "Someone plays the piano in the middle of the night and disturbs people's sleep. I'm confused. Mr. Liu is really a talented person."
"I think Ziqing is not the only one who is talented. Mingyan, your dance is getting better and better." But Yu Xuefei came out gracefully from under the tree.
Unexpectedly, playing the piano in the middle of the night to express his grief caused everyone to quarrel. Ziqing was suddenly embarrassed, and quickly apologized: "Ziqing has overstepped, please forgive me, Miss Yu and Miss Mingyan."
Yu Xuefei smiled warmly when she heard the words: "Ziqing is too worried, you have learned the piano not long ago, but now you can play and sing freely, compared with most of the people in Qingcheng Pavilion." Looking at Mingyan at the side: "Why don't you come to play the piano for this October special, and Mingyan will dance with you, that's great."
Every year, Qingcheng Pavilion presents several carefully crafted special gifts to the people of the whole city. At that time, all the famous people in the city will come here admiringly, and it is very lively, like a grand ceremony.
When Ziqing suddenly heard that Yu Xuefei had entrusted him with such an important matter, she was shocked and was about to decline.However, Mingyan came over to support his arm, and happily said to Yu Xuefei, "Mingyan and Ziqing thank you, miss."
Saying goodbye to Yu Xuefei, she pulled Ziqing aside and muttered, talking about newcomers, new faces, emerging, becoming famous all over the world, etc...
Yu Xuefei looked at Ziqing's leaving back tenderly, then slowly raised her head, looking at the new moon in the sky.The moonlight shrouded Yu Xuefei like a dream.
That child can touch the string in my heart every time...
Seeing her lightly purse her red lips, she murmured:
The king is like the moon in the sky,
Refuse to take a picture.
A concubine is like a peach in a well,
To whom do flowers smile?
You were born and I was not born,
I was old when I was born.
Hate does not happen at the same time,
Good day to you.
... Fuliu's hands were itchy, and he wanted to write a poem. The first one was written by himself, and the rhythm was rather chaotic. The most important thing was that it fit Ziqing's mood at the time.The second song was copied from someone else, hereby declare...