Chapter 4 singing

Last night at the Chinese and Western Music and Song and Dance Conference, the three clear songs of "Chinese and Western Sizhu Harmony" really fascinated me. It was like a morning in late spring, when the drizzle of falling rain silently sprinkled on my face, causing Moisturizing, relaxed feeling.A fresh breeze moves my sleeves like a lover's breath on my hands.After the drizzle, it felt like a thin layer of emulsifiable cream was applied on an alum stone path I built; it became smoother and more lovely when I stepped on it. ①The drizzle is like ox hair, which is called "drizzle" in Yangzhou.

This is in the garden.All the flowers are still dreaming of them.The light rain secretly washes away their dirt, and their sweet and soft luster is automatically glowing.Under the washed away glamour, I can see the quiet red, desolate purple, and wry white and green hidden deep in them when there is sunlight.What used to be beautiful in front of my eyes now has a gloomy color. ——Is it worrying about Fangchun's rest?Is it feeling Fangchun's sleepiness? Probably because of the heavy rain, there was no fragrant fragrance in the garden.The trickling east wind brings only the scent of hungry flowers; with the smell of damp grass and the taste of soil.In the fields and swamps outside the garden, fresh steam from newly planted seedlings, young wheat, and shady willows is sent from time to time.These, though not sweet, stimulated my nose strongly and gave me a pleasant languor.

Behold, that is all that is in the song: I listened with my ears, and with my eyes, nose, tongue, and body; and I sang with my heart.I was at last seized by a healthy paralysis.So for the song all.From then on, only singing and listening to the song alone; there is only singing in the world. November 3, 1921, Shanghai. (Originally published on November 5, 1921 in "Current Affairs News· Xuedeng Supplement")