A song "Xinjiang Spring" At that time, a song "Xinjiang Spring" could be admitted to the violin major of the Central Conservatory of Music. A tall and slender boy with a large luggage bag slung across his shoulders, followed his elder brother who had left home in the early years, and entered Shanghai, leaving a tall and gloomy house behind. The noon sun stung his eyes, which were a pair of eyes that had been in the dark for a long time. They were cat-like in the dark, but dim and bewildered in the light.His face was pale, unevenly sunburned, and sickly flushed. The tall and burly elder brother went straight forward, as if the crowd would automatically move away when they got in front of the elder brother.But he always collides with others, and he can never become the winner in the collision, and is finally squeezed out and let aside.So he can never walk in a straight line.The elder brother couldn't find him when he looked back, but when he found him, he grabbed his hand.His slender fingers were tightly held by his elder brother's broad and warm palm, and he felt a sense of security just now.He looked at his elder brother gratefully, with a lot of gratitude in his heart, but because of his shyness, he didn't say a word. His hand was in his warm grasp, feeling happy and embarrassed at the same time, sweating slightly.

The eldest brother held his brother's fingers pitifully, long and thin but strong, with a round belly covering the short clipped nails. "It's a pair of good hands for playing the violin." He said in his heart, and squeezed that hand tightly again. The hand was humble and shy and motionless.He couldn't help being moved.He thought of the austere house in his hometown, the grandfather who was always sitting upright in the middle of the hall, his eyes shining sharply on both sides of his hooked nose; in the courtyard surrounded by high walls, his father drifted by silently like the wind ;The figure of the mother who is bent by hard work is moving in every darkest corner; a group of silent or noisy siblings, all have cat-like eyes that are bright at night and dim at day...

"Are you tired?" He turned his head and asked his brother, his voice was extremely loud, dispelling the humble and trivial voices from all around. "I'm not tired." He replied softly, his local accent passing by like a song. The eldest brother smiled: "Talk when you are tired." "Okay." He answered with lowered eyes, and tried to keep up with his strong brother with his two feet in round-cut black cloth shoes. They got on the tram.The tram drove along the track, bustling away.He sat apart from his elder brother.Across the aisle.Later, a seat was vacant next to the elder brother, and he wanted to go there and sit with the elder brother.But he couldn't make up his mind, he was afraid that before he got there, the car would drive again, he was afraid that he would fall down, and he was very shy.When his elder brother left home, he was only three years old. All he knew was that his elder brother went to Shanghai to study art, and somehow went to northern Jiangsu, to the New Fourth Army, to the Xin'an tour group, and then to Shanghai, but he played the violin.Later, he went back home, stayed at home for only three days, and brought him out.Eldest brother is like a stranger to him, but, maybe because of blood relationship, he loves elder brother from the bottom of his heart, wants to get close to him, but is timid.He didn't dare to look at his elder brother, and turned his shoulder to look at the scenery outside the opposite window.There were so many people and so many things, his eyes were dazzled, and his eyes couldn't catch a single object. All the people and things merged into a colorful river, flowing through his eyes, and the sun shone blindingly.Although it was only one night and one morning, the mansion and everything in it were the same as in the previous life.As if he was recalling his previous life, he saw his grandfather's hooked nose in a trance but clearly, as if he was about to peck at something. It separated the two eyes that were close together, and the eyes moved separately, and they could no longer get along with each other. up.He saw his mother, who hung a small cloth bag around his neck, which contained five yuan.Her hand touched his sharp collarbone, and the sharp collarbone touched her soft hand.He could no longer brush that touch away.

"Get out of the car." The eldest brother's voice pierced through the moaning voice of a mosquito, making him shiver. He stood behind his big brother's wall-like back and waited for the car to stop, feeling slightly nervous, afraid that he would not be able to jump out of the car before the door closed.He stared at the car door and tightened the straps of the luggage that slung across his shoulders across where his mother touched them. The car door closed behind him, and before he could catch his breath, the eldest brother had already started walking.No one can stop Big Brother, but someone will always bump him.Seeing someone coming straight here, he made a gesture of retreating in advance, and that person pushed him away confidently.He dodged a curved route, afraid of losing his eldest brother.And the eldest brother always walks in front so conspicuously that even people who are as tall as him look short.The eldest brother was already waiting at the entrance of an alley, looking towards him, with anxiety and concern in his eyes.He has a sore nose.

The Yellow Sea, which is connected to the East China Sea, has a calm and shallow bay mouth, and a city is located.The city is facing the sea, with mountains on its back. The mountains are not high or big, but they have stories.People in the city know that Lisun Dasheng's hometown is this mountain.There are rumors in the city that that year, a scholar went to Beijing to take the exam but failed in Sun Shan. On the way back, he finally felt ashamed to see Jiangdong's elders, so he lived in seclusion in this mountain.This man was very ugly, with a pockmarked face, ashamed to see others, spent his days on the mountain, eating wild fruits, drinking mountain springs, playing chess alone with a chessboard carved on the stone to relieve boredom, still unable to pass the time, he couldn't help thinking wildly, and did this. Unprecedented and legendary through the ages.Books are made on paper and can be spread far away with the wind; but mountains are born in the ground and cannot be moved by an inch.Therefore, many people think that the Water Curtain Cave of Huaguo Mountain was created by literati nonsense, but unexpectedly the mountain is a real mountain, abandoned in a small depression on the Yellow Sea, only accessible by small boats.The train has to sit in North Xuzhou before it can go out in all directions.Few people go out, few people go in, and the people of a city are surrounded by mountains and rivers, multiplying very lively, with many births and few deaths.Adopting a son and raising a daughter, men and women come and go like flowers.It's just that the clothes are always new from time to time, and I dress myself in thousands of ways according to the appearance of visitors from North Xuzhou.

In Jingu Lane in the east of the city, a girl was born a few years ago, her cries were loud and crisp, like singing.There was a cloud of pink on the little face, and everyone said that it was rare to see such a beautiful baby.But he also said that it is not surprising that such a place, such a woman gave birth to such a charming daughter.The girl just sang and cried. Three hundred miles to the west from the veritable Huaguo Mountain, there is a small town called Xinxin.It is so small that it can only be regarded as a county, but it is a new county.There are a lot of outsiders, and they speak Mandarin with a southern accent and a northern accent.Obviously it is close to the Yellow Sea, but it is called Qinghai. Not to mention the same name as Qinghai Province in the northwest, it is not worthy of the name.

There is a theater troupe in the city, who sing Nan Bangzi, eat at their own expense, and live in a small courtyard, where they play, play, sing, eat and drink. To the north of the courtyard is a forest of miscellaneous trees. Every day in the woods there is an erhu singing like weeping. The eldest brother gave him an hour of music theory and ear training lessons every day.He remembered Le Li very quickly, as long as it was told to him, he would never forget it. He memorized all the strings of terms in Latin letters, which surprised his elder brother.His ears are also good. After two months, there is no chord that escaped him. Even if he accidentally dropped a bowl, he can still press the pitch of the broken bowl on the piano.Even if he refused to sing, his face was flushed from holding back, and tears welled up, but he couldn't spit it out.His sister-in-law, who had sung mezzo-soprano, played the piano for him and gently advised him to relax.He was doubly tense.The eldest brother got angry and told him that if he didn't pass the entrance examination to the middle school attached to the Conservatory of Music, he had no choice but to go home.He lowered his head, his slender fingers curled up, and just about to make a fist, they loosened and hung down.There was a flush of red in the pads of the fingers, and then faded to pale.Then, he was only willing to sing in a low voice and had to hold his breath to listen.The voice is a bit hoarse, but never out of tune, and after listening to it for a long time, you will be distracted.