Chapter 12 music valley

It is the hottest day in June. The golden sun is roasting the water of West Lake like a fire. The aroma of lotus and lotus leaves evaporates under the scorching sun. The wind blows from afar, blowing the lotus fragrance into every corner of Hangzhou corner.People in Hangzhou city, whether they are housewives, white-collar workers in the office, school children, or beggars squatting on the roadside, smell this fragrance, and they are all a little drunk. The "Flying Apsaras" chorus group is in the practice room—the members of the chorus group are very young. They wear short yellow feather skirts, like a group of orioles standing among the branches and leaves.They sang, and the pink song flew out of the window, and flew to the street full of plane trees, and the passers-by picked up the tune and sang it all the way away, taking the song far away .

It is said that June Day, with a baby face, the weather changes as soon as it changes.The sky was still clear just now, but in an instant, the clouds were densely covered, and a bolt of lightning like a golden snake quickly swam across the cloud curtain. on the pane. Qing Ping looked out the window, lost his mind while singing.Her thoughts went to the small pavilion in the middle of the West Lake.She is going there for an appointment this evening.I received that letter three days ago, and the letter said in a firm tone: "I really want to see you before I go abroad. On the evening of the third day of June, please be sure to wait for me at the Huxin Pavilion on the West Lake."

Qingping likes that boy whom he has never met.The third day of June is his birthday. But in such bad weather, would he come to the appointment from another city in the heavy rain?He won't forget this date! Over the years, she has always trusted him, and in Qingping's heart, he is a very special and important friend.When she made pen pals with him, she was a little girl who just knew how to write letters. He was also a little boy at that time, only one year older than her. They grew up together through correspondence!Now, she has become a big girl.He must be tall too... After singing the piece to be performed for the last time, the chorus disbanded.Qingping walked out of the karaoke room. At this time, the rain was over and the sky was clear. The setting sun was hanging on the willow leaves, which looked extraordinarily gorgeous and sentimental. The blue sky was broad and beautiful.Ping raised his head, took a deep breath, the air after the rain was exceptionally clean and fresh, the rich fragrance of lotus in midsummer permeated his heart, Qingping felt a lotus bone growing in his heart, and it was slowly opening petal by petal.

She walked all the way to the West Lake, and the willows beside the lake were soft and soft, like affectionate hands, tugging at her dress. Because it had just rained heavily, there were very few tourists at this time, and a rainbow bowed deeply, as if drinking from the lake. The West Lake at this moment is quiet and beautiful, really like a fairyland. Qingping walked all the way, walked into the center of the lake from the winding bridge, surrounded by lotus flowers, and the raindrops on the lotus leaves were crystal clear, shining brightly in the sun. The scenery was so beautiful, it was a bit unreal.

Qingping couldn't help singing a song - in this picturesque evening, it was too difficult for Qingping not to sing!Qingping sang a song of her own.The lyrics of this song are written by herself, and the music is the work of that boy.It was originally a sad little poem, written on a moonlit night, and she sent it to him after it was finished, and he composed a tune for it.This is a work that the two of them are very satisfied with, and it is also a secret between them. Out of a strange shyness, Qingping never sings in front of others—— Sing a beautiful song to see off the past time flows like water

Memories are filtered clear and sad My desire grows in sadness Hope to follow the rain, find heaven ... When the evening wind blows, the tall lotus flowers dance to the rhythm. "Hi, Qingping!" Someone called her.Qingping followed the voice and looked over, but there was no one there.However, on the lotus flower closest to her, a little girl's head the size of a jujube popped out, and she said: "Hi, Qingping! I'm the lotus elf." Qingping stopped singing and replied: "Hi! Lotus flower elf!" At this time, all the lotus elves ran out, one standing on each flower!They were all girls the size of jujubes, with red cheeks like petals, and two black eyes of crystal grapes looking around curiously, saying, "Hi, Qingping!"

"You are so beautiful and cute, can you sing?" Qingping asked. "No, no, please teach us to sing!" The lotus fairies answered in unison in the evening wind, their voices were extremely light, like many young girls singing softly in chorus. Qingping taught the elf to sing in the depths of the lotus, she sang, and the elf sang along.Amidst the fragrant singing, Qingping walked forward all the way, walking and walking, she came to the Huxin Pavilion, and a girl in a light blue skirt walked out of the pavilion. Hey, this girl looks very familiar!The dreamlike and unique style of the blue dress, and the rain-soaked eyebrows and eyes on her face, seemed to have been seen somewhere.

Qingping searched his memory for a while, but still couldn't figure out who she was. Is it a childhood friend?Maybe, which classmate is she a bit like? But which one?Qingping racked his brains and couldn't think of anything.At that moment, she felt as if she suddenly lost her memory. "Hi, Qingping!" "Hi..." Sure enough, she knew me, otherwise, how would she know my name? "Come with me, I'll take you to Music Valley." The girl warmly took her hand. "Music Valley?" Qingping had never been to Music Valley, but she followed the girl without thinking. She liked the place name "Music Valley" very much.

The girl walked in front, her body was extremely light and graceful, she didn't touch the ground when she walked, her body floated in the air as if weightless, completely effortless.She walks very fast.The evening wind blew up her skirt, somehow creating a very romantic atmosphere. Luoshen's Lingbo microsteps must be like this. Who is she? Qingping followed her closely, walked for a while, and suddenly felt that the surrounding scenery was very strange.She looked down, and was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat—it turned out that they had left the bridge of the West Lake and walked directly into the lake—the water of the West Lake had already wet her skirt.Qingping is afraid of water. She was timid when she was a child, and she hasn't learned how to swim until now.

"Ah, no, I will drown!" Qingping yelled, she felt that her body was sinking, and she was about to sink into the water. "Don't be afraid, come with me." The girl took her hand, and Qingping felt his body suddenly became lighter, she floated up like a feather, no, like a song. That's right, it's a song.At this moment, Qingping clearly felt that she was turning into a song, she felt that her heart was extremely beautiful, the lake in her heart was rippling, and the lotus flowers in the lake in her heart were blooming one after another, with a distant and elegant fragrance.

Then, this girl in a floral dress must also be a song... By this time they had crossed the twilight lake, and in front of them there was a grove of green willows.Qingping clearly remembered that there was indeed a row of willow trees planted on the shore of West Lake, but there had never been such a large willow forest. "This is the willow forest in the past." As if reading her mind, the girl explained to Qingping. "The willow grove in the past? That is to say, this beautiful wood has now disappeared?" "Yes. Just as the beautiful songs will be lost, so will the woods—however beautiful it may have been." "Ever? So, are you a lost song?" "That's right, I'm Song Fairy—but, I haven't disappeared yet... I'm the song you sang just now! You should be able to recognize it..." "The song we wrote is as beautiful as you! It's really great." Qingping was delighted when she heard it, and she thought of that boy again, he is a very talented boy. "Aren't you praising yourself!" Fairy Song laughed at Qingping. After passing through the willow forest, there is an open valley in front of it, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and gurgling water flows from the depths of the dense forest. Wherever the flowing water goes, there are brilliant mountain flowers blooming.Many springs converge, and a large lake is formed in the middle of the valley. The lake is clear and shimmering, and the grass grows in the shallow water, showing the vitality of midsummer everywhere. Song Xianzi walked in front, Qingping walked behind, all the way to the edge of the big lake, a group of women in gorgeous ancient costumes were playing in the depths of the lake.They must also be singers!Qingping remembered the legendary story of the Seven Fairies going down to take a bath. "Qingping come quickly!" A woman by the lake called her loudly. "Hey, here we come!" Qing Ping ran over in response - how wonderful it is to be here, to play among them, to be one of these beautiful women. Qingping walked into the water, and the cool water spread under her feet. She felt that her body was melting and disappearing, and her whole body became a song soul. She walked towards them, and they also walked towards her with smiles Come. "Qingping, please don't go down!" The girl in the blue skirt who brought her pulled her back to the shore. "If you go down, you can't come up again. It's a lake of forgotten water." "But they call me, how beautiful they are..." "No, just no! Look at her—" The girl pointed to a woman in ancient costume sitting by the water. The woman looked into the distance with a calm and sad expression, as if she was waiting for the return of her lover who had traveled far away.Qingping felt that her appearance was very familiar, and she suddenly remembered that a photo she took in spring showed exactly this appearance. "She looks exactly like me." Qingping was surprised. "Yes, it's also called Qingping." "Li Qingping?" "Ah, no, it's Qingpingle. It's also called Yimengyue, and Zuidongfeng." Qing Ping Le, Yi Mengyue, Drunk East Wind, isn't that the name of Song Ci?It turns out that they are songs from the Tang and Song Dynasties, songs that Song Ci has long lost! It turned out to be like this, Qingping tried to call a name: "Rumeng." "Hey." A girl with moon-browed eyebrows stood up beside Penghao. She had a beautiful face and mournful expression, like a flower falling from a branch.Like a dream, like a dream, with the waning moon and falling flowers and heavy smoke—exactly what Qingping imagined! Yes, the tune of each word has a name.Qing Ping can remember the name of Song Ci's Ci Pai firmly. Qingping walked to the edge of the water, long basil covered her knees, facing the lake, she shouted loudly: "Qingping!" The sad looking woman sitting in the shallow water agreed and stood up, her skirt was embroidered with pale yellow wintersweet flowers. "Don't come to the middle of the spring, you will feel sad and heartbroken. The falling plums are like a mess of snow, and you will be covered with a brush. There is no news from the geese, and it is hard to return to the dream after the road is far away. Parting from hatred is like spring grass, and the farther you go, the more you will survive." Qingping read While looking at the woman with the same name as her, she saw tears gradually filling her eyes. "I like this song very much, but I can't sing it—can you sing it for me once?" Qingping asked. The woman did not speak, but she sang and answered.When she sang, she floated up from the lake by herself, and her long skirt was flying in the air, like the flying sky in the Dunhuang murals. "It turns out that Qingpingle is such a melodious and beautiful song. Fairy Qingpingge, come to me and go back with me! I want to sing you to Yuwa and Guozi..." However, the song The fairy fell into the lake again, and half of her body was floating in the lake, like a flower blooming in the water. "We are the songs in the lake of forgetting. As soon as we leave this lake, we will melt and disappear forever. Even if our songs leave a shadow in your memory, it only takes a while for the shadow of the song to melt and disappear... ..." "So that's how it is. Let me listen to another one." Qingping called the next one, "Yulinling!" A tall woman stood up from the water, her long skirt was embroidered with a rainy crape myrtle tree. "I really want to listen to Liu Yong's 'Cicada's Desolation', which is my favorite Song Ci." Qingping asked. The woman sang: "The cold cicadas are miserable. It is late at the Changting Pavilion, and the shower has just stopped. There is no way to drink in the tents of the capital, and the Lanzhou at the nostalgia is urged to send. Holding hands and looking at the tearful eyes, I am speechless. Going to read, thousands of miles of mist, twilight Affectionate and deep. Chu Tiankuo. Passionate since ancient times hurts parting, let alone the Qingqiu Festival. Where is the drunkenness tonight? The wind and the moon on the banks of the willows. This past year, should be a beautiful day. Who said?" Will the most touching Song lyrics in this song be forgotten immediately?Qingping thought, if he could not forget... Qingping continued to sing along to the tune of "Yulin Ring", but he forgot as he sang, the shadow of the song melted and disappeared, and he couldn't remember anything.So, listen to the next song-- "Huanxi Sand." Standing up was a petite woman with a delicate and pretty face. "Sing me 'A New Song, A Glass of Wine', will you?" "It's an honor." The woman bowed deeply to Qingping and saluted. She raised her sleeves, danced and sang. When she sang "When will the setting sun go down", all the song fairies in Wanghu Lake sang along with her.Behind them, the setting sun's feet touched the water. "It's time for us to go back. Look, the sun is about to set—it will be too late." The song fairy who led her pulled Qingping's clothes and said seriously. "There are still a lot of songs that I haven't listened to. Shui Tiao Ge Tou, Reminiscence Blowing Xiao on the Phoenix Stage, Happy Meeting, Congratulations to the Bridegroom, Jiang Chengzi, Magnolia, Good Things Are Near, Sheng Zhazi, Butterfly Love Flower..." However, the light blue song fairy involuntarily took Qingping's hand and ran towards Lu Fei who had come. "Go back quickly, you won't be able to go back after dark. In that case, you will stay in Music Valley forever!" Qingping thought of her parents, of the "Flying Apsaras" chorus—they were going to perform on stage in two days, and of the boy she was dating. "Li Qingping." A boy's voice called out in her heart.Ah, she almost forgot that he was waiting for her at the Huxin Pavilion. Yes, we must go back!You must go back before dark, if you can't see him again, what a pity it would be. Qingping ran and ran in the willow grove. She didn't know how long she had been running. She heard the sweet willow wind singing softly in her ears. The singing was light, gentle, and light green.At some point, the song fairy in the light blue dress disappeared. She ran out of the willow forest alone. She ran into West Lake Park and crossed the bridge full of lotus flowers. The lotus elves who sang with her had already withdrawn. Huaxin is gone—all this is really like a dream—Qingping ran all the way to the small pavilion in the middle of the lake, the setting sun had just set on the horizon, and with the afterglow of the setting sun, she saw the big boy waiting for her in the pavilion in the middle of the lake .He was tall and handsome, just like the prince on a white horse she had dreamed about. "It's good to see you! Even if these wonderful times will disappear, the beautiful lotus here will disappear, and those touching songs will be lost... But no matter what, it's good to see you, it's good to be with you now! " The boy looked at her friendly and said to her, "It's good that you're here. You know, I just had a very strange feeling, a kind of... fear, as if I'm going to lose you forever...." They left the West Lake and walked into the market together. At this time, it was getting dark, and the city of Hangzhou was lit up with thousands of lights, like a magical castle full of shining flowers.