Chapter Thirty-Nine In That Faraway Place

When returning back, Qin Ling was walking in front of Shen Long. She was tall and tall, with long neck, slender shoulders, slender waist, and long legs. She walked like a willow supported by a weak wind. Such a girl should live in the city and live a good life. The prosperous days of BMW Xiangche are incompatible with the desolate Loess Plateau around it.

What is needed here is a woman with big hands and big feet, who can go to the pot and go to the fields, and can give birth to babies one after another, but in Shen Long's eyes, this kind of girl is more in line with his aesthetics.

Looking at her back, Shen Long's heart moved slightly, and he was about to speak, but Qin Ling spoke first, "I thought about that song you sang many times last night, and I always felt that it was very different from the old folk songs in northern Shaanxi. It is the same, but it is naturally very consistent with the Loess Plateau."

"Northern Shaanxi folk songs have an inherent sense of desolation, which is the helplessness of people to suffering, which flows naturally from the depths of the soul." Shen Long copied Zhong Yuemin's words in the original work.

"The sage's preaching is missing here..." Qin Ling turned his head, his eyes soft, "During the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty, Wang Peifen, a university scholar, came to Shaanxi for inspection. It's useless to say."

"Traveling thousands of miles, the mountains and rivers are endless in a hundred days, the mountains are bare and steep, the water is evil, the tigers and wolves roar, the catkins are blowing in April, the mountains and rivers are not beautiful, and the wind blows suddenly, so it is difficult to distinguish between dusk and day, so I put a touch of purple and red... Sand dunes outside the Great Wall , the Tatar Huifan family is dense, described as pigs and dogs, with a heart like a horse and an ox, and their words are inseparable. Politeness is nothing to talk about. The sage preached here but missed it. Comfortable, but I have to admit that many of them are true.”

"Hehe, this kind of person is not worthy of being an official. From ancient times, he has no benevolence and lack of compassion for the people; from today, he has no minimum sympathy for the working people; in the future, when Guangxu came to Shaanxi to seek refuge Ding Xikui, magistrate of Jingbian County, went to sue the imperial court, and Guangxu declared the "Qibigou" memorial invalid, and demoted Wang Peifen to Qipin County Magistrate, which is what he deserved." This article is very famous in the original work, and Shen Long also specially checked it out. background.

"Corresponding to this is Huang Pei, the magistrate of Dingbian County during the Jiaqing period. During his tenure, he followed the despicable border and drove wherever he went. He saw that Fuhuang Village was out of smoke, his household registration was depressed, his age ratio was not registered, and many people were unemployed. This is the attitude that a conscientious official should have, and officials like Wang Peifen who pollute, humiliate, and abandon the people are rare." As a senior official, seeing all kinds of misfortunes, he couldn't help feeling sympathetic, and instead wrote Wen sarcasm, such a person is simply shameless to the extreme.

"Even though they are living in poor mountains and bad waters, even though there are many sufferings, people on the Loess Plateau have maintained a positive attitude for thousands of years, fighting against the sky and the earth, and they are still living here tenaciously... the four-season wind It became a song in their mouths." The topic returned to the song.

"I've only read "Seven Pens", but I don't know there are so many stories behind it." Qin Ling murmured, isn't the man in front of him the same as those people from northern Shaanxi who regard the wind as a song? Even though I came to the desolate northwest from the prosperous capital, I still didn't change the pride in my heart.

"Hehe, there is another interesting thing about the "Seven Strokes". In fact, the "Seven Strokes" was not the first creation of this scholar Wang. In the late Ming Dynasty, a monk at Yunqi Temple in Hangzhou also wrote a "Seven Strikes" ","The mountains of kindness are heavy, and the five tripods and three animals are not enough to pay. Parents are free from dust and dirt, and the son's way can be achieved. Hey, the reason for the birth, how to dissect all the feelings? Filial sons and grandsons, like to look into the vacuum. Therefore, the five-color gold medal is a stroke Hook... Summer enjoys spring outings, and there is a lot of fun in the singing and dancing hall. Misty rain and flowers and willows, chess and wine to entertain relatives and friends. Hey, the eyes are full of romance, and the pain is behind him. It’s a pity that the time is so dark, and I look back. So I ticked off the romantic feelings.' No matter the concept or the writing, it is far superior to Master Wang's article!"

"So I ticked off Fengyueqing...it seems like a Buddhist school sees through the world." Qin Ling silently read the article recited by Shen Long, can Fengyueqing really be ticked off?

"Ha ha,

Whether it is a monk's article or a college student's article, just read it, and you will be a fool if you really look at it. The mountains and rivers in northern Shaanxi may not be full of colors, and the romantic feelings may not be empty looking back; now that we are all at a good age, we should be more active and high-spirited. . "Shen Long laughed loudly.

"Well, whether it's the southeast wind or the northwest wind, it's my song, my song..." Qin Ling nodded and sang the song Shen Long sang yesterday.

After Qin Ling finished singing, he shook his head and smiled, "My voice is still too soft, not suitable for singing such heroic songs."

"A bold voice has its advantages, and softness has a song suitable for softness. I sang this song yesterday because I have a broken voice and I can't sing softly." Shen Long also laughed.

"What songs do you know? Sing one more song and listen to it?" Qin Ling was in high spirits. It had been a long time since no one had talked with her so happily about music, and she wanted to listen to a few more songs.

"Let me think about it." Shen Long raised his eyes and looked around. Now they are walking on the mountain ridge, and they can see people herding sheep in the ditch opposite from a distance. These days, besides helping out on the stove, Qin Ling also occasionally Leading the sheep in the village to graze, thinking of Qin Ling driving the sheep with a whip, a very famous folk song came out.

"In that distant place,

There is a good girl,

People passed her tent,

have to look back nostalgicly;

Her pink smile,

Like the red sun,

Her beautiful eyes,

Like the bright moon at night;

I would give up my possessions,

go with her to herd the sheep;

Looking into her moving eyes every day,

And the beautiful gold-rimmed garments;

I would like to be a lamb,

sit beside her,

I wish she had a thin whip,

keep hitting me lightly;

I wish she had a thin whip,

Keep hitting me lightly. "

When singing this song, Shen Long couldn't help but wonder if there is a young man named Jin Bo in a certain nearby county who looks in the direction of Qinghai every day, singing this song and crying like a fountain; Calculating the time and location, "The Ordinary World" seems to be a story in this era and around here.

"Wang Luobin's "In That Faraway Place"." This song was composed by Wang Luobin, the king of Western singers, in the Jinyintan Grassland of Qinghai in 39 years. It was well-known before liberation, and Qin Ling had naturally heard it.

But at this time, not only this song was in her mind, but also the figure of Shen Long passing down the hillside when she was herding the sheep. He seemed to be beckoning to herself. Was he just singing this song? Or, does he want to express something to himself following this song?