Chapter 3: Hearing the piano on the moonlit night (This chapter is free)

After drinking too much wine, he drank dry. Tang Song woke up his thirst in the middle of the night. He did not call Zhuang Haishan, who had already fallen asleep, followed the memories left by Tang Song to the hut next door that was used as a kitchen. He drank the mountain spring water in the gas trunk.

The clear spring water was so refreshing that it was so refreshing that it was swept away, but the sleepiness was also gone. It took at least six or seven hours from the afternoon to now. It was afraid that it would be difficult to fall asleep in a short time when I woke up. Tang Song then gave up his plan to turn around and go back to sleep, pushed open the kitchen door and walked out.

Tonight is mid-month, the full moon is hanging high, and there is a lot of moonlight outside the house. Looking around, the trees are painted with a light silver color. The gurgling mountain springs reflect rippling waves, and the woodcutting paths between the trees and the mountain springs are clearly visible.

How many times is it rare to get drunk in life? After the previous drunkenness, Tang Song's unspeakable thoughts have dissipated. At this time, his heart is at a peaceful and peaceful time. When I see this full moon again, the forest and the spring are shrouded in a faint quiet and mysterious beauty, which is exactly one with my heart.

After quietly admiring in front of the thatched cottage for a while, he took a step and walked along the quiet woodcutter's radius toward the Bagua Pool.

It seems that time traveling is not entirely beneficial. If it were later generations, how could they spend the whole moon night, let alone traveling to the forest at night. But if it weren't for this, how could they appreciate the quiet and natural beauty of the forest?

Even if there are such opportunities in the future, I always think about how many things I have not done and how to do those things tomorrow. In addition, people are restless and can't taste the beautiful scenery even if they are beautiful. Just like participating in those tour groups, even if they are traveling with famous mountains and rivers, they are just a quick look. It looks like they are all in a hurry, let alone enjoying it!

In the final analysis, people live in an attitude, and when the attitude of life changes, the state of mind changes. There is never a lack of beauty in the world, nor is there a lack of eyes to discover beauty, but there is a lack of a state of mind to discover beauty in the impetuous society. Everything is too hurrying, and the heart is even hurried. I always want to walk faster and hurry to the end of the road to find the beauty of the future, but I don’t know that the road is like a human being, and it will never end. The beauty in life is actually right beside my feet, but I am ignored by those too hurried steps.

I am always full of longing, but I am careless and constantly missed it. In life, why should I always be too hasty, and I end up leaving only gray hair and frost on my face, but I gain nothing.

With a gentle sigh, Tang Songyi slowed down and quietly enjoyed the natural beauty of eternal existence around him without spending any money. The night was getting deeper, and the mist slowly rising from the forest gradually enveloped the green pines on both sides of the path. Under the illumination of the moonlight, the entire pine forest was like smoke and illusion, and it was so beautiful. Unconsciously, the Bagua Pool was about to arrive. Legend has it that when Mr. Pang De escaped from the world and returned to Lumen Mountain, he built a hut here.

After this scene and the combination of people and environment, Meng Haoran's poem "Returning to Lumen Temple at Night" unexpectedly emerged from his mind, which made Tang Song think of chanting:

The bells in the mountain temple are dim on the day, and the fishing beams are fighting for the crossing.

People followed the sand road to Jiangcun, and I also returned to Lumen by boat.

The moon shines on the deer gate and smoke trees opens, and suddenly comes to the hidden place of Pang Gong.

The woodcutter's path is not long and lonely, but only the secluded people come and go at night.

On the moonlit night, the forest was quiet, and only Tang Song’s clear reciting poems echoed slowly and spread far away.

"The poems of the Tang Dynasty, the Tang Dynasty, are indeed good. Even I, a busy ordinary person in my later generations, can't help but be more genius from this era." Before Tang Song's self-mockery ended, he heard an ancient pine tree in the distance in front of him and praised him: "What a woodcutter's path is not long and lonely, and the secluded feelings expressed are leisurely and plain, and it is completely free from the fireworks of the world. It is actually a wonderful poem that I rarely hear in recent years. It is a masterpiece of the sound of the midnight piano. However, this mountain and this night are definitely not as quiet as you."

The man in the mountains suddenly spoke, but his voice was elegant and his words were adorable, which diluted the abruptness of his behavior.

Tang Song stopped and said in a deep voice: "Who?"

The man turned out from behind the pine trees and walked. In the moonlight, he was covered in a robe and a Taoist robe with a robe and a half-white hair. His Taoist robe was fluttering in his actions, full of ancient meaning.

"Wei River Feather Guest Fang Shanqi greeted me. There was a wonderful sound here that led me to come over the night. Unpredictably, I was shocked by my poetry thoughts, but my piano heart was also shocked, so I could get over the two."

After slowly speaking, Fang Shan Qiren also approached. After seeing Tang Song's face clearly, he smiled and said, "Listen to the poem I have just made, I still think that a great sage came from the mountain, but unexpectedly it was Mr. Tang. It is a great way to meet in half a day. However, what I just recited just now is much better than the "There is a golden house in the book" in Lumen Temple in the afternoon. There is a difference between the high and the mud. Tonight, I appreciate the good sound and hear the words in seconds. I am very lucky."

This Taoist said a lot, but Tang Song didn't even understand who he was. He was even more surprised when he saw him for half a day, so he asked, "I know you clearly for the first time, how could I see you again?"

"If you walk more than ten steps forward, you will have a wonderful sound to enjoy. It is a pity to spend the light of the sky on greetings and questions. My foot and I are already neighbors in the mountains, and we will be the one who will worship you again. It is not too late to talk again when we are instructed." After the Taoist said that, he did not wait for Tang Song to ask again. After bowing to him, he turned his head and left with him with his big sleeves.

"It's amazing to meet such a Taoist when you go to the mountains and forests at night." Seeing that the feathered guest was free and easy, Tang Song no longer lingered. He walked forward and listened to the wonderful sounds ahead. He could make this Taoist who speaks well and acts so admirable, and he actually agreed to be compared with Meng Haoran's famous poems.

After walking for more than ten steps, he walked out of the mountain path clamped by green pines on both sides, his eyes suddenly became clear. A clear pool of Bagua pool water reflected a rippling silver light under the moonlight. Tang Song stopped and heard a sound of music, with a high and gentle tune and audible sound.

This is clearly the sound of a zither. In such a dark night, someone was playing the zither by the Bagua Pool?

Tang Song looked around and saw the Bagua Pool, which was not large in size, and he only heard the sound of it and did not see the person. He searched carefully along the sound of the piano, but was blocked by a cluster of water bamboo. It was obvious that the person playing the piano was in the cluster of water bamboo.

It is a rare method of encountering each other on such a mountain night. Tang Song stepped over and wanted to greet the person who was playing the piano. Who knew that he had just walked a few steps towards the water and bamboo bushes, but the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Is this guy who is singing the piano gone? Or does he not want me to come over and disturb me?

Tang Song stopped his steps and retreated in confusion. He retreated, and after a moment, the piano sounded again, but this time he changed the tune, but Tang Song couldn't hear what this tune was.

Everything about tonight can be called a strange word. Such things can never be encountered in later generations except in TV series. It looks quite a bit like a bloody TV series. If you follow the records of ancient books such as "New Words on the World", you should follow the scenes like this and don't force them.

Tang Song was open-minded. It would be fine if this man didn't want to see him. He chose a bluestone by the pond and sat down to listen to the man's playing quietly.
Chapter completed!