In the 19th century, an American composer composed the song "Dreaming of Home and Mother". After it spread to Japan, the Japanese lyricist Inudo Qiuki used this melody to fill in the lyrics of a song called "Traveler's Sorrow".
In 1905, Li Shutong traveled east to Japan, where he studied oil painting and musical drama. It was not until 1915 when he returned to China to say goodbye to his friends that he wrote "Farewell" with tears in his eyes.
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The girl's singing gradually became inaudible as the ship went further.
Yuxian Zhisheng sighed softly, held his forehead and smiled bitterly.
He tried not to miss the girl here, but as soon as the song came out, the memory of his hometown and old friends suddenly filled his chest, making him almost shed tears of loneliness.
Now, I can't forget it at all.
At this moment, it is already seven o'clock in the evening.
The beautiful twilight is between pitch black and pale gold. The stars are bright on the sky, and a white mist-like Milky Way flows from one end of the sky to the other.
Purple incense rose vertically from the incense burner in the alcove of the castle tower, filling the gradually darkening sky. The lights of the entire castle tower were on, like a huge paper-shaded candle lantern.
Unknowingly, Yuxian Zhisheng was already standing in front of the main gate of the castle tower.
Yu Xian looked up at the tall black gable like a hill. The long black gables on both sides extended, giving people a sense of calmness, solemnity and silence.
Suddenly, a damp cold wind blew from the lake, chilling the people, announcing the complete fall of night.
With the wind, the octagonal golden disk leaves, pine tree branches, autumn lanterns, and all kinds of dark things inside the gable wall swayed and rustled in the wind.
For some reason, Yuxian Zhisheng suddenly smelled a clear breath of death, which seemed to come from above his head.
The door was slightly open, and a slender beam of light poured out from the gap in the door.
Yu Xian reached out his hand, gently opened the door, and stepped into the castle tower.
Here is where the final assessment is set.
The bright light stung his eyes, and Yu Xian blinked his eyes, gradually adapting to the strong light in the room.
There was no one in the room. There was a huge glazed chandelier in the center of the ceiling. The purple-gold umbrella-shaped lampshade was decorated with various colorful Western prisms. Below it were tables and chairs inlaid with gold and silver, which shone brightly under the light.
.The floor is covered with dark red carpet, as soft as grass.
The interior presents an astonishing and spectacular scene.
The cabinets on the four walls of the room each occupy an entire wall, and there are books on philosophy and art according to category, as well as many strange legends.
Western European magic, chemistry, anatomy, and ancient books with various illustrations occupy one Western wall, while the other is filled with ancient Buddhist paintings from China, with gorgeous colors, Arhats, and Bhikkhunis.
, lay people, pure women, elephants, lions, unicorns, etc. in the hanging picture frames, come to life in the light-filled space, as if they are about to come to life.
With such a rich collection of books, it can almost be called a paradise for readers.
The only thing that does not match the style of this room is a 24-track mixer placed in the center occupying 1.5 meters of space. The brand is the world-renowned brand Trident. This equipment is expensive and the design concept is at the forefront of the times. It is full of
The musical balance and rich and full tone shocked the industry, and it was still in service in major recording studios in New York until 2000.
Next to it is a Range recording track, a stack of Chinese and Japanese ancient books, and pen and paper.
Yu Xian gently picked up the card on the mixing table. The final test required him to compose lyrics and music on the spot within an hour, and then took the finished product to the second floor of the castle tower to sing.
Suddenly something felt wrong in my heart. It seemed like these things were specially prepared for him.
But he couldn't say what was wrong. The entire literary and art world had organized such a big feast just for him, and he didn't think it was that big of a deal.
After looking around, I couldn't find any cameras, indicating that the room was closed.
Yu Xian was relieved, and he picked up an ancient book to read, and at the same time wrote the four words "Compendium of Materia Medica" with a pen on the paper.
He suddenly raised his head again and glanced around at the eyes of the ancient paintings on the wall...the eyes of the goddess, the eyes of the Bodhisattva, the eyes of the Buddha, and finally his eyes stopped on the eyes of the unicorn.
After a moment of silence, he pretended that nothing happened, just lowered his head and crossed out the four words "Compendium of Materia Medica" and replaced it with another song.
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The top floor of the castle tower.
"Did he discover it?" Ishikawa Ziki's face twitched.
There is a TV placed in front of the people present. This TV is connected to a miniature camera. Only they can see the picture in the room.
The feather-stringed child is just below them.
"He must have discovered it. He has just checked whether there is a camera in the room, which shows that he is very vigilant." An Sanji's face was ugly, "This is definitely not an ordinary child."
"But how could he guess that we put the camera in the mural?" Dan Shenghuazhi asked in surprise.
"If we could guess his behavior so easily, we wouldn't have to arrange this huge feast for him..." Ansanji sighed, "But this has proven a lot, and we are getting closer and closer to the truth.
It’s getting closer.”
"In this way, not only Mr. Tokishen, but also the identity of the Candy Samurai has been tested." Dansheng Huazhi said softly, "He did deceive all of us before."
"Do you want to disclose it to the outside world?" Sammihu looked pale.
I thought that the boy my sister fell in love with was an A-list idol, but I didn't expect that it was a god descending to earth. This kind of dimensionality reduction attack really shocked this little fox.
In fact, what I fear most is Danshenghuazhi.
No matter what, she never imagined that the two people could be the same person.
But reality is happening right in front of our eyes.
Under the covert camera, Yu Xian put on headphones and skillfully operated the mixer, pressing and pressing on complex instruments, becoming familiar with the machine as a part of his body.
It's him who brings down the entire entertainment industry.
If it hadn't been for this special test that consumed a lot of manpower and material resources, she would never have known about it in her life.
"He should have his own reasons for concealing his identity like this, and I will respect his choice." Ansanji said, "What the literary club wants is his talent, and that is enough."
"Even though I feel that he is no longer pretending, I still underestimate him." Monk Tianxuan said with emotion, "Such a person is too superficial to describe as a genius. It is like the reincarnation of a god has descended on him."
"How is father's condition?" An Sanji picked up the walkie-talkie on the table.
"Mr. Ansan Qingya has woken up and is asking us for water." The doctor's gentle voice came from the intercom, "Mr. Ansanji, this is probably the last..."
Ansanji silently put down the walkie-talkie.
He understood, but he was so excited that he wanted to cry.
The father probably sensed his arrival, so a miracle happened before his eyes, and God gave them the last chance to see him.
Yes, this is my father's last flashback.
The old man was waiting for his lonely child in his lonely attic under the bright moonlight.
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"Returning to the light, a lotus supports life."
"Review the past and learn the new, be soft on the outside and strong on the inside."
"Living on the firewood and tasting courage, a beautiful woman suffers a fate."
"The finishing touch, the stubborn twist."
"The five internal organs, their ups and downs, their succession and their transformation."
...
"Every stroke of writing, every word of speech."
"Embedded with history."
"Its name is Kanji."
"Meeting in the world, the country of Asia."
...
"Wake up here."
Yu Xian quickly started writing.
The song is called "Uncommon Words" and the Japanese version is called "Four-Character Idioms".
Four-character idioms are Japanese idioms. Most of them are idioms evolved from Chinese. Most of the pronunciation retains the ancient Chinese pronunciation, which makes them difficult to sing.
However, it is much simpler than the "Compendium of Materia Medica".
Can you somewhat cover yourself up...?
"Mighty and majestic, unparalleled in the world."
"Ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta."
Yuxian was sorting out the rhythm of the song on the mixing console, and then output the collected audio track to the magnetic card prepared nearby.
When you are ready, you can go up to the second floor and sing.
Yu Xian walked up the spiral staircase to the second floor. The stage was very small, with a chair placed on a red felt mat the size of a second-berth mat. There were no special stage effects. A wall of classical murals was placed behind him, reflecting the nobility of the young man.
gas.
Five large central control cameras recorded his figure.
The audience in front of the TV had been waiting for him for a long time. Seeing his face, they shouted excitedly in front of the TV.
He is the first to come here, which means he is the first among all.
In the national live broadcast, Yuxian Zhisheng slowly sat on the bench and picked up the microphone.
The song is transmitted into the chest of the world through electric current.
The singing echoed in the mountain streams through the speakers in the mountains and streets.
The singing was like heavy rain, falling on everyone's face.
The bright white moonlight of the autumn night shines on the densely populated streets, and as the bell rings at eight o'clock in the evening, songs burst out on the central host island, wandering to all sides of the country.
Most of the four-character idioms in Japanese originate from China. The Chinese characters used in Japanese were also introduced from China. These ancient characters entered Japan in the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, Sui, Tang, Song and Yuan dynasties.
Chinese culture is the source and greatest treasure of Asian civilization.
During these five thousand years, there were the customs of the Li and Tang dynasties, with bells ringing and cauldrons eating, monks worshiping Buddha, and the ancient charm of Taoism.
Today, the voice of this ancient country resounds throughout Japan.
Yuxian Zhisheng's personal channel is packed with people, and the comments from fans are rising at a rocket speed.
“Chinese can be sung so beautifully in Japanese, I feel like I’ve learned Chinese in vain.”
"I feel like if I learn the lyrics, I can gain a lot of points in the Chinese exam."
"It tastes so fresh, and the idiom can actually be played like this."
"It's like listening to Buddhist scriptures, but the more I listen, the more energetic I become."
"I am becoming more and more interested in China."
"Yu Bao's voice is so fast and chatty. Are you worried that I will steal his lessons?"
"I'm a female fan from China. I didn't react until I heard it halfway. I'm really proud!"
It's not "Compendium of Materia Medica" that can only be rapped. If this song were sung, the rap elements in it alone would shock the entire Japanese underground rap scene.
However, this song is a cultural communication in another sense. There is no threshold for getting started, and it is amazing once you hear it.
Not only the audience in front of the TV, but also the students who were competing, stopped and pricked their ears.
As early as the moment his voice sounded, the students already knew that Yu Xian had reached the finish line first, but they could not feel any jealousy about it.
The anger burning in Shen Huiling's heart almost made her faint.
Pu Zunshi next to him danced to the rhythm, shouting: "Ah Ling, look at me, look at me, see if I dance well?"
Anshan Kiyohime, who was standing next to Kurobutong, with tears still hanging from the corners of her eyes, was happily holding Kurobutong's hand and jumping up and down with joy.
Until the singing subsided and the cold night once again covered the misty mountains.
Yu Xian put down the microphone, bowed slightly to the camera in front of him, then stood up and headed to the third floor of the castle tower, slowly relaxing his nervousness.
After all, after taking the Super S Star Badge, you can go back to sleep comfortably.
The door has been opened, but the owner still hasn't arrived. There are several half-burned hand candles in the three-story pavilion, with tears streaming down their faces, illuminating a space of about eight or nine feet. The lights are flickering, as if even the murals in the room are gone.
They swayed together, and the clock on the mantelpiece made a sound like a cicada.
Yu Xianzhisheng stood in the room and waited, observing the picture frame on the wall. This should be the genealogy record of the Anshan family. From it, he saw the cute appearance of Anshan Seihime in her childhood.
There is an oil painting placed in a dark place where the light cannot reach, depicting a half-length portrait of a woman.
This is a very beautiful woman, but based on the age of the photo, it should have been taken a long time ago. Next to her is a handsome and handsome man named Anshan Qingya.
Yuxian Zhisheng knew Anshan Qingya, and the news media had begun to spread the news that this national treasure-level literary writer was about to die a few months ago.
At some point, Ansanji quietly came to Yuxian Zhisheng's side and said softly: "This is my father Anshan Qingya, and next to him is his wife, Qingji's grandmother, Anshan Qingniao."
Yu Xian was startled for a moment, then came to his senses and nodded to An Sanji.
The other party is the leader of the Literary Club, with a status comparable to that of the old man of the Yuan family, and a female general in the Council of Ministers. This is the first time in his life that he has met someone who respects his status so much, and there is respect in his heart.
But it seemed that Ansanji was more in awe of him. The young man just nodded, while the man bowed slightly.
"Have you ever heard of the legend of the legless bird, Mr. Yu Xian?" Ansanji raised his body and asked suddenly.
"I've heard of it." Yuxian nodded his head.
Legend has it that there is a bird in the world that has no legs and needs to fly all the time. It only has one chance to land on the ground once in its life, and that is when it dies.
"My father is like this bird. When he founded the literary society, he was alone, and the literary works he published were criticized. During those years, only Qingji's grandmother, Mrs. Bluebird, believed in him."
"Mrs. Blue Bird was born in a noble family, but my father Anshan Qingya was a poor scholar. She silently gave him unlimited support, and even used the power of a woman to successfully protest in the family, making my father the one who stepped in.
son in law."
"What happens next is what happens in front of you."
In the 1870s, Anzan Seiya, as a pioneer in Japanese literature's fight against European and American literature, turned the tide in that era that was about to fall, and served as the last fig leaf for Japanese literature.
He was the last light of that era, and now this light is about to fall.
His death also means that a literary era is coming to an end.
"My father wants to see you, Mr. Tokishen." Ansanji bowed heavily and made his final test.
To his surprise, Yuxian Zhisheng neither refuted nor admitted, he just nodded slightly, more like out of humanitarianism.
Yu Xianzhisheng followed An Sanji, and the two of them walked all the way up the ladder to the top floor.
In the room at the end of the corridor, Ansanji opened the door and said inside: "Father, Mr. Tokishen is here."
The doctors and nurses had already left early, and there was only an old man in the room, leaning on the bed, looking up at the moonlight outside the window, with an IV drip equipment next to him.
Seeing Yu Xian Zhisheng, a handsome young man, the old man didn't seem surprised and gently waved him to come to him.
His swollen eyes were slightly opened, his cheeks were thin, his hair was gray, and his skin was dull, but the spirit in his eyes was like the blend of moonlight and fire.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Shishen, I can't get out of bed and bow to you." the old man said.
He stretched out his hand, touched Yu Xian's naive head, and then asked An Sanji to make tea for the boy. When An Sanji brought tea to the two of them, he waved his hand and asked An Sanji to go out first.
"I am not a competent father. In the last moment of my life, I should actually want to see my family and my granddaughter Qing Ji." The old man said, "But compared to them, I am more worried that no one will inherit the great cause of literature in the future."
"Mr. Shishen, is this your pen name?" the old man asked.
Yu Xian was sitting on the edge of the bed and nodded gently.
Tears flowed from the old man's eyes and his voice was hoarse. "I have read "The Great Gatsby" many times. It does not look like a work produced in this era, and it does not look like it was written by a Japanese."
"What's your name? Boy."
"Yuxian, Yuxian is young."
"Are you a child descended from the gods, or have you come here from the future world?" the old man asked softly.
"That's it." Yu Xian said with a childish smile.
He did not hide anything about the old man who was about to die.
"What a miracle." A faint smile appeared on the old man's bark-like cheeks, "You must have come here in Doraemon's time machine. Did you get motion sickness on the way?"
"No, the time machine is very comfortable to sit on." Yu Xian said with a naive smile.
"This is your secret, I will keep it for you." The old man slowly stretched out a hand from the quilt and held out his little finger, "Come on, young man, let's pull the hook."
The old hand is connected with the young hand and the little finger.
The old man's body temperature was gradually dropping, and Yu Xian could feel it. Under the clear moonlight outside the window, he seemed to be able to see the edge between life and death in the old man.
The edge glowed with a clear and fearless light.
"It's time to share my secret with you." The old man said, arching his body slightly, calling softly out the window, "Bluebird, bluebird, come quickly and see our future."
Yuxian Zhisheng suddenly opened his eyes slightly. In the dreamy moonlight, a blue bird flew in from the window, fluttering its blue wings.
It stopped on the old man's hand, pecked it gently, then flew to Yu Xian's young shoulder, chirping into his ear.
"My wife also likes you very much, young man." Tears welled up in the old man's eyes, "Madam, I didn't lie to you. After knowing that he is still in the world, I can finally go to you with peace of mind."
The birds chirped low and landed in front of the window, and the moonlight fell on the two of them like rain.
Yu Xian's childish state of mind trembled violently.
Having differentiated between life and death, accepted life and death, and the mist and miracle that existed between life and death, it seemed that he saw another side of the world, where human emotions were nurtured in the mist and bloomed brightly.
It turns out that death, in the eyes of the old man, is such a beautiful thing.
But before he died, he was still worried that no one would be able to carry him forward in his literary career, and he didn't want to die without worries.
"Young man, please grant my last wish. I want to know what the future literary era will be like?" the old man asked softly.
"The Internet." Yu Xian replied naively, "The future era is an era where the Internet is pervasive. Text is no longer limited to printed text, but can also be read on mobile devices."
"What about the people's right to speak?" the old man asked again, "How should mainstream ideas be conveyed?"
"It will eventually return to the Internet. In the future, public opinion can let whoever wants to live be alive, and whoever wants to die can be allowed to die. The efficiency is 10,000 times faster than the newspaper of the literary society. The newspaper will be far away from the Internet.
Leaving the earth behind, this is the era of online media erasing the era of print media." Yu Xian said softly.
"Will it harm anyone?"
"meeting."
"Can it save people?"
"meeting."
"Sounds like a terrible thing." The old man closed his eyes gently, "In that era, both the literary works of the literary society and the credibility of public opinion in society would be greatly weakened."
"Unless it takes on new life." Yu Xian said softly.
"Can I leave this mission to you?" The old man's eyes were shining brightly.
Yu Xian was slightly startled, then nodded.
It's just that this mission was too huge and sudden, making his hands tremble slightly.
"Children, my brain is lost in the lake and it's not very easy to use." Anshan Qingya said softly, "I still remember a poem I read a long time ago. When I was drunk, I didn't know what the next sentence was.
With?"
"A boat full of clear dreams fills the galaxy."
"When you are drunk, you don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars." The old man slowly closed his eyes, as if falling asleep.
His hand slowly fell, and the blue bird landed on his chest.
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Two days later, the news of Seima Ansan's death shocked the whole of Japan.
The national flag will be flown at half-mast to commemorate this last gatekeeper of the literary era.
In the struggle for power, a major pillar of the literary and art world fell, and the literary society received a strong blow from the National Council of Ministers.
After a short period of commemoration, the entertainment industry began commercial marketing led by the four major consortiums. Memorial songs about Anshan Qingya emerged one after another, and the story about the old man and his wife was made into a single product booklet for limited sale.
The entertainment industry is standing on this bloody trend and is making a lot of money again. However, the books Anshan Qingya placed in the bookstore are almost no longer interested.
The senior management of Dongda Art also have to share this cake. The task given to the students is to compose songs related to Ansan Qingya, and short stories can also be used.
Friendship is friendship, and business is business. This kind of enthusiasm must be tolerated. Isn't that what the new era is all about?
Yu Xian was sitting in front of the hotel window. On the paper in front of him was an English song "See You Again". He is currently very popular in Europe and the United States. "Select" has topped the Billboard for three consecutive weeks.
The first place position, if another English album is released at this time, the European and American markets will be fully opened.
It started to rain outside, and Yu Xian drank the cold coffee in his cup, then crumpled up the music sheet in his hand and threw it into the trash can.
He got up and was about to lie down on the bed and think about the future. Suddenly, two birds came to take shelter from the heavy rain and landed in front of his window sill.
One is cyan and one is gray.
They stared curiously at the young man in the room, pecking at the glass with their beaks. After a while, the rain gradually stopped, and the two birds fluttered their wings and flew away.
