After 05, the literary | played the lute skillfully

Courtesy of Visual China

Author: Class 6 (4) of Railway Primary School, Jintai District, Baoji City, Shaanxi Province, Chen Yijie (11 years old)

In the neat room, the pleasant sound of the lute is fresh and round. Immersed in it, I deftly stroked the strings, and the sound of the piano was sometimes heavy, sometimes cheerful... This is my best trick – playing the lute.

When I finished playing the song, my mind drifted back to when I first learned the lute when I was six years old. It was the first time I heard the sound of the pipa, the sound that penetrated the hearts of the people, one excited, one low, sometimes taking me to the wonderland of mountains and flowing water, sometimes taking me to the cheerful dance of the girls, and a beautiful picture appeared in front of my eyes. I firmly said to my mother, "Mom, I want to learn the pipa!" I want to play beautiful music too! "A few days later, I put on my fingernails, picked up the lute, and began my journey of learning the lute.

The pipa is smaller than the guzheng and the sound is very good. The lute is semi-pear-shaped, with strings made of four steel wires on it, and twenty-four pins and six phases on the neck and panel. In addition to the two basic techniques of playing and picking, the pipa also has wheel fingers, sweeping strings, shaking fingers and other playing methods. When playing, the lute should be held vertically, half-covered, the left hand should be pressed on the string, and the right hand should be played with five fingers.

The strings of the lute are thick and hard, and when practicing, the hands are all deeply imprinted, and it hurts without touching. My heart began to conflict: insist on continuing to learn, or give up? I thought about my dream and chose to continue to insist. A month, two months, a year... My hands went through countless skin breaks, bled, and abrasioned, and this was just the beginning.

Play the lute and practice as the main one. There is only one hour of class per week, and this time alone is not enough. Every day after school, I set aside an hour to practice the lute. Over the years, I have been taught by my mother, criticized by teachers, cried many times, and thought about giving up. I always felt miserable, so much less time to play than others, and every time I fought with ideas, I convinced myself to stick with it. These became indelible memories of my upbringing.

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like shuttles, and in the blink of an eye, I spent six years with the pipa. I have become a "little artist" from a non-literate child. At the end of May last year, I participated in the competition, and at the beginning, I sat nervously on the stage, the lute on my legs was as heavy as Tarzan, and I could even feel my hands trembling. Taking a deep breath, with a slight rise, I began to play. When my fingers played a beautiful melody, I forgot about the judges and the audience. As the notes I blended my feelings into it, I blended with the lute and the beautiful music... After the performance, I stood up confidently, bowed, and the teacher gave me a satisfied look.

Today, I have successfully passed the eighth level of pipa exam, I can play many songs, and pipa has become my close friend. When I am happy, I will pick up the lute to share my happiness; when I am sad, I will also pluck the strings to tell my heart; when I am angry, I will also play the lute, and as the fingers play, pick, wheel, and sweep, the bad emotions gradually disappear.

My beloved pipa has witnessed the cultivation of this masterpiece and the growth of my growth.

(Instructor: Shi Yingjie)

Source: China Youth Daily client