By the time of Mid-Autumn Festival, the heat had faded from the earth and it had become cool and pleasant. Occasionally, a gust of wind blew by, making the rice paper on the desk rustle and snap, as if applauding this wonderful scene in the garden.
In front of me is a man playing the piano. The pleasant and melodious sound of the piano makes many people around him close their eyes and listen attentively. They are immersed in it and brought into another world by the sound of the piano. From their reactions, we can see the profound attainments of the man playing the piano.
Jiang Miao stood beside Pei Che and listened attentively, but his expression was not as devoted as the others. He felt that he did not have much artistic talent, and he did not often listen to such pure music in modern times. Naturally, he could not comprehend the realm of music, let alone appreciate such music.
After the piano music, the people surrounding him were not stingy with words of praise, and all the praise was directed to the person who had just played the piano, using phrases like "the sound lingers in the air", "melodious and lingering", "like the sound of nature", etc., praising this person to the point of being the best in the world. Jiang Miao couldn't help but doubt himself after hearing this, wondering if there was really something wrong with his aesthetic taste.
"Did he play well just now?" Jiang Miao sought help from a professional, hoping to improve his aesthetic ability.
Pei Che nodded and shook his head, which made Jiang Miao very confused. Is this a good thing or a bad thing
"His skills in playing the piano are impeccable, but he never puts his own emotions into it. The sound of the piano is good, but it can't move people." Pei Che said.
Jiang Miao nodded and understood. It seemed that the man was showing off his skills when playing the piano just now.
"Can you play it? I see there seems to be a piano at home, but I don't think I've ever heard you play it?" According to Pei Che's analysis, he should be considered an expert, but after being together for such a long time, he has never heard Pei Che play the piano.
"You want to hear me play the piano?" Pei Che raised his eyebrows.
"Well, I want to hear the difference between your playing and his." Jiang Miao said honestly. "I feel sleepy when I hear this kind of music, and I want to see if it feels the same every time I listen to it."
Pei Che's face drooped: "You don't want to listen to me playing the piano at all, but you want to verify why you feel sleepy when listening to the piano?"
Jiang Miao smiled at him guiltily: "How could that be possible? I just want to listen to you play. Let's stop talking about it. There are comments over there."
Sure enough, the more professional and authoritative people invited by the Xinyang Marquis' Mansion made the same judgment as Pei Che, but Pei Che's words were more straightforward, while theirs were more tactful.
This is the first item of the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival - "Understanding the Feelings of Autumn through Music". The competition is to use various musical instruments to express the autumn in your eyes. This can be regarded as an appetizer before the poetry festival. After all, writing poetry depends on the emotions that arise from the bottom of your heart.
After the piano, eighteen kinds of musical instruments took turns to perform, including the qin, the xun, the flute and the xiao. Sometimes they sounded plaintive and sad, sometimes they sounded elegant and heroic. The most amazing one was a guy playing the erhu. His playing was so thrilling that Jiang Miao wanted to take out a few coins and throw them on his desk on the spot.
The only regret is that among all the instruments, the king of instruments, the suona, is missing. Once this instrument is on stage, other instruments have to give way. However, Jiang Miao just thought about it. He also understood that it was not appropriate to play the suona in such an occasion.
Soon, all the participants in this activity finished their competition. Pei Che did not participate in the instrument competition, and the other members of the team represented them. The performance of these two people was neither good nor bad, and they were rated as average. The others did not say anything, but they themselves felt a little embarrassed and apologized to everyone several times.
Just as everyone was comforting them, the second activity began. The musical instrument competition had aroused everyone's emotions, so the second activity was "Painting the Autumn Scenery", which asked everyone to choose someone, take out the brush in their hands, and paint the autumn scenery in their hearts.
These people came prepared and were naturally fearless, so on the desks, there were paintings of fiery red frosted leaves dancing in the autumn wind, paintings of chrysanthemums standing proudly on branches and blooming in the wind, and even paintings of withered and yellowed grass and trees. It can be said that everyone's perception of autumn is different.
Jiang Miao looked at their paintings and couldn't help imagining how he would paint the autumn in his mind. In his impression, the autumn in the classroom is always a scene of harvest, with yellow pears, red apples, endless rice fields, and plump and heavy sorghum. Thinking of this, Jiang Miao couldn't help but hold his stomach, he seemed a little hungry.
Jiang Miao shook his head: "Nothing, just a little hungry."
Pei Che said, "I'll have someone bring you something to eat." It was still early, and the host was afraid that the food would dirty the poems and scrolls, so he didn't send any snacks.
When Jiang Miao saw that he was about to leave, he quickly grabbed him and said, "Goodbye, we're not that hungry. If others knew, they would laugh at us." We weren't here for a banquet.
Pei Che saw that he was pulling his sleeve nervously and refused to let go, so he had to give up.
The interaction between the two fell into the eyes of someone who was paying attention. No one knew what the master said to him, but the Marquis of Xinyang suddenly called Pei Che over.
"I wonder what instructions you have, my Lord?" Pei Che asked politely.
The Marquis of Xinyang smiled and said, "I've heard that Prince Pei has made great achievements in painting. Why don't you go down and paint today?"
Pei Che said, "My Lord, I really don't deserve such praise from you. There are so many talented people showing off their skills here, so I'd better not embarrass myself."
Such humble words won everyone's favor. Just when Pei Che thought that he didn't need to participate, Xinyang Hou spoke.
"Everyone present here today is one of us. Why should we not make a fool of ourselves? I hope Master Pei will not refuse." The words of the Marquis of Xinyang blocked Pei Che's way out. In desperation, he had to agree to paint a picture.
Jiang Miao watched as Xinyang Hou called servants to quickly prepare paper and grind ink, feeling a little worried. He had seen a few of Pei Che's paintings, but Pei Che had not prepared for this sudden request. What should he do
As the protagonist of the painting, Pei Che's mentality is better than Jiang Miao's. However, there are too many people painting now, which means that the autumn scenery has almost been painted out. What should he paint
Seeing that he was holding the brush and pondering for a long time without starting, Jiang Miao got anxious and walked directly to him and said, "Why don't you paint quickly? The incense over there is already half burned. By the time others have finished painting, they will definitely urge you to do it."
"I'm thinking about what to paint that won't be clichéd." Pei Che said, what else can represent autumn
Jiang Miao just looked around and suddenly whispered some suggestions into Pei Che's ear. Pei Che was frowning at first, but then he became happier and happier as he listened, and inspiration in his mind gushed out like a fountain.
He picked up the brush and quickly sketched out the mountains, rivers, fields and other things. A completely different autumn scene from others appeared on the paper. When he put down the last stroke, the incense had burned out.
(End of this chapter)