Have you ever seen a living coral? It lives in the deepest seabed. In the embrace of sea water, and only in the embrace of sea water, it is soft. It is soft like boneless, all the small tentacles are gently opening and closing in the water, it seems that every wave of running water is gently plucking its heartstrings. In the lonely and quiet seabed, coral is like a woman bathed in love, every ray of life is life, every inch and every inch is glorious. However, if the coral-pickers appear, if the hands that are used to intercepting life take the coral away and bring it out of the water without pity, then the coral will become extremely hard. In the bright sun far from the sea, coral is just a pale, rigid skeleton.

There is an otter with a beautiful fur that amazes the world. In the sun, it was deep purple, like satin, with a gorgeous, mysterious and noble luster. If you see it in the woods, if you see it perched quietly on the rocks by the water, you will be amazed, the creator is so amazing, He has created such a perfect living gem. But the beauty of the otter brought it disaster. There are always some human beings who want to peel off its fur and make a hat to wear on the head of a gentleman; to make a coat to wrap around the plump body of a lady. Because of this, otters can be turned into money. So someone broke into the otter's home with a shotgun, and in the sun, he narrowed his eyes and pulled the trigger. After the gunshot, the otter died. Strangely, the beauty of the otter disappeared, and all that lay on the rock was an ordinary otter, its fur dry, rough, and dull.

Everyone knows that musk is a precious medicinal material and a precious spice, but in fact, musk is just the secretion under the navel of male musk deer. To get musk, you must hunt the male musk. The male musk deer lives in the depths of the jungle, with strong skills, coming and going like the wind, if not a first-class hunter, it is difficult to capture its traces. But even if the male musk deer is found, it is extremely difficult to obtain musk musk. The experienced old hunter said: "When approaching the male musk deer, you must hold your breath and not let the male musk deer feel your presence, otherwise, it will turn its head and bite its sachet before you shoot it. ."

In nature, some creatures are more dignified than human beings.

When life is ruthlessly trampled on, they will defend their dignity with change, abandonment, and death.

There is a spirit, wandering like the water of three springs, cold like the moon on a winter night;

There is a spirit, melancholy like the drizzle in early summer, and resentful like the osmanthus in late autumn;

There is a spirit, it is destined to wander forever.

It is Erhu, Jiangnan, wandering Erhu.

Mongolian yurts, chariots, and the prairie where the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep are destined to be the cradle of the matouqin;

Red sorghum, Xintianyou, and the loess high slopes with strong winds and flying clouds are born into the world of suona.

On the other hand, Yangliu Bank, Wu Pengchuan, and Jiangnan with small bridges and flowing water will always be the magnetic field of erhu. One side's soil and water support one side's people, and one side's style breeds the growth of one's musical instruments, but we don't know whether Jiangnan chose Erhu or Erhu chose Jiangnan. Such a choice is difficult to scrutinize.

Erhu is as poetic and long-lasting in Jiangnan as the spring rain of apricot blossoms in Jiangnan. Although the mountains are high and the water is flowing, we have only seen Yu Boya's Jiaowei Qin; by the Xunyang River, we have only heard Bai Juyi's pipa. Although in the numerous Tang poems, Song poems, Yuan songs, and Ming operas, it is difficult for us to hear the low cry of the erhu, and the helplessness of the erhu line, but who can say that without the Jiaoweiqin and the pipa, the erhu will be the same. Wouldn't you be wandering lonely in Jiangnan?

Jinfen of the Six Dynasties and Qinhuai of Wang Xiehou’s Mansion have too many sensual dogs and horses, which are not flowers that bloom on the erhu string; Sanqiu Guizi and Shili Lotus Qiantang have too much beauty and prosperity, they are not beating in the bow of the erhu. law. Fiber Road, Wu Peng, Taimen, Lang Peng, Yuxiang, Stone Bridge, Tea Shop, Guchang, this is doomed to erhu wandering. Originally it does not belong to Moksao people, dignitaries and officials, the wandering erhu is destined to be only a flower that blooms and a flowing painting among the common people, the common people, and the ordinary people; the wandering erhu is born as a prop when the merchants and pawns are happy, and the support of the poor.

I really don’t know when the erhu started wandering in the south of the Yangtze River, I only know when the moonlight like water soaks the osmanthus in late autumn, when the dense drizzle swirls the plantains by the river; when the passionate evening wind blows the Taimen stone bridge , The wandering of the erhu began when the sloppy cooking smoke lingered in the rural valley. When the wandering erhu met that person fatefully, its wandering was condensed and gathered for no reason, and it was expanded and enlarged infinitely. The man named Blind A Bing was like a sorcerer. Erhu met him, and he could not stop wandering ever since.

The notes of "Er Spring Reflecting the Moon" are like spring eyes gurgling, and we know that the wandering person should be helpless; the tune of "Singing in the Sick" is like tears flowing slowly, and we know that the wandering person is clearly a kind of sadness The rhythm of "Good Night" is shrouded in deep thoughts, and we know that the wandering is a kind of vicissitudes of life. It is not the wandering of erhu or the wandering of music. Such wandering is the wandering of a soul, the wandering of one side of the land, the wandering of an era, and the wandering of a nation.

The wandering erhu will always give birth to many wandering minds and release many wandering flowers. Blind A Bing is the ultimate. However, in the south of the Yangtze River, where the gates are deep in the small lanes of Qingshi, and the corridors and sheds with Wuwa and pink eaves are all over the place, in the south of the Yangtze River, where the spring grass ponds are thick with frogs and drums, and the sounds of young birds are in the countryside, it is similar to the erhu. The wandering mind and life are more than A Bing???

A spirit of water and soil, a bloodline of style, instrumental music is the soul of an era and a culture. And wandering is not only a kind of sorrow and hardship, a kind of vicissitudes and helplessness, but also a kind of patience and tenacity, a kind of forging ahead and fighting. It is another living gesture of life, which can never be dissolved.