He Linger talked about a song that should be a scene at the same time, and Fang Yao could only do the opposite.Because of the same tune, listening is inevitably a bit boring, the second of He Linger's piano art is indeed superb, and there is an external fame to give her points, only the sound of the piano is melodious, joyous, and now some people are immersed in it, so that they jump from one of the happy atmosphere to another in the atmosphere of joy, in fact, it is somewhat difficult, and it is likely to be recognized to a large extent.

A sad one can quickly mobilize to transfer their emotions and let them dissolve into a new atmosphere.

He Linger's first voice, Fang Yao can only surprise.

She walked over to the piano and sat down.The slender white fingers caress the body, the fingertips are slightly moved, and the smooth notes come out.With the sound of the harp, the song of sorrow and sorrow slowly rose up in the hall.

"The sky is floating through the clouds of my hometown, and it is calling to me."When the breeze blows gently around me, there is a voice calling to me, return, return, wander the world, don't drift around, take a heavy step back.The clouds of that hometown, the sea of their hometown, have been waiting for you quietly...”

The lyrics are slightly sad and sad, the strong homesickness with her singing gradually infected everyone in the room, before their faces are still hanging a comfortable and happy smile, at this moment can not help but this song full of sadness.

Everyone is far away from home, how many years of cold window hard reading is fortunate to sit on this golden temple, even if the light of the ancestors, glory, rich and cloudy, in a corner of the heart, still loaded with the word hometown.

During the day, busy political affairs and family affairs, to the vast night, the parents around the good, not around, thinking about the second old age, no one to take care of the knee, even if the official knights, but can not be filial piety around their parents, this kind of mourning and helplessness, self-blame and guilt, who can understand!

This song sings everyone’s heart.

Everyone held their breath closed and listened to the appreciation, and suddenly the sound of the piano turned, and the coherent syllables were like a jade plate, one by one, compact one by one, like a word.

Yes, Fang Yao is reading poetry.

"The grass is blue and willow yellow, and the peach blossoms are scattered with the fragrance of flowers.The east wind does not blow away, and spring can make you hate long.”

"In a foreign country alone as a stranger, every time the feast of the family.He knows that the brother ascends to the top, and there is one less person in the line.”

"The scenery is different from the autumn, and the geese goose without a sound, and there is no angular sound on all sides."In a thousand miles, the long smoke and lonely city is closed.A glass of wine, a glass of wine, is not counted.The choir is full of frost.People don't sleep, the general white-haired conscripts in tears."

"The cold light of the snow has not disappeared, and the twigs are waving with the wind."The sound of blowing tears, looking up the half of the moon, should be, should be, walk the green mountains.

I read four poems in a row, each of which was too late to taste, only to feel a strong sense of homesickness wandering in the chest.Every word touches the softest and best place in the hearts of the people present.

Whether it is the ministers in the officialdom, or the concubines in the harem, the court is the temple to show talent, soaring, but also a big dye cylinder.As long as it is limited, there is no reason.In order to achieve their own goals, they are willing to harm the interests of others.In the face of authority in the future of wealth, the human heart becomes more and more hard.

No matter who is difficult to touch him, only the word hometown can arouse their conscience a little.

No one has thought about how the Fang Yao piano was played, and no one has noticed how Fang Yao's jade-like hands beat on a string.

Above the temple, there is only one sense of the country that tightly captures everyone’s heart.

Until the end of the song, we also have to remember to capture the memories of the parents when they left the hometown, eager to hope.

Some even have red eyes.

Even if the heart is like the ink of hard iron, the sand battle of drinking blood will be Ning Wang, and they have also been deeply touched.

There is a poem mentioned that the soldiers who are stuck in the recruitment, in the face of the battlefield, cold and poking in the cold night, because they miss their old parents and brothers and sisters at home, they can only look forward to the moon and paralyze themselves with alcohol to help the countryside.

The feeling of eager to complete the war and looking forward to returning home as soon as possible will not understand that those who have not been on the battlefield will not understand.

This poem is written in their hearts.

Princess Min stared at Fang Yao, she did not fully understand the meaning of the poem, but she felt the thick nostalgia.

Her hometown is in this palace, she does not have to think about day by day.But she had no mother since she was a child, and even though her father loved her very much, she hoped that two points of this very much could come from her mother.

Around the age of six, her mother followed the father's hunt, was intercepted by the assassin, her mother saved his father, blocked him, and then was seriously injured and killed.

It was just as she was remembering that her mother was gone.The memory of her mother was deeply in her mind, and every night was quiet and her dreams surrounded by her mother.

That thought is so hard, like the pain of the cone.

And the same thought of the mother of the Min princess and his majesty of the emperor.Princess Min was the most favored concubine after Mo left her mother, who spoiled her to the bone, but eventually died because of him.

He also thought of his mother, thought of the pain of the edge of the battle field when he was young, he thought of his father, and thought of his childhood as a group of innocent brothers and sisters.

The emperor was not born ruthless, but because of the times and changes, many things have to pay attention to the rules and regulations, pay attention to the national law, so it seems ruthless.

But it’s hard, who knows, who can understand it?

A nostalgia tells all the beautiful sad memories of everyone.The reason why this memory is cold and helpless is that these self-blame and guilt eventually evolved a regret.

Just as everyone was immersed in their own sorrow and regret, He Linger's voice sounded.

"This song played by Yao's sister can be described as a driving force, moving and moving.But today is the birthday of the princess, this song is too sad is not appropriate?"

If you say that He Linger and Fang Yao, who is better, is naturally Fang Yao.

This can be seen from the face that everyone has not been able to relax for a long time in the memory.

A song full of faint sadness can be said to be amazing four seats.

It is angry that Fang Yao first or his own piano art is not perfect.This is a deliberate attempt to tell her to let her take it lightly or to cause unexpected surprises.

"I'm sorry, I'm in Chicago, and the king's reception is a guest."But if there is no place for the king's house, I am actually a wanderer."Fang Yao said, "Today, Princess Min's birthday, everyone's gentlemen are sitting full, pipe music, pushing a cup for a change, and its joy is mixed."Looking at the ladies snuggled next to their parents, I don't think of my mother and young brother who are far away from home.It felt like I played this song.If it disturbs everyone's interest, Fang Yao is here to pay tribute to the emperor and the queen's mother."

Say, Fang Yao wants to worship and ask for sin.The emperor was busy raising his hand to stop: "What is the sin, get up."

“Thank you, Emperor.”Fang Yao's Rhythm.

Princess Min also said, "Yes, I said before, I did not stipulate what kind of repertoire I must play."I think it’s good, it’s not a sight at all!”

Princess Min was like that, like a man who did whatever she did seemed right to her.If there is an abuse, she must be maintained.

Seeing that He Linger had the intention of blaming, he naturally wanted to speak for Fang Yao.

He Linger looked a little embarrassed, a moment of anger, people do not mind the birthday star, she naturally did not say anything.

Just put on a low court grievance: "The princess said that the spirit has more mouth."My sister is offended.”

She recognized her mistake and apologized for her attitude, which not only did not let the young son and son of the table grow a sense of disgust, but also won a little sympathy and appreciation.

"Well, it's not a big deal, you don't have to take it so seriously."The emperor opened his mouth to block, and he just looked at He Linger, and naturally did not want her to suffer any grievances before people.Looking at the subject of Fang Yao: “What are you playing?”Is there a name?”

“Ready to home!”

“Ready to home?”The emperor chewed these words and asked again, "Where are the poems behind?"

“From the first to the last sentence is spring, summer, autumn and winter.”

“Chunsi, Tushi?”

“Yes.”

“The name is simple, but it is very meaningful.I listen to one of them, there is a poem outside, it is relatively long, I can't remember it clearly, can you explain it in detail?"