When she went back, Qin Ling walked in front of Shen Long, she was long, with a long neck, shaved shoulders, a slender waist, and long legs, and she walked like a weak wind supporting willows, such a girl should live in the city, living a rich life with a BMW incense car, and the surrounding desolate loess plateau was incompatible.

What is needed here is a rough mother-in-law, who can go to the pot table, go to the field, and give birth to babies one after another, but in Shen Long's eyes, this kind of girl is more in line with his aesthetics.

Looking at her back, Shen Long's heart moved slightly, and he just wanted to speak, but Qin Ling spoke first, "I pondered the song you sang many times last night, and I always felt that it was very different from the previous folk songs of northern Shaanxi, but in my bones it was naturally very consistent with the Loess Plateau. ”

"Northern Shaanxi folk songs have an innate sense of sadness, which is people's helplessness about suffering, which naturally flows from the depths of the soul." Shen Long copied Zhong Yuemin's words in the original book.

"The sage preached here and omitted ......" Qin Ling turned his head and his eyes softened, "During the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty, Wang Peidi, a scholar, came to Shaanxi to investigate, and after the investigation, he wrote an article called "Seven Strokes", from the mountains and rivers to the food, clothing, housing and transportation, Shaanxi is useless. ”

"Thousands of miles of travel, hundreds of days of endless mountains and rivers, the mountains are bald and poor and steep, the water evil tiger wolf roars, the catkins are pumped in April, the mountains and rivers are not splendid, and the wind suddenly rises to distinguish between dusk and day, so the thousands of purples and thousands of red strokes are hooked...... The sand dunes outside the Saiwai, the Tatar Hui people are thick, described as pigs and dogs, like horses and cows, the words are inseparable, polite and not to talk about Zhou, the saint preached here and omission, so the etiquette, righteousness and shame are checked. Although I felt uncomfortable after reading it, I had to admit that many of them were facts. ”

"Hehe, this kind of person is not worthy of being an official, from ancient times, he has no benevolence and lacks compassion for the people; From this day on, there is no minimum sympathy for the toiling masses; In the future, when Guangxu came to Shaanxi for refuge in the year of Gengzi, Jingbian County ordered Ding Xikui to sue the emperor, and Guangxu announced that the "Seven Strokes" was invalid, and demoted Wang Peidi to Qipinzhi County, which can be said to be deserved. This article is very famous in the original book, and Shen Long also specifically checked the background.

"Corresponding to Huang Pei, the county governor of Dingbian during the Jiaqing period, during his tenure, 'following the border, driving everywhere, witnessing the smoke cut off in the barren village, the depression of the household registration, the age of the cover is not on the list, the people are unemployed, and the people are sorry for a long time', this is the attitude that an official with a conscience should have, and it is rare for an official like Wang Peidi to pollute the people, humiliate the people, and abandon the people." As a high-ranking official, he couldn't help but feel sorry for all kinds of misfortunes, but instead wrote a satirical article, such a person is simply incorruptible and shameful to the extreme.

"Even though they are in the poor mountains and bad waters, even if they suffer a lot, the people on the Loess Plateau have maintained a positive attitude for thousands of years, fighting with the sky and the earth, and they are still living tenaciously here...... The winds that keep going on all year round have become the songs of their mouths. The topic is back to the song.

"I've only watched "Seven Strokes", but I don't know that there are so many stories behind it." Qin Ling muttered, isn't the man in front of him the same as those people from northern Shaanxi who regard the gale as a song? Even if he came from the bustling capital to the desolate northwest, he did not change the pride in his heart.

"Hehe, speaking of "Seven Strokes", there is an interesting thing, in fact, "Seven Strokes" is not the first creation of this Wang scholar, the late Ming Dynasty Hangzhou Yunqi Temple monk Yuan Hong also has a "Seven Strokes", "Grace hills, five tripods and three animals are not paid." Get away from the dirt, and the sub-road will be achieved. Hey, the great reason for birth, how to dissect all feelings? Filial sons and grandsons, good to vacuum. Therefore, the five-color gold medal is hooked ...... Summer and spring outings, the song and dance field is full of fun. The smoke and rain are lost in flowers and willows, and chess and wine entertain relatives and friends. Hey, the bottom of the eyes is merry, and the bitterness is behind him. It's a pity that time has passed, and I look back. Therefore, the feelings of the wind and the moon are hooked. 'Neither the idea nor the text is higher than the Wang scholar's article, I don't know how high! ”

Therefore, the feelings of Fengyue are hooked...... There is a kind of Buddhist's taste of seeing through the world. Qin Ling silently recited the article recited by Shen Long, can Fengyue's feelings really be checked off with one stroke?

"Haha, whether it's a monk's article or a college student's article, just look at it, if you really become a fool, the mountains and rivers of northern Shaanxi may not be without thousands of purples and thousands of reds, and the feelings of the wind and moon may not be empty; Now that we are all at a good age, we should be more positive and high-spirited. Shen Long laughed.

"Well, whether it's the southeast wind or the northwest wind, it's my song, my song ......" Qin Ling nodded and sang the song that Shen Long sang yesterday.

Qin Ling shook his head and smiled after singing, "My voice is still too soft, not suitable for singing this kind of heroic song." ”

"A heroic voice has the benefits of being heroic, and there are songs suitable for softness, and I sang this song yesterday just because I broke my voice, and I can't sing softly." Shen Long also smiled.

"What other songs will you have? Listen to it again? Qin Ling was interested, it had been a long time since anyone had chatted with her so happily about music, and she wanted to listen to a few more songs.

"I want to think about it." Shen Long raised his eyes and looked around, now they were walking on the mountain beam, and they could see people grazing sheep in the ditch opposite from a distance, these days Qin Ling in addition to helping on the stove, occasionally lead the sheep in the village to graze, remembering the appearance of Qin Ling waving a whip to drive sheep, a very famous folk song came out.

"In that faraway place,

There's a good girl,

People walked past her tent,

They all have to look back and look nostalgically;

Her pink smiling face,

Like a red sun,

Her beautiful eyes,

like a bright moon at night;

I am willing to forsake my possessions,

Follow her to herd the sheep;

Looking at her moving eyes every day,

and the beautiful garments of the gilded gold;

I want to be a lamb,

Sitting beside her,

I want her to take the thin leather whip,

Keep hitting me gently;

I want her to take the thin leather whip,

Keep hitting me gently. ”

When singing this song, Shen Long couldn't help but think, I don't know if there is a young man named Jin Bo in a nearby county, who is looking at the direction of Qinghai every day, singing this song with tears pouring out; Calculate the time, calculate the direction, "Ordinary World" seems to be this era, the story around here.

"Wang Luobin's "In That Distant Place." This song was composed by the western singer Wang Luobin in the Jinyintan grassland of Qinghai in 39 years, and it was famous long before the liberation, and Qinling naturally heard it.

It's just that at this time, what she thought about was not only this song, but also the figure of Shen Long passing under the hillside when she was herding sheep, he seemed to be beckoning to herself, was he just singing this song? Or is he trying to express something to himself with this song?