The story of the dancer and the painter, HE, is a group portrait, with the background of court struggle.
Weng Weng is the first assistant, and his father is the minister of the Ministry of official affairs. It can be said that Xia Shunqing was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. But since Weng Weng implemented the New Deal, he began to have troubles. It turns out that quiet times are not a given, and neither is He Qing Haiyan. He gradually began to use his paintbrush to express his ideals.
And the dancing girl whom he once drew on flower paper returned to him like fate. Every step he took, she was behind him. Is it intentional or unintentional, what is her purpose?
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The moonlight cast by the window moved slowly, from the lotus pattern floor tiles around the small square stool covered with felt, and slowly climbed up to the Suzhou embroidery screen. Behind the floor-to-ceiling screen embroidered with landscapes and gardens is the Arhat bed where Xiang'er sleeps.
Xia Shunqing turned around, but still couldn't sleep, so he simply put on his clothes and got up, moved to the table and sat down under the moonlight.
There is a guqin on the table, and Xia Shunqing can faintly see its deep lacquer color and smooth strings. Xia Shunqing raised his hand to brush the piano body, and the cold touch made him feel refreshed. So he played "Youlan Cao" in the air, and his restless heart seemed to be hidden in the valley, and gradually calmed down.
Unfortunately, at the end of the song, my sleeve brushed against the strings and plucked them.
Xiang'er heard the noise and knew that Xia Shunqing was there, so he shouted: "Young Master?"
"Did it wake you up?" Xia Shunqing asked uneasily.
The moonlight illuminated the Arhat bed, and Xiang'er saw Xia Shunqing sitting in the shadow through the gauze screen. She and she seemed to be separated from each other in two worlds, and she couldn't help but feel sad.
She put on a long gown, walked around the screen into the shadows, and said to Xia Shunqing: "Sir, what was the name of the piece you played on Mid-Autumn Night last year? Can you play it for me again?"
"It's "Spring River with Flowers and Moonlight Night"," Xia Shunqing said.
Xiang'er suddenly came to him, making him feel a little stunned. He agreed and began to pluck the strings gently, only to make the strings sound low, like whispering in a dream.
Xiang'er slowly raised her hands and started to move, blending into the ups and downs of the music, like a heron strolling, or like a reed flower fluttering lightly. Xia Shunqing stared at the gentle dance steps. In front of her eyes, it seemed that there was white mist across the river, the tide was rising, the flowers were falling, the moonlight was like sleet, the river and the sky were the same color...
After the song, Xia Shunqing slowly pressed the strings, stood up and walked towards the window illuminated by the moonlight, faintly chanting: "I don't know who the moon is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water..."
Then asked: "Have you read this poem?"
Xiang'er gathered up her clothes, walked towards him, and continued: "At this moment, we are looking at each other but not hearing each other. I hope the moonlight will shine on you."
Xia Shunqing turned around. She clearly knew that Xianger was looking at him. In the night, Xian'er's eyes were as lustrous as cordierite, and he felt like he was about to indulge there.
Concept: Change is the objective law of the development of things
