Maple Falls in Late Autumn

¹This chapter says The spring in Gusu is warm, and the ink is fragrant. A small panic caused by a mistake, ended with a gentle poem on the piano. When we first met, our heartbeat was hidden in the magnolia wind. The spring scenery on the piano table was just right. The two met for the first time. This was the origin of elegance. ²Fan's short sentences A meeting by mistake, a poem determines the original intention. When spring comes, the wind in the piano room is soft. From then on, the fragrance of ink accompanies the fragrance of paintings, and every year is the first sight of spring. Spring comes when paint and ink meet you, Qin Shu meets you ❶A paint accidentally falls, spring breeze meets you Spring days in Suzhou are never vigorous and colorful, but gentle and lingering mixed with rain and mist, soaked with the fragrance of ink. The wet evening breeze flows through the ancient alleys of Pingjiang, and the night rain washes away the dust on the tiles. The bluestone slabs are as translucent as mirrors, soft petals of morning glory linger on the wall, and purple and white petals penetrate the quaint window lattice, weaving the unique softness and sweetness of Jiangnan into this Guqin restoration room hidden deep in the alley. This small world is Chu Lianjiang's home for five years. It is a quiet paradise where raw lacquer and pine smoke linger all year round. For five years, day and night, he stayed with the thousand-year-old guqin, staying with the mottled and broken patterns. His fingertips rubbed the raw lacquer every day, filling in the cracks left by the years on the guqin. To others, repairing a guqin is a boring craftsman's work, involving repeated mechanical polishing and filling. But for Chu Lianjiang, the slight astringency of the raw lacquer, the agarwood of the paulownia wood, and the clear and moist ink are all the most stable undertones of time. The young man has a peaceful mind, plays the guqin in a room, and enjoys happiness year after year. After five years of dedicated study, he lost the clumsiness and recklessness of a beginner and developed a body that is gentle and steady. His fingertips are extremely well-measured. He can not only gently brush away thousands of years of piano dust, but also accurately repair ice cracks. The ink words on the wall, "On the seven cold strings, listen quietly to the pines and the cold wind" are the master's expectations and his original intention for many years. He guarded the guqin, the context, and the quiet years. He thought that the rest of his life would be like this, with the guqin as his companion, and ink as his companion, year after year, uneventfully, until that spring morning, a soft knock on the door broke the silence of the room for many years. The appearance of Wang Zhaolin is the most timely surprise in the spring of Gusu. The girl was wearing a plain white skirt, holding a plain drawing board in her arms, with white magnolia blooming on her temples, her eyes as clear as jade washed by spring water, and with the purity and shyness unique to young people, she cautiously broke into his dark world. She came for the guqin, for the pen and ink paintings, and for the elegant and ancient charm that she loved in her heart. She understands qin poetry, loves ancient utensils, is obsessed with the character of each qin style, and is attached to the tranquility of each qin poem. Such a sincere and passionate love is so consistent and congenial with Chu Lianjiang, who has devoted himself to practicing qin for five years. The best encounter in the world is never a grand encounter, but a coincidental meeting with the same soul and the same love. The beginning of this first encounter was a little awkward and cute panic. The girl inadvertently knocked over the lacquer bowl, and the rich raw lacquer suddenly splashed on the Tang Dynasty broken pattern piano that had been treasured for many years. The amber thousand-year-old paulownia wood was suddenly covered with heavy paint marks, like an ancient painting handed down from ancient times that was suddenly stained and damaged. At that moment, Wang Zhaolin was in a panic, and tears instantly filled his eyes. She knew that the guqin was precious, and that a thousand-year-old ancient instrument could not withstand any damage. She was filled with guilt and fear, and the crystal teardrops fell, hitting the paint marks, which were fragile and fragile. The most touching gentleness is never deliberately accommodating, but being calm and tolerant when faced with difficulties. Everyone would feel anxious and regretful when encountering this change, but Chu Lianjiang did not blame him at all. He looked at the girl's red eyes and the tears rolling down, and remembered his master's words, "If there are too many ink spots, there will be too many tears." He felt only softness in his heart. He saw through the girl's fear and fear, and understood that she was not reckless, but just clumsy, so he used the gentlest words to relieve her guilt, and resolved the accident with the most elegant mood: the paint marks spread into the ice patterns, not only were they not damaged, but they were like natural frost patterns, adding a bit of ancient charm to the thousand-year-old guqin. A few words, gentle and appropriate, soothed all the girl's panic. Then he leaned over the side of the piano, wiped off the remaining paint with a fine cloth, and wrote verses in pine smoke ink. Liu Changqing's ancient Qin poems are written on the belly of the piano, in clear and youthful small regular script. The ink is warm and smooth, and the writing style is elegant. It just fills in the blank space on the piano body, turning an unexpected damage into a unique and elegant embellishment. A scratch of paint, a poem, and an unintentional mistake created the only exclusive mark on this Tang Dynasty Guqin for thousands of years, and also marked the beginning of their fate. This is the most extreme form of Chinese romance. It is not passionately publicized or straightforwardly confessed. It is hidden in utensils, hidden in pen and ink, blended in time, and quiet in encounters. This first encounter is the encounter between Qi Mo and Dan Qing, the compatibility between the piano repairer and the piano painter, and the two-way pursuit of two original hearts that love tradition and elegance in the spring of Suzhou. Chu Lianjiang has been keeping the piano for five years, and his mood is calm and indifferent. The years are gentle but lonely. He repairs the piano day after day, which is perseverance, but also ordinary. And Wang Zhaolin's arrival was like a wisp of spring breeze coming in through the window, carrying the fragrance of magnolia and the warmth of the painting, blowing away the loneliness in the room and adding the gentleness of the world and the sweetness of fireworks to his boring and regular days as a craftsman. She will squat quietly by the piano, staring obsessively at the thousand-year-old broken lines, and understand the stories of the years in the lines; she will carefully describe the style of the piano, hiding all her love in the painting; she will shyly pronounce his name, her eyebrows and eyes are curved, like peaches in the spring breeze; she will quietly add a white magnolia in the corner of the painting, hiding the fleeting heartbeat in the corner of the painting paper. But Chu Lianjiang, who had always been quiet, reserved and not good at words, gave her all his tenderness and preference. He patiently explained to her the context of the guqin and the meaning of broken patterns, tolerated her clumsiness and confusion, and acquiesced in her quiet preference. He listened to the rustling sound of her pen tip and felt the fresh tenderness that the room had never experienced before. After five years of lonely repairing the piano, Qi Mo is no longer lonely, and all the piano and books have their place to go. Mr. Su's joke revealed the purest fate between the two: Lian Jiang knows the guqin and Zhaolin knows the painting. They were born for the guqin. There is no excitement of love at first sight, no lingering ambiguity of deliberate flattery, only the gentleness and tranquility of the spring streets, the elegance and tranquility of the pen and ink in the piano room, and the slow approach of two sincere hearts. Their heartbeats are hidden in the swaying shadow of morning glory on the window, hidden in the floating fragrance of magnolia, hidden in the intertwining fragrance of raw lacquer and ink, hidden in the tacit understanding of each stroke and every word. From now on, in the deep spring in Gusu, there is not only mist and rain in the alleys, not only the fragrance of music and ink, but also a person to accompany you to enjoy the wind and moon of Guqin, enjoy the joy of poetry and uphold the traditional elegance together. Looking back many years ago, that dark accident in spring was the gentlest prologue to their story. A bowl of overturned raw lacquer, a handed down Qin poem, and a clumsy encounter made two young people who stick to tradition and love elegance become attached to each other in the gentle city of Gusu, and their love lasts forever. It turns out that all perfect encounters in the world happen at the right time; all gentle heartbeats are the result of the fusion of original intentions. The guqin has been silent for thousands of years, but it has witnessed the most tender encounter; the spring breeze has been silent year after year, but it has fulfilled the most elegant love. ❷Spring is deep and dark, let's celebrate the year of the piano together The morning light of spring is the same every year, flowing through the green tile cornices of Pingjiang Lane, passing through the layers of morning glory vines, and falling gently into this quaint Guqin restoration room. Since the first encounter with Qi Mo that day, the spring in Suzhou seems to have been rubbed softer and softer. Wang Zhaolin became the most frequent visitor to the restoration room. He came every day on the morning dew and carried the breeze. The white magnolia on the temples changes one round after another, and the flowers on the branches remain in bloom, just like her enthusiasm to rush here every day has never diminished. Every day it gets slightly bright, the fog in the alley has not dispersed, and the bluestone slabs are still slightly cool with the rain and dew from last night. Wang Zhaolin walks in with a brand-new roll of drawing paper and walks in the fine morning light. The oil-paper shoes ran over the wet stone slabs, without any noise, and the simple wooden door was gently pushed open, and the fresh air of raw lacquer and pine smoke rushed into the room, enveloping it with a quaint and elegant charm that lasted for many years. Chu Lianjiang is always earlier than her. For five years, he had already developed the habit of meditating in the morning. Before daylight, all the utensils on the desk have been arranged, the paint brushes are arranged neatly, the fine cloth is clean and dust-free, and the pine smoke ink is ground to a thick and even texture. The guqin is placed quietly on the desk, waiting for the daylight and people to come. Hearing the soft knock on the door, he didn't even need to raise his head, he already knew in his heart that it was the girl who went to appointments every day. "Today came earlier." He raised his eyes and smiled, his fingertips still stained with light raw lacquer that was still wet, and his warm brows and eyes were soaked in the morning light, which was too gentle to be true. Wang Zhaolin's cheeks were slightly warm, he nodded slightly, and placed the drawing board on the desk by the window. The morning light was the most transparent, which was most suitable for tracing the texture of the guqin. "I thought that the sky would be nice in spring, so I would draw a few more Qin-style sketches to live up to the spring beauty." Her voice was soft and gentle, like the spring breeze blowing by the corner of the eaves, dispelling the silence in the room. From then on day and night, the piano room had a constant gentle rhythm. Chu Lianjiang sat in front of the mahogany table and concentrated on repairing the gutong and guqin. The bamboo knife gently picks up the raw lacquer and fills in the ice patterns on the piano body carefully. The fingertips are steady and light. Every stroke of writing and every filling is the result of five years of ingenuity. He stared intently at the thousand-year-old guqin, his eyebrows and eyes were calm, and his whole body had an elegant temperament that was untainted by fireworks. Time seemed to be flowing slowly, gently and long on him. Wang Zhaolin is by the window, crouching at his desk and tracing pictures. The charcoal brush gently falls on the paper. The soft rustling sound blends with the subtle movements of the piano repairer and becomes the most beautiful movement in the piano room in spring. She quietly moved her gaze away from the drawing paper and landed on the young man's focused profile. The morning light outlined his sharp jawline and softened his calm eyebrows. The slightly astringent breath of raw lacquer lingered around him, cold and gentle. After looking at it for a long time, the pen tip unconsciously shifted, and a small white magnolia was quietly added to the corner of the piano-style sketch. The flowers are pure white, elegant and flawless, just like the heartbeat she hides in her heart and dare not express it with her mouth. It's like this every day, every year. As spring deepens, the vegetation in the alley becomes more and more prosperous, morning glory vines grow wildly on the walls, and clusters of purple and white flowers cover the black tiles. Looking out the window every day, I witness the gentleness of the room day and night. Wang Zhaolin's drawing papers are getting thicker and thicker, and each sketch is meticulous and meticulous. The Zhongni style is upright and elegant, the sunset style is graceful and gentle, the banana leaf style is smart and elegant, and every piano style is described in detail by her, making it lifelike. In the corner of the drawing paper, without exception, there is a small white magnolia hidden, which is her gentle whisper that no one knows. Chu Lianjiang saw everything but never pointed it out. His mind has always been delicate and transparent. He knows the tenderness that cannot be hidden in the girl's writing, the joy that cannot be hidden in the eyes, and the shyness in every move. It's just that the young man is reserved and gentle, and is not good at confessing with words. He only responds silently and goes quietly in his own way. She loved the elegance of guqin poetry, so he would explain to her the artistic conception of ancient qin music in his spare time, detailing the origin and meaning of each line of guqin poetry; she was obsessed with the lines of the guqin, so he would dissect the time stories of water patterns and ice cracks one by one, and teach her to distinguish the differences in style between ancient and modern qin styles; she preferred pen and ink paintings, so he ground pine smoke and inscribed her inscriptions in clear and small regular script to match her delicate paintings. One afternoon, the spring sun was warm, and the warm wind flowed through the window, fluttering the yellowed piano music on the desk. Wang Zhaolin finished drawing a sketch of a sunset-style guqin, put down the charcoal gently, and looked at the broken-grained guqin from the Tang Dynasty on the table that she had accidentally splashed paint on and whose gaps he wrote a poem about. He said softly: "Lian Jiang, I got into a big disaster that day. I thought that this thousand-year-old guqin would be damaged, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be the most special look." Chu Lianjiang raised his eyes and looked at the guqin that was quietly displayed. The ink characters on the belly of the instrument, "On the seven strings of the instrument, listening to the cold wind in the pines," have become warm and moist over the years. The original paint marks have long since blended with the texture of the instrument body, turning into natural ancient patterns. The vicissitudes of life are unique and unique. He smiled softly: "Everything in the world has a cause. An unintentional accident is an opportunity for Qin, and it is also an opportunity for you and me." A simple word, gentleness and hiddenness, it is the end of all fateful encounters. Wang Zhaolin's heart trembled, and he raised his eyes to look at him, just in time to meet his gentle and clear eyes. The spring light falls between the two of them, silently, but it treasures all the heartbeat and tenderness. She suddenly understood that this spring accident was never a fault, it was an encounter gifted by fate, and the gentle fulfillment of the years. "I always felt that keeping antiques and studying poems and books was the loneliest thing in the past." She murmured softly, with gentle eyebrows, "But after getting to know you, I realized that love will never be lonely. Someone who understands your preference, cherishes your sincerity, and spends time with you is the best perfection in the world." Hearing this, Chu Lianjiang felt warm in his heart. During the five years of lonely piano practice, he once thought that the rest of his life would be accompanied by the fragrance of the guqin and the ink, and he would live in isolation. Until she came in spring, bringing tenderness and tenderness to his lonely years, making the boring craftsman become gentle, lively and full of sweetness day and night. He stood up slowly and took down a book of guqin poems that he had collected for many years from the bookshelf. The pages were yellowed and the corners were warm. They were the guqin poems he had personally copied when he was young. "This book of poems is for you." He gently handed it to her hand, "May your pen and ink be filled with poetry, your paintings have rhyme, and spring will come to you every year, and the piano and book will always be with you." Wang Zhaolin took it with both hands, and rubbed the warm pages with his fingertips, feeling warm in his heart. She knew that this was his original gift that he had treasured for many years, and it was a testimony of his youthful love. Now that he gave it to her freely, he was sharing half his life's love with her. The breeze blows slowly in the afternoon, the fragrance of magnolia floats, and the room is filled with the fragrance of lacquer ink and books, gentle and lingering. Mr. Su often sits quietly in the corridor, looking at the two young men who are practicing painting and playing the piano and writing in the room, with a smile of relief in his eyes. He spent his whole life teaching and educating people, restoring guqin, and was familiar with the elegance of the world. Most importantly, he understood that the importance of a craftsman's craft lies in his original intention, and the importance of the world's friendship lies in harmony. Lianjiang is calm and upright, and his care is sincere and gentle. The two of them blend the piano and painting, and accompany each other with poems and books. It is a blessing of cultural background and a good match in the world. Spring is approaching twilight, and the flowers are about to fade, but the gentle day and night in the piano room never end. Wang Zhaolin still comes every day, bringing with him the sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by himself. It is soft, glutinous and sweet, which dilutes the astringency of the raw lacquer and adds warmth to the cold world of craftsmen. The three of them sat around and chatted, discussing the cultural context of the guqin, reciting elegant poems, and talking about interesting things about the years. They were gentle and peaceful in ordinary days and nights. In his spare time, Chu Lianjiang would clean his hands, burn incense and lightly pluck the seven strings. The cool music of the piano came out through the window, spread through the spring breeze in the alleys, and circled around the morning glory vines, gentle and long. Wang Zhaolin sat quietly by the window and wrote about the man playing the harp. The sound of the harp was the rhyme, the spring breeze was the scenery, and the pictures were the emotions. The mountains and rivers he wrote were gentle and the years were peaceful. She painted his calm look with his eyes lowered while practicing the piano, his elegant demeanor as he wrote poems, a room full of deep spring ink, and the two of them day and night. Every painting hides the spring breeze's thoughts, the tenderness of meeting each other, and the unchanging preference. Twilight is approaching, and the afterglow of the setting sun fills the piano room, gently overlapping the two figures. Chu Lianjiang looked at the fine white magnolia in the corner of the drawing paper, and finally said softly: "You painted the magnolia all spring, and it remains unchanged year after year." The tips of Wang Zhaolin's ears were reddish, and he lowered his head and smiled: "We meet you in spring, and the magnolia is the proof. Year after year, it is the original intention." There is no vigorous confession, no lingering vows, just the spring breeze as the witness, the guqin as the matchmaker, the ink as the contract, and the painting as the promise. Two young people who love traditional elegance quietly make up their mind to each other for the rest of their lives in the gentle spring of Gusu. Thousands of years of silence on the guqin bear witness to a tender encounter; the silent spring breeze year after year brings together the whole life of the guqin and the book. As time goes by, spring passes and autumn comes, flowers bloom and fall, and the mist and rain in the alleys remain the same year after year. Chu Lianjiang still devotes himself to repairing the guqin and protecting ancient cultural relics with thousands of years of history; Wang Zhaolin still writes paintings to describe the elegance of the ancient qin in the world. They are still guarding this small restoration room, guarding the fragrance of books, guarding the tender heartbeat when they first met, guarding their love and original intention. A piano, a painting, a poem, a book, day by day, year by year. That unintentional mistake in a spring alley finally became the greatest consummation in this life. That tender encounter in the guqin poetry is ultimately the most romantic and elegant fate in the world. The depth of spring lives up to the first meeting, and Qi Mo finally meets her beloved. From then on, the piano and the book accompany each other, and the years are gentle, and they live in peace and worry-free every year.