Liang Yuan settled down in the Women's Bureau. At first, she suffered some difficulties. She was once asked by Mammy to thread hundreds of needles. After threading, she felt like a rabbit. She was also asked to sort out a tangle of threads. Or the whole pile of clothes. She needs to check them one by one. Where they are broken, mark them one by one, and let the women workers skillfully sew them up. These women workers are extremely skillful. After the worn clothes are mended, even the traces of mending are hard to see. There are a few people who specialize in embroidery. They like to yell at each other. The embroiderer has no gentleness and patience at all, because they are one of the few people with embroidery skills. The things they embroidered can be described as shoddy, "flat, neat, fine, dense, harmonious, smooth, smooth and even". None of the eight points is occupied. Liang Yuan really didn't have the heart to beat them. It's a big difference to think about the things embroidered by an embroidery lady like Aunt Five compared with those in front of her. Liang Yuan can't embroider, so no matter how well they embroider, she always smiles without speaking. After a long time, everyone will not embarrass her anymore. It's fair to do things equally. Xiaolan follows her behind every day and does all the heavy work that needs to be carried for her, but her eyesight is poor. It needs patience and careful work. Xiaolan really can't do it well. She is really a careless person.
Gradually, everyone knew that she was excellent in painting and poetry. Few of the slaves in the women's work bureau can read.
Busy and lonely days. Liang Yuan tried to make herself happy.
On one occasion, she sang the ancient style song that had been popular on CCTV for a while ago, Wang Wei's "Mountain Dwelling at Autumn Dusk".
The empty mountain is bathed in new rain, and the arrival of night makes people feel that it is early autumn.
The moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone flows upward.
The bamboo roars back to the Huan girl, and the lotus moves down from the fishing boat.
When spring comes to an end, the king and grandson can stay.
She taught the female workers to sing according to the tune made by the composer Tian Hao.
As a result, everyone pestered her to teach people to sing, and she also taught people to sing Li Bai's three Qingping Tunes,
First song
Clouds like clothes, flowers like appearance, spring breeze blows the threshold, and dew is thick.
If not seen at the head of the Jade Mountains, the moon would fall on Yaotai.
No. 2
A bough of gaudy dew is fragrant, and the clouds and rain on Wushan Mountain are heartbroken.
Ask who is like Han Palace. Poor Feiyan depends on her new makeup.
The third song
The famous flower loved the country and the king smiled.
Explain the endless hatred of spring wind, and the Chenxiang Pavilion leans on the north.
A few literate women workers also began to pretend to be themselves, fill in lyrics, compose music and sing. Many people do not understand the meaning of ancient poetry, but they are very accurate in mastering the tone. The whole Bureau of Women's Workers has changed completely since Liang Yuan came here. Concerts are held here almost every day.
Several girls, after finishing their work, would secretly bring wine, share it with Liang Yuan, and then pester Liang Yuan to teach them to sing. When rising, she would hold the wine pot, singing and dancing at the same time. When she is half drunk, she always sings Su Shi's "Water Melody Headpiece - When Is the Moon?"
When will the bright moon appear? Ask Qingtian about the wine. I don't know what season it would be in the heavens on this night? I want to go back by the wind, but I'm afraid that the Qionglouyuyu will be too cold at high places. Dancing to clear the shadows is like living in the world?
The moon rounds the red mansion Stoops to silk-pad doors, Shines upon the sleepless Bearing no grudge. Why does the moon tend to be full when people are apart? People may have sorrow or joy, be near or far apart, the moon may be dim or bright, wax or wane, This has been going on since the beginning of time. May we all be blessed with longevity. Though far apart, we are still able to share the beauty of the moon together..
Whenever she sings "I want to return by the wind", Liang Yuan will open her arms, like a bird that can fly, and turn back and forth. She will make funny faces and exaggerated movements, which will make everyone laugh. Even the eunuchs in charge will no longer care about their occasional skittish work.
”A Yuan, make a new word yourself and sing it! “
”Let me think about it. Today, I will write a lyric on the spot to let everyone enjoy myself! "
What words do you use?
This women's work bureau, with high walls and green tiles, has no interest in scenery.
She thought of the trip to Dunhuang. Liang Yuan will never forget that thrilling trip.
”The shadow of a camel in the desert is long, the yellow sand covers the setting sun, and the strong wind dances around the green hair. Where is the way forward? When I was young, I rode away from my hometown and let the wine go. I didn't know how to feel sad. I raised my whip and roared up to the sky and kicked up the smoke.
In the past years, the fleeting years are negative, and the time is scattered. When will you forget about the vast grassland? When will the wild geese come back? After the rain, the sky will be full of eagles and grass, the rainbow will reflect the glass lake, return the pearl at night, and send love to you tomorrow. “
Liang Yuan first practiced ci and composed music, but she couldn't do it well, so she just hummed.
A literate eunuch took the words written by Liang Yuan and asked, "Liang Yuan, can you give this to me? “
Liang Yuan was drunk and said, "This is not for anyone, no one, no Heavenly King. I give it to myself. “
While she was still babbling about how to compose music, everything around her became quiet. Everyone around got down on their knees.
Liang Yuan looked at the people around and shouted, "What are you kneeling for? I haven't finished composing my music yet. Although I wrote this poem for myself, you can sing it after I wrote it! “
A man stood beside her and took the paper with words from her hand. Liang Yuan looked up and woke up quickly. She knelt down and said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, forgive me! “
The emperor did not speak. After reading all the words written on the paper, he asked, "What's the crime?"
The eunuch in charge crawled to the front and said, "Damn the servants. If you don't work hard, you should die for singing and composing in this garden! “
The emperor walked around in the yard of the Women's Bureau and said, "The words are good, and the singing is also good. I accidentally went to the wrong place. The palace is so big that I have never been here! "
All the people kneeling below held their breath and dared not make a sound.
"You should do whatever you continue to do!" The emperor said and left.
He stopped walking behind the emperor, then jumped back like lightning, took away the paper with words written on it, folded it, and put it in his pocket. He glanced at Liang Yuan, who also saw him.