Flute melodious night

On June 2nd, it was the third day that the unit organized party member cadres to go to Xinyang County, Henan Province for red education and study. Teaching in other places during the day, visiting and experiencing the hardships of the revolutionary predecessors during the Long March, and returning to the station at night is still early, which is not easy. I was walking outside with two other colleagues.

Chuxinwan Hotel crosses a road, which is the Yellow River levee. We traveled south along the river, with beautiful scenery and tourists.

Hazy, weeping willows by the river fluttered with the evening breeze, dancing and graceful; Groups of fireflies are unwilling to be lonely, carrying small lanterns to fly and shuttle among willow leaves; The neon lights in the distance shine with strange light, and the scenery on both sides of the strait is beautifully decorated by neon lights and reflected in the water. The Yellow River at night is more mysterious than during the day.

Appreciating the beautiful scenery on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, I walked forward at a brisk pace and met a hill on the way. It is said by local people that there is a small river called Longquan River at the foot of the mountain, so this mountain is called Longquan Mountain. The mountain is not big, but the environment is elegant and the scenery is beautiful. We decided to walk up the mountain according to our ability.

The hiking route is narrow, steep and winding. Climbing halfway up the mountain, considering that there will be outdoor activities in the college the next day, we are ready to go back and save our strength.

At this moment, suddenly the flute sounded in my ear, which was very melodious. Listen carefully, it seems to be coming from the top of the mountain. Who is so cheerful, so late to climb the mountain and play the flute? The three of us immediately gave up the idea of going down the mountain and simply went up along the flute to find out.

By the dim light, we climbed to the top of the mountain carefully. Breathing heavily, we found an antique attic above, from which the melodious flute came.

Go to the attic through the cramped spiral staircase, wipe your sweat and concentrate. An old man is playing the flute. What a surprise! I saw him wearing a pair of Phnom Penh brown glasses and a white shirt. He is calm and very elegant. There is a bundle of flutes with different lengths and thicknesses in a red drawbar travelling bag beside me.

After the old man finished singing, we went forward to talk with him and learned that he was a retired cadre of Xinyang New County Tourism Bureau in his early years, and he was 70 years old this year. Although I have retired for many years, I have never been idle. I like traveling and writing on weekdays, especially playing the flute.

From ancient times to the present, old people are not only unconventional, but also very fashionable. In order to make the flute spread farther and better, he took a "wireless microphone" and a megaphone with him every time he went out.

During the chat, I saw more than a dozen folded manuscript papers on the armchairs in the attic, and I flipped through them, all of which recorded some familiar songs: Baiyang, to tell the truth, the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, the young grassland, the galloping horses defending the country, my motherland, Nanniwan. ...

When we asked him how many songs he could play, the old gentleman proudly said, "Hundreds. Playing for a few hours is not a problem! " "

At the kind invitation of the old man, we sang several songs in succession with his melodious flute: Let's Swing the Sculls, Camel Bell, For Who, Jasmine Flower, and Aobaohui. The old man used the flute to match different tunes, and with skillful skills,

When the attic at the top of the mountain met a bosom friend, the old man felt very happy. He gave us a thumbs-up and praised us for singing well. He also specially asked a friend around him to help him record the video on his mobile phone. Finally, he carefully wrote down our contact information and said that he would send us the video when he came back.

As for us, although it's a little hard to visit the scene for a day during the day and walk a few more mountain roads at night, I'm glad that your optimistic and positive attitude towards life has deeply infected us.

Think about it, in reality, how many people are either full of complaints and passive; Either sad or confused; What's more, they eat, drink, gamble and commit all kinds of evils. In this world, I am like a soulless body, living like a walking corpse.

After saying goodbye to the old man, we went down the mountain first. On the way home, the melodious flute sounded again.

It feels good to meet such a beautiful night in early summer!