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raindropthe optimal solution
People with different industry backgrounds have different ideas about how to solve problems. However, the final optimal solution can not be obtained from a single perspective. Perhaps the optimal solution is a combination of offline handling and online crowdsourcing. For example, users ride vehicles scattered in remote areas to a series of parking spots that may not be where we want them to be, but are on the optimal path for moving vehicles offline. Moreover, the flexible setting of the rout...
raindropOne cold Sunday
One cold Sunday, Mark came home with a bag of small silver fish. This is Xiang Yu, or ice fish as the locals call it. He had bought it in a shop in the town to the south, opposite where a small village had sprung up on the ice of the lake, a collection of simple wooden houses with holes drilled around them. I've seen a snowmobile ride from the shore to a cabin with a six-pack of beer strapped to the back, like a half-dozen mini passengers. "Sit down and rest," Mark said. "I'll cook....
raindropwho overturned the spring
The hedges are sparse and sparse a path deep, and the flowers on the tree heads have not fallen into shade. The child hurriedly ran after the yellow butterfly, and flew into the cauliflower with nowhere to be found. ——Yang Wanli, "Xugong Store in Suxin City" On a fine spring day in the Southern Song Dynasty, the poet went to Xinshi to find wine. A person, a horse, walking in the countryside, with grass on the street, green shirts upright, all in a leisurely life. He has passed the age...
raindropthe optimal solution
People with different industry backgrounds have different ideas about how to solve problems. However, the final optimal solution can not be obtained from a single perspective. Perhaps the optimal solution is a combination of offline handling and online crowdsourcing. For example, users ride vehicles scattered in remote areas to a series of parking spots that may not be where we want them to be, but are on the optimal path for moving vehicles offline. Moreover, the flexible setting of the rout...
raindropOne cold Sunday
One cold Sunday, Mark came home with a bag of small silver fish. This is Xiang Yu, or ice fish as the locals call it. He had bought it in a shop in the town to the south, opposite where a small village had sprung up on the ice of the lake, a collection of simple wooden houses with holes drilled around them. I've seen a snowmobile ride from the shore to a cabin with a six-pack of beer strapped to the back, like a half-dozen mini passengers. "Sit down and rest," Mark said. "I'll cook....
raindropwho overturned the spring
The hedges are sparse and sparse a path deep, and the flowers on the tree heads have not fallen into shade. The child hurriedly ran after the yellow butterfly, and flew into the cauliflower with nowhere to be found. ——Yang Wanli, "Xugong Store in Suxin City" On a fine spring day in the Southern Song Dynasty, the poet went to Xinshi to find wine. A person, a horse, walking in the countryside, with grass on the street, green shirts upright, all in a leisurely life. He has passed the age...
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My family's composition was not good, and during the "Cultural Revolution" I was often ordered to participate in rallies. Some good people knew that my grandfather could play the qin and ordered him to invite two nephews who could play the huqin to perform together. On the first tour in a neighboring village, my uncle was forced to cry. That night was originally a rally to denounce the landlords. Before the meeting, we had to build momentum and arrange for my uncle to play the violin and a girl to sing "Red Lantern". As soon as the door was opened, a shoe was thrown from the audience and hit the uncle on the head, telling him to roll off the stage. They accused the uncle's huqin of having problems, because a dragon head was carved on the stem - "Dragon is a mythical ghost and feudal object, how can it appear in the good situation of socialism? This is a blatant provocation!" The two immediately became a meeting of criticism The protagonist of the violin, it's not enough to do a review and make a guarantee, and he was forced to saw off the faucet on the piano rod...
A beautiful huqin was beheaded like this, and people were frightened. I heard about this from an uncle. Several uncles were reluctant to recall these old events. Only my second uncle reacted abnormally. Uncle has always been in love with Hu Qin, but he did not expect him to be a witness to this incident. Through the thick smoke, I saw a few traces of resentment in my second uncle's eyes. My thoughts returned to more than forty years ago, and I seemed to see the scene of the head of the piano falling——
They were criticized that night and asked to get rid of the headstock, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. Grandfather promised to take care of it, but it wasn't sawed off on the spot. This qin was brought back by my eldest uncle when he was in middle school in the county, but it became the second uncle's favorite. He didn't understand how to deal with the qin head. At that time, my grandfather was demoted and returned home from school, and his leg was broken during labor. Grandfather's eldest brother (the father of the eldest uncle and the second uncle) worked as a military doctor in the National Army during the Anti-Japanese War. At this time, he was imprisoned and did not know where to go. Therefore, the most important thing for grandfather was to save the lives of his nephews, or I would be sorry for the eldest brother. My grandfather worked for my second uncle, who was fifteen or sixteen years old and was very uncooperative. The grandfather got angry and asked him, "Is the head of the head more important or the head of the piano?" With tears and resentment, the second uncle sawed off the head of the piano under the persecution of his grandfather. Grandfather said: "This headstock is exquisitely carved, you can put it away first, you may use it later." The second uncle picked up the headstock and threw it into the stove without saying a word. The headstock is made of fine sandalwood, and the scent of sandalwood lingered in the house for a few days, and the family was immersed in it, silent.
That's how the headless violin came about. I was relieved to hear that, thankful that they were not beaten and criticized on the spot. But after a while, my heart became heavy. They ordered my family to cut themselves off like this. The second uncle was hurt the most, but it was his grandfather who pressed him. Grandfather felt even more uncomfortable. The tricks of those people can be described as ulterior motives.
The sound of the huqin, like a quiet whisper, can express a person's mood in particular. Without the headstock, can you still sound and lyric normally? I asked the second uncle gently: "The head is gone, the ugly face is embarrassing, just don't need to go to the show to get angry?" The second uncle looked at me and said, "You think we don't have to go this way? We have to go! The ugly ones are us. It's not them." For a long time, the lame grandfather took his two nephews and this ugly piano on a tour from village to village. Everywhere, the ugly qin is a joke for the audience. They don't know the reason, they think that my family can't afford a decent huqin, and they pick it up to join in the fun. Ugly Qin makes people look awkward, and they don't want to listen to it.
Ugly Qin has no head, and his grandfather and the others are also faceless. The appearance of playing the piano is so funny that no one is looking at him. Of course, the most embarrassed is the second uncle. He was very young and was ridiculed for no reason. In fact, he played the violin very well, but he was uneasy and his tone fluctuated greatly. Ugly Qin made the second uncle's temper also ugly. He became very stubborn and ignored his grandfather. They used to talk about Qin and art together, but slowly they stopped talking.
After talking about it, I couldn't help questioning the second uncle: "A young man holds a headless huqin in his arms, and there is no other way to release his emotions?" The second uncle said that he had worked hard, but he had no other choice.
It didn't take long for the uncles and aunts to stop reading because the village was not allowed. The second uncle was chased back from middle school twice by the production team leader. He was smart and eager to learn, but unfortunately, he never entered the school again before finishing the third year of junior high school. The second uncle has accumulated resentment and resentment. Others are afraid of the light. He is mixed in the production team. He went to learn the craftsmanship of the plasterer at a young age. He chops and chops with a brick knife every day. To cut down all kinds of ruggedness. However, this method did not make him feel relaxed. His mouth was shattered, and the blood flowed continuously, and he could not release the resentment in his heart. He remembered the headless qin again. He came back from work every day and locked himself in the room. Only Chouqin understood him. The tears in his eyes and the blood from the tiger's mouth were left on the qin, but he didn't know it.
The second uncle played the qin alone for a long night. Grandfather knew that he was depressed, so he enlightened him and said, "Playing the qin can relieve suffering, but it can't vent his emotions. The resentment you pointed out is too heavy." The second uncle said, "Didn't you say that the sound of the qin conveys the voice of the heart?" Grandfather He asked, "What do you yearn for?" The second uncle was silent. Listen to the confidant of the piano, gain and lose an inch of heart. The second uncle admired his grandfather's audio-visual skills so much that he changed his name to "Qingming", and since then he has been practicing the piano and rhythm.
Clear and transparent, there is flow sound. The second uncle has repeatedly realized and sought thorough understanding—people are like ugly qin, they have no face, but qin is still a qin. His heart slowly melted into the ugly qin, and the sound of the qin began to flow out of his heart. There was no earlier venting, and the tone was soft and beautiful.
The second uncle looked at me seriously and said: "Qin has no head, people need to be famous." I understand the meaning of this sentence, he is not talking about Qin.
The second uncle took this ugly piano and participated in the performances arranged by the superior again and again. There was no salary, only work points. From the village to the county, he is indispensable for important performances. He conquered many colleagues with the beautiful sound of the ugly qin, and infected countless hearts. People remember him and a headless qin. Once, when the head of the superior came to watch, the leader proposed to give him a new violin, saying that the violin was too ugly and affected the image of the county. The second uncle said that people can change but the piano cannot. He is arrogant, and will use this ugly qin to pull out unexpected sounds.
Grandfather did not expect that the second uncle has such a skill. The two discussed each other later, and the grandfather said that he could not speak, and asked the second uncle to buy professional books to study. The second uncle did not want to follow the trend. He wanted to express his own voice, so he taught himself to compose music, and his works were published in provincial, municipal and central newspapers and periodicals, and the radio recorded and broadcast for him. The China Music Association later absorbed him. for members.
The second uncle is familiar with the principle of the huqin, and he has a voice in his heart. This has nothing to do with Qin's ugliness and humble status. He is arrogant, turning pain into sound, and embracing people's hearts.
At a gathering in this village, the whole family was ordered to accompany the fight, and the target of the fight was the second uncle's mother. My grandmother has a fiery temperament. She used to have a festival with district officials and was the first to be criticized. In the winter, she was dragged to the school playground and was blown hard by the windmill. She refused to accept the softness and stood upright all night. Some people coaxed people from my family to play the qin, and my grandfather negotiated with them whether they could be replaced. They said no, and deliberately asked my second uncle to play. The grandfather was embarrassed, but the second uncle pulled the bow with ease. Staring at his suffering mother, he was like entering an empty valley, his heart was still like water, and the ugly qin in his arms was as calm as before. Later I learned that the second uncle was pulling "Bright Walk" by Mr. Liu Tianhua, and he had light in his heart!
Chouqin made the second uncle calm, and the second uncle made Chouqin send out endless wonderful sounds. Because of the missed years, the second uncle can only put his enthusiasm on his son, and "knead" my stubborn and uneasy cousin into a university music teacher.
The second uncle constantly participated in the county and city performances, and the headless qin was used to break the drum and could not sound normally. It was only when the whole city was performing that he accepted a new violin bought by the public as a gift to him.
The Chou Qin just died, and was placed in the corner of the miscellaneous house. No one has touched it for more than 30 years, and he never thought of throwing it away. It has been left behind after several moves, and it has become a utensil that cannot be used or discarded at home.
I smoked a lot and talked at length, but my second uncle didn't talk about piano skills. I couldn't help but ask him how he integrated into Huqin. He said that it was not a matter of skill, that the injustices of life were softened, the heart was empty, and the good things were integrated. After I realized it, I realized that what the second uncle said was actually his half-life experience with the Headless Chouqin.
My family's composition was not good, and during the "Cultural Revolution" I was often ordered to participate in rallies. Some good people knew that my grandfather could play the qin and ordered him to invite two nephews who could play the huqin to perform together. On the first tour in a neighboring village, my uncle was forced to cry. That night was originally a rally to denounce the landlords. Before the meeting, we had to build momentum and arrange for my uncle to play the violin and a girl to sing "Red Lantern". As soon as the door was opened, a shoe was thrown from the audience and hit the uncle on the head, telling him to roll off the stage. They accused the uncle's huqin of having problems, because a dragon head was carved on the stem - "Dragon is a mythical ghost and feudal object, how can it appear in the good situation of socialism? This is a blatant provocation!" The two immediately became a meeting of criticism The protagonist of the violin, it's not enough to do a review and make a guarantee, and he was forced to saw off the faucet on the piano rod...
A beautiful huqin was beheaded like this, and people were frightened. I heard about this from an uncle. Several uncles were reluctant to recall these old events. Only my second uncle reacted abnormally. Uncle has always been in love with Hu Qin, but he did not expect him to be a witness to this incident. Through the thick smoke, I saw a few traces of resentment in my second uncle's eyes. My thoughts returned to more than forty years ago, and I seemed to see the scene of the head of the piano falling——
They were criticized that night and asked to get rid of the headstock, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. Grandfather promised to take care of it, but it wasn't sawed off on the spot. This qin was brought back by my eldest uncle when he was in middle school in the county, but it became the second uncle's favorite. He didn't understand how to deal with the qin head. At that time, my grandfather was demoted and returned home from school, and his leg was broken during labor. Grandfather's eldest brother (the father of the eldest uncle and the second uncle) worked as a military doctor in the National Army during the Anti-Japanese War. At this time, he was imprisoned and did not know where to go. Therefore, the most important thing for grandfather was to save the lives of his nephews, or I would be sorry for the eldest brother. My grandfather worked for my second uncle, who was fifteen or sixteen years old and was very uncooperative. The grandfather got angry and asked him, "Is the head of the head more important or the head of the piano?" With tears and resentment, the second uncle sawed off the head of the piano under the persecution of his grandfather. Grandfather said: "This headstock is exquisitely carved, you can put it away first, you may use it later." The second uncle picked up the headstock and threw it into the stove without saying a word. The headstock is made of fine sandalwood, and the scent of sandalwood lingered in the house for a few days, and the family was immersed in it, silent.
That's how the headless violin came about. I was relieved to hear that, thankful that they were not beaten and criticized on the spot. But after a while, my heart became heavy. They ordered my family to cut themselves off like this. The second uncle was hurt the most, but it was his grandfather who pressed him. Grandfather felt even more uncomfortable. The tricks of those people can be described as ulterior motives.
The sound of the huqin, like a quiet whisper, can express a person's mood in particular. Without the headstock, can you still sound and lyric normally? I asked the second uncle gently: "The head is gone, the ugly face is embarrassing, just don't need to go to the show to get angry?" The second uncle looked at me and said, "You think we don't have to go this way? We have to go! The ugly ones are us. It's not them." For a long time, the lame grandfather took his two nephews and this ugly piano on a tour from village to village. Everywhere, the ugly qin is a joke for the audience. They don't know the reason, they think that my family can't afford a decent huqin, and they pick it up to join in the fun. Ugly Qin makes people look awkward, and they don't want to listen to it.
Ugly Qin has no head, and his grandfather and the others are also faceless. The appearance of playing the piano is so funny that no one is looking at him. Of course, the most embarrassed is the second uncle. He was very young and was ridiculed for no reason. In fact, he played the violin very well, but he was uneasy and his tone fluctuated greatly. Ugly Qin made the second uncle's temper also ugly. He became very stubborn and ignored his grandfather. They used to talk about Qin and art together, but slowly they stopped talking.
After talking about it, I couldn't help questioning the second uncle: "A young man holds a headless huqin in his arms, and there is no other way to release his emotions?" The second uncle said that he had worked hard, but he had no other choice.
It didn't take long for the uncles and aunts to stop reading because the village was not allowed. The second uncle was chased back from middle school twice by the production team leader. He was smart and eager to learn, but unfortunately, he never entered the school again before finishing the third year of junior high school. The second uncle has accumulated resentment and resentment. Others are afraid of the light. He is mixed in the production team. He went to learn the craftsmanship of the plasterer at a young age. He chops and chops with a brick knife every day. To cut down all kinds of ruggedness. However, this method did not make him feel relaxed. His mouth was shattered, and the blood flowed continuously, and he could not release the resentment in his heart. He remembered the headless qin again. He came back from work every day and locked himself in the room. Only Chouqin understood him. The tears in his eyes and the blood from the tiger's mouth were left on the qin, but he didn't know it.
The second uncle played the qin alone for a long night. Grandfather knew that he was depressed, so he enlightened him and said, "Playing the qin can relieve suffering, but it can't vent his emotions. The resentment you pointed out is too heavy." The second uncle said, "Didn't you say that the sound of the qin conveys the voice of the heart?" Grandfather He asked, "What do you yearn for?" The second uncle was silent. Listen to the confidant of the piano, gain and lose an inch of heart. The second uncle admired his grandfather's audio-visual skills so much that he changed his name to "Qingming", and since then he has been practicing the piano and rhythm.
Clear and transparent, there is flow sound. The second uncle has repeatedly realized and sought thorough understanding—people are like ugly qin, they have no face, but qin is still a qin. His heart slowly melted into the ugly qin, and the sound of the qin began to flow out of his heart. There was no earlier venting, and the tone was soft and beautiful.
The second uncle looked at me seriously and said: "Qin has no head, people need to be famous." I understand the meaning of this sentence, he is not talking about Qin.
The second uncle took this ugly piano and participated in the performances arranged by the superior again and again. There was no salary, only work points. From the village to the county, he is indispensable for important performances. He conquered many colleagues with the beautiful sound of the ugly qin, and infected countless hearts. People remember him and a headless qin. Once, when the head of the superior came to watch, the leader proposed to give him a new violin, saying that the violin was too ugly and affected the image of the county. The second uncle said that people can change but the piano cannot. He is arrogant, and will use this ugly qin to pull out unexpected sounds.
Grandfather did not expect that the second uncle has such a skill. The two discussed each other later, and the grandfather said that he could not speak, and asked the second uncle to buy professional books to study. The second uncle did not want to follow the trend. He wanted to express his own voice, so he taught himself to compose music, and his works were published in provincial, municipal and central newspapers and periodicals, and the radio recorded and broadcast for him. The China Music Association later absorbed him. for members.
The second uncle is familiar with the principle of the huqin, and he has a voice in his heart. This has nothing to do with Qin's ugliness and humble status. He is arrogant, turning pain into sound, and embracing people's hearts.
At a gathering in this village, the whole family was ordered to accompany the fight, and the target of the fight was the second uncle's mother. My grandmother has a fiery temperament. She used to have a festival with district officials and was the first to be criticized. In the winter, she was dragged to the school playground and was blown hard by the windmill. She refused to accept the softness and stood upright all night. Some people coaxed people from my family to play the qin, and my grandfather negotiated with them whether they could be replaced. They said no, and deliberately asked my second uncle to play. The grandfather was embarrassed, but the second uncle pulled the bow with ease. Staring at his suffering mother, he was like entering an empty valley, his heart was still like water, and the ugly qin in his arms was as calm as before. Later I learned that the second uncle was pulling "Bright Walk" by Mr. Liu Tianhua, and he had light in his heart!
Chouqin made the second uncle calm, and the second uncle made Chouqin send out endless wonderful sounds. Because of the missed years, the second uncle can only put his enthusiasm on his son, and "knead" my stubborn and uneasy cousin into a university music teacher.
The second uncle constantly participated in the county and city performances, and the headless qin was used to break the drum and could not sound normally. It was only when the whole city was performing that he accepted a new violin bought by the public as a gift to him.
The Chou Qin just died, and was placed in the corner of the miscellaneous house. No one has touched it for more than 30 years, and he never thought of throwing it away. It has been left behind after several moves, and it has become a utensil that cannot be used or discarded at home.
I smoked a lot and talked at length, but my second uncle didn't talk about piano skills. I couldn't help but ask him how he integrated into Huqin. He said that it was not a matter of skill, that the injustices of life were softened, the heart was empty, and the good things were integrated. After I realized it, I realized that what the second uncle said was actually his half-life experience with the Headless Chouqin.
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