It was a snowy morning, and Ah Ping went out to perform and continue to write Ah Bing

Ah Bing, who had long lost his master, was blind, and in order to make a living, he put on the huqin in his 30s and embarked on the road of performing arts. He went to the street every day to play the huqin, and he was discriminated against.

Winter is coming, there is goose feather snow outside the window, the cold wind is blowing, and the bare trees, like bald old men, can't stand the attack of the northwest wind, swaying in the cold wind. But Ah Bing insisted on walking on the street, he found a place with a lot of people to sit down, and played the huqin with both hands. After a while, his hands gradually lost his strength, and his feet became limp.

So, he had to rub his hands with ice cubes and live by his art; It's a hot summer, and the birds don't know where to hide; The grass and trees all hung their heads; The puppy was so hot that he stuck out his tongue and kept panting. But Ah Bing still braved the scorching sun and took to the streets, avoiding mosquito bites while pulling erhu ...... with his heartHe is also humble and studious, he is strict with himself, in order to practice a superb piano skill, his arm is swollen and sleepless all night, his fingers are worn out, the blood dyes the strings purple and black, and his ten fingers are connected to his heart, but he still works hard and never complains about being tired.

The sky was gray, and the first rays of sunlight had not yet reached the earth. The mournful chirping of birds drifts along the remote, narrow gravel path with a cool breeze. The shadow was about to be, and two black figures appeared and slowly moved forward.

Some saw it clearly, it was Ah Bing, under the guidance of his wife, carrying the erhu that had been with him for many years, towards his performing place.

The bustling streets are still asleep, cold, and clear. He walked to the bank of the Liangxi River and sat down. Subsequently, the huqin was played, and the sound of the piano was elegant and beautiful, like the fluctuating sound of the Liangxi River, with a faint sadness, desolate and continuous.

Now is the critical moment of the War of Resistance Against Japan, every family is short of money and food, and people are rushing for their livelihood. And Ah Bing is poorer, colder, and more miserable, how he wants to live a happy and happy life! But now all that was in front of me was pitch black.

People had already had lunch, but no one had asked Ah Bing to play a song until now, and the broken bowl in front of him was surprisingly empty.

A group of well-drunk and well-fed vendors came over, who were sitting on the side drinking tea, and when they saw Ah Bing, they didn't even look at it, and said angrily: "Ah Bing, we made money today, and we are in a good mood, so let's play two songs." At this moment, although Ah Bing's eyes can't see, his heart is bright.

Listening to the vivid words, I thought to myself, "If I hadn't been blind at this time, would it be your turn to speak to me like this?" But thinking that his stomach was still hungry, thinking that his home was already in tatters, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, his arms began to wave, and after bending, he got two copper plates, but they were thrown out of the broken bowl, Ah Bing hurriedly stretched out his skinny and cheeky hands, trembling and touching, how he hoped to touch those two copper plates as soon as possible!

A kind-hearted person reminded Ah Bing: "You pull so well, why don't you shout and pull the audience?" Ah Bing said: "I won't solicit customers, people will listen to it, now I am no longer a person, but I also want to be good, and I also want to live a decent life!" ”

Ah Bing was always like this, but he had to play for those two or three guests, listen to the jingle of a few copper plates, and at that time, Ah Bing's heart was like being pressed by a big mountain, trying to get rid of it in the struggle. Despite this, the family still cannot be fed. In the days that followed, Ah Bing lived a miserable life of performing arts every day, getting up early and greedy for darkness until he died.