#hulusi

The hulusi is a Chinese free reed wind instrument. The hulusi has 3 bamboo pipes, one melody pipe, one drone pipe, and another non functional pipe for visual symmetry. The drone pipe can be open and closed by foam lids. The hulusi’s melody pipe has the same fingerings of the similar instrument, the bawu

Tekrar çok tavsiye ediyorum, okuyun, okuyun. Okudukça, risaleler feyzâver nurları saçıyorlar. Okudukça iştiyaka getiriyorlar, usanç vermiyorlar.

L’hulusi è uno strumento a fiato cinese che ha una sonorità in bilico tra quella di un clarinetto e quella di un oboe (ma un’estensione molto più limitata).

È formato da tre canne di bambù inserite in una zucca.

La canna centrale ha sei buchi, le altre due possono avere solo funzione ornamentale o fungere da bordone (in pratica, come nelle launeddas, nelle gaitas o nelle zampogne, producono una nota suonata in modo continuo per buona parte o per l’intera composizione, che, però può essere bloccata occludendo il foro da cui fuoriesce aria).

Nei primi giorni del covid ne ho ordinato uno dalla Cina per una ventina di euro, ma mi è arrivato solo ora (per mesi risultava fermo ad Honk Kong, nel porto di Shenzhen).

La prima cosa che ho fatto dopo aver spacchettato è stata suonare tre volte questo brano a memoria. Poi ho messo insieme le tre (ehm!) esecuzioni a membro canino. Ne è venuta fuori questa offesa alle orecchie. 

(This is a story set in mythological China. It is set as a play and a ballet. Every Chinese mythological bird represents a Chinese flute - sanzuwu=hulusi, xianhe=xiao, bifang=bawu, shangyang=dizi, etc. it should be read in the style of Peter and the Wolf. Feedback is very much welcomed. Hope you enjoy.)

(In the time of the August Rooster.)

Early one evening, when the red sun began to set, there flew an old crow named Sanzuwu. Now, Sanzuwu was no ordinary crow. No, unlike the other crows who were bathed in the black feathers, Sanzuwu was feathered in red. In addition to this rare feature Sanzuwu was also blessed with three legs.

Sanzuwu was returning home from a long day's work where he would fly around the world everyday alongside the chariot of the Mother of Suns. He was coming home to rest upon the Fusang tree. It was a large mulberry tree that had many branches hanging all over the place. The branches were so heavy with fruit that they nearly touched the ground.

The old crow found its spot and perched upon a branch ready for rest. Before long Sanzuwu heard something walking on the ground below. As everyone knows the Sanzuwu bird has his eyes covered so that he may not eat of the Chunsheng grass. Because of this he cawed out loud to what was walking below:

“Hello down there.” He said. “Who travels this path at this time of day? Please state your name.”

It was Xianhe the crane, who was tall with white feathers with a crown of red. Like Sanzuwu, Xianhe was also special. He would carry the people who have achieved enlightenment through prayer and meditation to their new dwelling place. There they would become immortal and live forever.

After hearing Sanzuwu, Xianhe replied back.

“Hello, my friend, it is me, Xianhe the fairy crane. I am returning from a trip rarely taken these days.”

Sanzuwu was a bit perplexed and asked, “What do you mean by that?”

Xianhe replied, “Enlightenment is far from humanity. Many years ago mankind was eager to pray, be happy, and achieve enlightenment. Now, all they care for is money and food. Which only makes them angry and sad.”

“This very true,” said Sanzuwu. “I have seen it myself while flying around the world. Humans were made to love one another. But now all they do is love things that cannot love them back. And because of this they want more in order to fill the hole where that love is supposed to be.”

Xianhe agreed with Sanzuwu and said, “For many ages I have been dreading this time. I knew one day it would come. Because there are such few people achieving enlightenment the end of the world is near.”

“Yes, that is true,” said Sanzuwu. “While traveling in the west I was given a message from the Qingniao birds that the end is approaching for the wickedness of mankind.”

“But there is hope,” said Xianhe. “You see the Vermilion Bird watches over all. And if prayers are offered up and the men and women of the earth are peaceful, then everything will be alright.”

“They better start soon,” said Sanzuwu. “The Qingniao birds also said that they have seen the poisonous Zhenniao birds in many parts of the land destroying crops and everything around them.”

The two birds looked sad at the conversation they were having. They pitied mankind. And because of this they decided to pray.

After their prayer they looked at each other and before they could say another word they heard a loud and terrifying caw. They looked up to see a bright yellow light. From the light came a large green bird with red markings on its feathers. Its beak was white and it only had one leg. It swooped down past Sanzuwu and Xianhe before it landed on its one leg.

Xianhe covered his eyes and bowed his head. “It is Bifang,” he said. “The great bird of fire. He brings omens through the seeds of flame.”

Bifang looked at the two birds and said, “I have heard what you have been conversing about. And I am here to confirm it. The Zhenniao birds are causing destruction on the land. And after them will come the terrible nine headed Jiefeng bird to finish what is left. The sins of mankind are many. Their wickedness has reached the assembly on the supreme mountain and has offended the divine. After the Zhenniao birds and the Jiefeng have done their part I will finish the job with fire and destroy any evil that is left.”

As soon as Bifang had stopped talking he had spread his large green wings and flew away.

Sanzuwu and Xianhe were frightened from what they just heard. Everything will be destroyed by fire. They were not only frightened, but were also saddened. For they had met many wonderful people over time. And they knew that if there were good people in the past then there were good people in the present and there will be good people in the future. Xianhe knew there was still good people because he had just taken one to the place of enlightenment. However, because of this they decided to once again pray.

As soon as they were done praying they heard another loud caw. It was not as terrifying as the caw from the Bifang, but it did scare the crow and crane. They looked up and Sanzuwu said, “It is Shangyang, the rain bird. He brings omens of water.”

Down flew a large bird with blue feathers. It had black and white markings on its feathers. And like Bifang it had only one leg. It landed by the two birds and said, “I have heard your conversation and am here to assure you. Despite the fact that the destruction is inevitable the great fire will be washed away for a new beginning. The seeds of flame will be watered for a new world. Although I hear your conversations the Vermilion Bird hears your prayers. So fret not for evil will pass away and the good will sprout from the ashes.”

As soon as Shangyang had finished speaking he spread his wings and flew off.

Sanzuwu and Xianhe looked at each other and were relieved. They were still sad because of the destruction. But it made them happy that the wickedness would be destroyed and the land would be new again.

Harry: I can’t do this.

Hermione: Don’t worry about it. Everyone starts from somewhere!

Harry: (quietly) I want to start over

BARDS SERIES PART 2: 8/30 bards done~