"The wind is warm, the fog is clear, the pond is full of spring..."
Spring is full of joy, and the voice is gentle. On the lawn, it is Li Shishi who is playing the piano and singing. The lyrics and music follow the tune of "Ying Tianchang". The woman tapped her fingers lightly, lowered her eyebrows and lowered her head. Instead of always smiling and watching the audience like ordinary performers, she put her heart into the lyrics and music, because the word is Zhou. Bang Yan had just recited it, and she was also experiencing it carefully at this time, but also because of this intention, this figure had an air of ecstasy.
Zhou Bangyan was also standing on the side of the crowd at this time, listening to the melodious singing voice, but did not look towards Li Shishi, but landed on the side of the mountain, as if sinking into selfless memories.
He was also very satisfied with the words he slowly made while chatting and laughing with everyone.
"... It's the night without the moon, the dark and cold food. Liang Jianyan, a former guest. He seems to laugh at me, close the door and worry about silence... Flowers have passed, the courtyard is full of rue, and the ground is full of mess... "
This is not a festive lyric that fits the occasion. Zhou Bangyan is best at using objects and romance. In his ci poems, there are many emotions and sorrows. The topic that everyone talked about was originally when he was an official in the capital, but he was dismissed at this time, and then he talked about some other topics, followed by a few words of emotion, and Ci Xing came. I wrote the first two sentences first, and the latter followed gradually.
This poem was written about the scene of Hanshi during these few days, which is "it is the night hall without moon, dark and cold cold food", but it uses what Bai Juyi said in the poem "Cold Food Night": "A cold food night without moon and no lamp, In the dark of night, there is still a dark flower." It is easy to use the words of the predecessors to express and express emotions, which is also the characteristic of Zhou Bangyan's poems. After the teacher finished singing the first half of the queer, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and sang the feelings of the second half of the queer.
"... In the time of Changji, we met and met in the outskirts of Youbi. We also saw the Han Palace passing candles, and flying smoke from the five princes' residences. , I know myself."
The first half of the que is written about today's events, while the second half of the que is about memories of the past. Those lines, "See also the Han Palace passing candles and flying smoke from the five princes' residences," are based on a poem "Cold Food" written by Han Hong, a poet of the Tang Dynasty: "Flowers are flying everywhere in the Spring City, and the cold food is the east wind to control the willows. Candles, light smoke scattered into Wuhou's house." This classic is also used very well, and finally, the whole poem is a rare masterpiece.
Of course, if Ning Yi was here at this time, maybe he would have laughed a few words, maybe Puyang Yi and the others who were in the crowd were also laughing. Fang Cai Ning Yi wrote the sentence "There are thousands of kinds of people in the world, don't ask for the clouds." It was aimed at Li Shishi. At this time, he might feel that it would be a bit flattering to write words to praise him. Wrote a phrase recalling the old man, in a nutshell: "How did I have a girl before..." It means that I am not a guy who is fascinated by Li Shishi.
Of course, no matter what these intentions are, they are also obscure thoughts that only a few people can think of. After all, words are good words, and when this word is written, the works of the rest of the people are immediately overwhelmed. After the teacher finished singing, she pondered it carefully for a long time before she took her fingers off the strings. My daughter's family usually likes these works about past love affairs very much. The rest of the people also applauded and applauded. They were aroused and could not calm down.
Zhou Bangyan had some other careful thoughts in writing this poem, but most of them were really inspired. When others praised him, he smiled modestly, but this morning, the current poem is already the best work. Cao Guan has also written one, but it is still worse than this song "Ying Tianchang". some. The number one talent in the capital is well-deserved, but some people are trying to find Ning Yi's location while joking, but naturally they can't find it.
After a while, Zhou Bangyan took a moment to spread out his fan and walked towards the woods beside him. At this time, his heart was occupied by the love of the past, and the victory and defeat in the literary field also prevailed for the time being. After walking for a while, someone came up from the side: "Big Brother Zhou is very affectionate, my little sister is really touched." But it was also Li Shishi with a slightly sad expression.
Zhou Bangyan looked back, they had walked a long way at this time, and the figure over there was about to disappear in the gap between the trees: "Is Shishi not there? I'm afraid it's a little bad to follow me like this."
"It doesn't matter, they just competed, and it's over. The teacher just said to come and take a rest... Brother Zhou, Shi Qiaoyuan, Liuxia people, still know each other. I don't know which girl is that?"
"Haha, the teacher is so smart, he naturally knows that if you want to talk about worrying about new words, you have to have some fantasies, but how can a woman who sees each other still know herself."
"Anyway, Big Brother Zhou's poem is going to be the leader of this literary conference, but it's just too early, there's still half a day left, and others are afraid that it won't be easy for others to make a move."
"Master is joking." Zhou Bangyan smiled and shook his head, but there was a bit of pride in his eyes, and then said, "Master, the old friend who still knows himself, hasn't he shot yet, but he doesn't know where to go at this time. already."
The teacher bowed his head slightly: "Brother Xiao Ning's words are also well done, but Brother Zhou's song, both the text and the artistic conception have reached a good level. Compared with Brother Zhou's three poems, Xiao Ning's three poems are also the same. The difference seems to be. And Xiao Ning has only written three poems in the past few years. He must have a temperament that likes to carve, and it is impossible to write good poems at any time."
These few sentences juxtapose Zhou Bangyan's poems and Ning Yi's three poems. In fact, Zhou Bangyan knows that there is still a gap between this "Ying Tianchang" and those three poems. However, although Li Shishi was boasting, he actually affirmed Ning Yi's poetic talent, and vaguely said, "Maybe he can't compare to you." Excellent work, he only has three songs in a few years, even if it is good, it is always difficult to compare with me at this time. The feeling of melancholy faded for a while, but Wei Wei has some thoughts of fighting, thinking that if he can meet Na Ning later Li Heng, I really want to have a try with him.
On the surface, he naturally maintained a smile. Shishi was able to leave the others to come with him. He was also very happy, chatting and going deep into the woods.
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The woods weren't too deep. When Zhou Bangyan and Li Shishi walked in, Ning Yi sat on the stone and asked Yunzhu, who was beside him, to take needles and thread, and sewed the *** on his clothes for him. Bask in the sun and talk.
After getting along for so long, in short, they have to have similar interests. There is always no shortage of topics between the two, daily life, trivial things. There are often opportunities for them to be alone, but since Jin'er's destruction is always very deliberate, at this time, it is inevitable to joke about Jin'er's absence, saying that she will be afraid to come over later, and then say The weather has been fine since today. Yunzhu sat next to him with his legs bent, and was unhappy with sewing, but he was enjoying the time together. After chatting for a while, he asked, "After the beginning of summer, are you going to leave?"
Ning Yi and Su Tan'er were going to visit Suzhou and Hangzhou, and they had already told her that the date was approaching, and Yun Zhu couldn't help thinking about it. Ning Yi was silent for a moment, before nodding, but said in his mouth: "The date of departure has not yet been decided, maybe it will be later."
Yunzhu smiled: "I just want you to come back sooner." He added after a while, "If you don't come back, maybe I will chase after you. When that time comes, I will also go to Hangzhou to open a shop."
"It won't take that long."
"Perhaps Miss Su is pregnant with a child, and it is inconvenient to return to Jiangning to give birth."
Yunzhu thought a little more, and now Ning Yi thought about Su Tan'er's possible pregnancy, but didn't know how to answer. Yunzhu's temperament is gentle, he understands, he accepts his fate, and he also knows this, but when discussing Su Tan'er in front of her, Ning Yi always feels that he is not being kind. Yunzhu looked at his expression, smiled, and then blushed: "Or, before you leave, that... uh, that... "
She spoke for a long time, but in the end, her face turned red and she couldn't say more. Then she lowered her head and tied a knot, biting off the thin thread. Ning Yi naturally knew what she was referring to: "I have to find a way to avoid Jin'er, that guy is like a brown candy, how can I keep her away for a long time..."
Naturally, it was not easy for Yunzhu to participate in Ning Yi's discussion on "How to spread the guards away and let me eat you." She turned slightly to the side and rested her head and shoulders on Ning Yi. At this moment, Ning Yi was sitting He was taller than her, put his hand on her other shoulder, and then lightly stroked her cheek, which was a little hot, and Yun Zhu narrowed his eyes.
"Actually... Jin'er really likes you..." Ning Yi sighed.
"Um."
"Before I leave, if I've been gone for so long, there are other people..."
Ning Yi spoke slowly, and before he finished speaking, Yunzhu moved his head slightly beside him, closed his eyes and said softly, "Yunzhu is not a watery girl, and it may not sound very glorious, but over the years, I have encountered Is it because there are not many men in the room? I only like you, and if I like it, I will not change it. Those things... It doesn't matter before or after, even three years and five years, I only like you. Liheng, I I never thought about entering the Su family, I just wanted to enter the Ning family. If you marry me or not, I will give birth to a child for you in the future, and his surname will be Ning..."
She didn't express fierceness for Ning Yi's words, her tone was indifferent and gentle, but she also had consistent tenacity, Ning Yi smiled and groped her fingers around her lips, she also laughed: "Itchy. "
"Sorry, I was wrong."
"I am not angry."
Yunzhu sat there, and smiled again for a moment: "However, just now you really wrote poems for that girl Li, jealous..."
Naturally, what she said was a deliberate joke, and Ning Yi laughed: "Haha, they all said it was a bad poem."
"I think it's pretty good. It's a bit like your usual lyrics... Outside the pavilion, along the ancient road, the grass is green..."
She hummed a few words.
The sentences of the two are trivial and trivial. In fact, it is not a conversation where I will say a sentence immediately after you say a sentence. If there is a lot of content in the previous conversations, then it is the real love between men and women. In the bushes not far away, there were two figures who were about to retreat quietly. These were Zhou Bangyan and Li Shishi who had arrived here by accident. After listening for a while, they finally felt that it was rude.
Moreover, after hearing that he just made a "bad poem" by himself, Li Shishi is somewhat concerned about it. He is also more or less an oiran in the capital, and he is still a former friend, but you don't give face and write a "bad poem" perfunctory.
After retreating a few steps like this, Lin Ying was mottled, but Ning Yi over there smiled wistfully, as if moved by the woman's words. After a while, a few words came over, but the sound was not loud. Slowly, while thinking about it, he said casually: "Quicyue... Hang Shutong... Oh, the leakage of people is early quiet..."
Ah, this is the sentence of the poem.
The two stopped subconsciously.
never heard of it before...