. humming sound, gathering of hundreds, eccentric vibe.
In the first few hours of this Liqiu Poetry Festival, the development was indeed a little off.
Since Lu Tuizhi proposed to write a poem, the deserted atmosphere originally caused by the group fight has actually gradually disappeared, and those who can mix in officialdom and Vanity Fair, no matter Lu Tuizhi or not, can lead the overall situation. Well, they are quite skilled in the wrist of the lively atmosphere. When Lu Tuizhi said that Hangzhou was the theme, the next situation could be imagined that everyone would frequently come out with excellent works, commenting and appreciating each other, and being happy. Originally, there should be no surprises.
As a result, the atmosphere began to become weird again. Of course, it was a little different from the previous estrangement and weirdness.
"Xingsheng in the southeast, the capital of Ziwu, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times, looking at the tide, the atmosphere, but..."
"I've seen it before..."
"This rhyme fell..."
The words of discussion were buzzing through the crowd, and there were forty-two round tables. During the period, some merchants, some scholars, and some women who accompanied their husbands over, whispered and talked. In front of the main ship's hall at this time, the gathered scholars were also frowning and discussing. Some of them were originally writing poems, but they couldn't help but stop at this time. The things they were discussing were... very strange.
Lou Shuwan and her husband-in-law Song Zhiqian moved towards the front, and during the period they also whispered hello to several acquaintances or elders. Just before Caicai, Ning Yi was in the crowd and completed his lyrics.
This is the first lyric he wrote in Hangzhou. It is very simple, and it is also the standard for everyone to be cautious of his name as the number one genius in Jiangning. From the first moment he wrote this lyric, there were people around him. It was spread there, and then spread everywhere. It stands to reason that whether a poem is good or bad should be judged very quickly in the eyes of these scholars who have a high level of literary talent. It was passed out when it was made, and when it was half-written, the entire hall was surrounded by indescribable whispers.
At this time, his lyrics had already been written, and the atmosphere was still going on. Although Lou Shuwanfu also listened to the whole word intermittently, he still couldn't help but go over and take a closer look. Surrounded by scholars over there, the rice paper on which Ning Yi wrote the lyrics had already been presented to Lu Tuizhi, who couldn't help but come over. It's saying: "This word is so atmospheric... Looking at the tide..." But he never made a loud comment, which was already somewhat inconsistent with his original intention of trying to mobilize the atmosphere.
After Ning Yi finished writing, he said, "This song "Wang Hai Chao" please be straightened." This was originally a polite sentence, but the current atmosphere really seemed to be being straightened by a group of people.
Lou Shuwan probed over to look at the rice paper that was still on the table with neat and dashing fonts, but Lou Shuwan had never seen such fonts before, but she didn't think about it, just read the content. Ci Ming is naturally the content of the words on the Wanghaichao three-character paper, and only then did she read it completely and murmured it out.
"The shape of the southeast is prosperous, the capital of the Three Wus, and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times... Yanliu painted bridges, wind curtains and green curtains, 100,000 homes. Clouds and trees surround the embankment and sand, raging waves roll frost and snow, and the moat is boundless... Shi Liezhuji, Huying Luoqi , competing for luxury."
The atmosphere and splendor of this poem catches my eye almost from the very first sentence, and the subsequent sentences outline and describe it, and it feels like a picture scroll for a while. Only in the first half of the queer, there is no doubt that Hangzhou's style has been outlined, even Lou Shuwan, who has always lived in Hangzhou, was fascinated by it for a while.
She looked at Ning Liheng, who was holding his wife's hand and walking to the side. Out of curiosity, she had read the poems made by the other party many times, even though she had long been satisfied with the powerful words. I was deeply impressed, and at this time I couldn't help feeling a little shudder at this word. After all, this is the scene where he made these words. She experienced it personally, but she felt a little strange about the indifference of the people around her, so she went to the second half of the queer.
"Qingjia, which is stacked on top of the lake, has three autumn osmanthus, ten miles of lotus. The Qiang manages to clear the sky, the Lingge is full of nights, and the old man and the lotus baby are playfully fished. Thousands of horses have high teeth and get drunk, listening to the flute and drums, and chanting and enjoying the haze.
The future will be good, go back to Fengchi and praise..."
It was still an extremely gorgeous tone, like smoke and amber. She read the words softly and looked at her frowning husband. Lu Tuizhi had already taken the rice paper and walked towards Qian Xiwen and the others. Go, in fact, several old people have been meditating on something over there, their eyes are also complicated, and they even tapped something regularly with their fingers on the table. On the side of the hall at this time, several brothel women holding pipa and guqin were also leaning towards this side, and some stretched their necks as eager as swans. If you dare to go too far, you can only wait for someone to formally copy the words and bring them over.
"Xianggong, that wording is good, what's the matter? Everyone is like this..."
Among the crowd, Su Tan'er actually had the same suspicion as Lou Shuwan. In fact, when Ning Yi came up with the lyrics at this time, it does not mean that there will be an excellent evaluation immediately. After all, whether he will write the poem alone, and there are people writing around it, will others make an evaluation? is their business.
Su Tan'er only understands a little bit. Of course, the meaning is clear, but it is difficult to evaluate the level of top-level lyrics. And this is the first time that she has accompanied her husband to such a party. It is also the first time that Ning Yi has truly been by her side and has shown her talent in front of everyone. She is also very much looking forward to her, who admires and longs for the romantic affairs of talents. On one occasion, Ning Yi finished writing the words, and she also felt that these sentences must be excellent, but the reaction of the people was beyond her expectations.
Then Ning Yi led her, who was bowing her head in anxiety, to the side of the round table and sat down. Her hand was still held by Ning Yi at this time, but when she saw that the surrounding scholars hadn't approached, she dared to say softly, "What's wrong with that poem? Ah..." At this moment, Xiao Chan, who was on the back side, was also curious and said yes, yes, what's wrong? Is it badly written? "Ning Yi glanced at the two of them. Then he laughed and didn't answer.
Su Tan'er frowned and pursed her lips, her face full of suspicion. Su Wending, who had been following her all along, only now leaned her head on the chair beside her.
"Second sister, have you heard the word Wang Haichao before?"
"Uh... well, it doesn't seem to be, so what's the matter..."
Su Wending looked at Ning Yi with a complicated expression, not knowing whether to admire or sigh, and said softly, "Brother-in-law, is that a new work by you?" Ning Yi glanced at him, then looked at Duo Tan'er, also Laughing: "Well, I didn't have this name before..." "The new one?" Lou Shuwan's eyes widened, she couldn't believe what Song Zhiqian said. Song Zhiqian frowned: "Yeah, his lyrics are extremely gorgeous, and the rhythm is also excellent. Moreover, it is actually his own original word card, his hand is to crush people... Even if the word card is He did it for Hangzhou before, but it's scary to take it out at this time..."
At this time, no one dared to judge whether the word was good or not, or in other words, no one was willing to judge immediately.
This song "Wang Hai Ran", which is "the shape of the southeast wins, and the cities of the three Wus", was originally created by Liu Yong. Before this song, there was no brand name "Wang Hai Chao".
To talk about the origin and origin of the names of various ci and brand names, in fact, there are various kinds. From the Tang Dynasty, and even from the Han Dynasty, the word and brand changed from various Yuefu lyrics and music. In the Tang Dynasty, the mainstream of literati was mainly poetry. All kinds of songs are just trails and are not taken seriously, but they gradually developed, and in the Wu Dynasty, they also formed a scale that could rival the poetry in the Song Dynasty. Lyrics correspond to songs. The length and rhyme are placed in the singer's mouth, and there is a fixed singing style. Some people have made a pattern at a certain time, and once they are finalized, there are also many styles of lyric cards, which gradually change after thousands of trials. However, there is one point. That's for sure, it doesn't mean that if you make a crooked poem at random, you can say that it is your own original word card.
The length of the sentence pattern and the rhythm planning of the words and cards must be very testable. Everyone reads it in a fixed way, just like a song, rhyming and pleasant. In the mouths of those singers, even if there is no musical score, they can sing these words. The ancient poems actually included the way of singing.
This is also the reason why those brothel women are so sensitive to this term.
Make a new lyric on the spot—even if it is not on the spot, a person who can create an original lyric must be a master in terms of poetry skills. Originally, everyone thought that the book Hangzhou, even if it was a top-level poem, was not without it, but Ning Yi suddenly showed such a hand, but no one present thought he could do it.
They were unable and unwilling to immediately evaluate the benefits of this song, but they couldn't even find the faults of this new song at all. This was the most complicated thing.
The word draft was passed to Qian Xiwen, and then to Mu Bochang and Tang Xiuxuan. Several old people pondered the length and rhyme of the word card, and Lu Tuizhi and others were also thinking and discussing the word card. In fact, Lu Tuizhi liked it very much. He was the prefect of Hangzhou. He used Hangzhou as the title and was praised by everyone. This was also his achievement. Listening to the flute and drums while drunk, reciting the haze. The future will be a good day, go back to Fengchi to praise..." These words made him the most intoxicated, but then he was a little surprised, and on the side, Tang Xiuxuan also laughed in a low voice stand up.
"The future will be a good prospect. Go back to Fengchi and praise Qiangong. He just rejected your proposal, but he didn't expect to have such ambition in his heart."
Qian Xiwen shook his head and laughed: "If you use words and skills, these sentences are perfect, but he wrote it down at this time, which is a bit contrived."
Mu Bochang also smiled on his relatively rigid face: "Just now, everyone has worked hard, and he deliberately gave in. He wrote it to me for all the talented people in Hangzhou. After this word, it is enough to laugh at the grievances..." In this poem, the words "Thousands of cavalry hold high teeth, listen to the flute and drums while drunk, and recite the haze. In the future, there will be a good scene, go back to Fengchi to boast", which probably means that thousands of cavalry surround the commander. , listen to the flute and drums while drunk, watch and sing the haze scenery, paint the beautiful scenery in the future, and brag to the people when returning to Beijing for promotion. This kind of writing is the best expectation for those scholars or officials who are ambitious and diligently digging into the path of fame and fame. Hypocrisy, of course, everyone thinks about it carefully, it is natural that Ning Yi is not guilty of public anger, so he uses such words to hold everyone together and reconcile with each other.
Among the scholars, many people realized this meaning at this time, facing Ning Yi 1
He also smiled a little, and some came over to say hello and compliment a few words: "Brother Ning is good at learning, good at writing words, and he will sing for everyone..." After all, after Ning Yi showed such talent, he made a good friendship with him. Fan, lift the sedan chair, after all, it doesn't matter.
So also at this moment, Lu Tuizhi also smiled and spoke, juxtaposing Ning Yi's poems with those of the other people, it is natural to judge the superiority and the inferiority, and the others are mostly foils, but since the words are written in words Members, and the atmosphere of the members is more abundant at this time, so there is no need to draw down so urgently. Anyway, you can always see what you know in your heart, and it’s good to be bored in your heart, but at this moment, another strange atmosphere that is difficult for ordinary people to notice flows through the crowd, as if someone suddenly reacted to something, so that Many people turned their attention to Ning Yi in amazement, and then turned away.
The beginning of that feeling actually occurred among the most famous talents in Hangzhou.
On the Hangzhou side, there are He Qiming, Yu Lanzhi, and Geng Huoran who are called the first talents. Most of these people have parallel names, and they are different in everyone's mind. In addition, there are second and third... These people may have some problems with literati blind dates and occasionally fight each other, but they still have friendship with each other. When they knew the weight of this new word, several of them also gathered together, exchanged views, and communicated with each other. Judging, they could know that Ning Liheng meant to reconcile with everyone in the end, and for a while, they didn't say anything weird, and some people said: "This word is harmonious and harmonious in rhythm, gorgeous in atmosphere, and has a long aftertaste, Lyric writing skills, I am not as good. . . .
But also in the mutual comments, someone suddenly realized something vaguely, it is difficult to say who thought of it first, but in those silent eyes, many people who realized this matter, even for a while, their scalps are numb . Many years later, when these people are old people, when they talk about today's incident again, some people use the description of scalp tingling...
To sum up that kind of cognition, it is probably like this: If this person created this kind of word card a month or two ago, how could there be the latter expression of reconciliation with the public in this poem? Sentences with meaning
Everyone present will have the desire for fame and fortune, have the heart of fame and fortune, and want to read the book of sages and do some great things. In all fairness, it is difficult for them to believe that there are young people in the world who do not have such expectations, but Ning Yi just rejected Qian Lao's proposal, but they have to face this fact. Because no matter how crazy a person is, they will not use the status of a son-in-law to support him, at most a hermit status.
Several of Ning Yi's previous poems have been spread all over Hangzhou. Just now, these top talents have also taken out and examined them many times, and they can probably understand one of his styles. Such a person, if he said that this poem was not written on the spot, but he made it within a month or a few days ago, how could he have written "The future will be a good scene, go back to Fengchi to boast", now anyone can It can be seen that it is impossible for this person to write such sentences full of expectations of fame and fame in his leisure time.
This is what he did on the spot...
When everyone was thinking about taking out the finely crafted poems in the past, this person wrote such a poem on the spot, and it was able to be harmonious to such an extent. The new words and cards could be integrated to such an amazing height. ! Regardless of whether the lyric was created by him before or now, this lyric was created by him now.
At that time, he nodded and wrote the words, and he didn't even take seven steps without thinking. And realizing this, everyone is already a little reluctant to think about whether he made up the words at that time or whether he made up before.
This is hardly the category of genius, and at this level, it is enough to send chills down the spine.
Ning Yi sat there and tilted his head, digging his face with his fingers, where he was beaten, like a small patch on an umbrella, a little dark blue.
No one said the thoughts and speculations in this column, but they were all smart people, and gradually some people felt this inconsistency. After a while, Song Zhiqian who was sitting in the distance suddenly raised his head and stared at the couple on the side of the hall: "No, he, he and his words were written on the spot..." Lou Shuwan turned to look at him. Song Zhiqian's face was full of disbelief, but his cheeks twitched, and then he twitched again: "It's no wonder he doesn't write poems at all. It's not because of his indifference that he doesn't participate in poetry conferences. The only way is to play with him... Song Zhiqian didn't say the words, Lou Shuwan glanced suspiciously a few times, and then turned his eyes back bored.
In the hearts of many people present, there is no way to predict what kind of progress Ning Yi's talent will reach after the news of this poetry meeting spreads.
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Ning Yi and Su Tan'er were sitting there, one of their hands clasped together under the table, like a pair of immortals. Occasionally, people would come to say hello, and even a few people from the Qing Pavilion came to Ning Yi timidly to ask for advice. That appearance seemed extremely pious, and after a while, he heard the sound of music and sang "Watching the Sea Tide" written by Ning Yi, and then went to sing other things.
"After today, Hangzhou's business will be difficult to do..."
After experiencing such a poetry meeting and receiving various praises, Su Tan'er was actually very happy in her heart. Of course, her lovely vanity was also quite satisfied. She experienced the first time in her life that she truly belongs to "Mrs. I was moved, my heart was pounding, and there was a gentle and quiet smile on my face. However, there was also a sense of calm that she maintained, which allowed her to say some digressions.
Ning Yi was also smiling, looking at everything around him: "I have suffered you today, I can't help you." "I am your wife." Su Tan'er replied with a smile, looking at a piano player over there. "However, there is no need to argue with the Lou family. We will not take advantage of their place. Go back today, and when I finish the business in Hangzhou, let's go back to Jiangning, ... and then accompany my concubine. Xianggong goes to Beijing."
"Well, when the time comes when the officials and businessmen collude and become a money-robbing couple, I will help you get back all the losses here."
"Haha." Su Tan'er smiled happily, "Actually, I had an idea when I spoke earlier, but I just thought that you would not agree to my husband, so I gave up." "Huh?" "My concubine wanted to tell everyone, The concubine is pregnant with the husband's flesh and blood."
"real?"
"It's fake, it's not there yet anyway. I originally thought that when we go home today, we'll arrange an accident, and in a few days, I will tell the public that my concubine was angry this time, so the child died.
In this way, the Lou family will have to bear the stigma of killing a child, and they will not touch us. "Speaking of this, the smile on Su Tan'er's face converged, and she was as cold as frost. This was her cruelty as a decision maker.
Ning Yi squeezed her palm: "It's not necessary, it will make everyone unhappy." "Well, after thinking about it, I was not happy to do this. However, it was only because there were many doctors around. ." Su Tan'er smiled sweetly.
At the beginning of the party, it went on like this. At the position of the guest of honor, Lu Tuizhi gradually realized that the poem was actually written by Ning Yi on the spot. After hinting to everyone, he glanced at Ning Yi several times. He also said to Qian Xiwen: "If you have such a talent for learning, it is no wonder that Prime Minister Qin invited him to Beijing to help him, and he has both civil and military skills..." Caixue refers to the idea of writing poetry, but it refers to the following sentence of reconciliation with the students in Hangzhou.
Qian Xiwen also smiled and replied simply: "I don't know whether he is good at learning or good at martial arts. I heard that not long ago in Jiangning, there was an assassin from Liao State, and it was he who rescued Qin Xiang. "
"That's... a life-saving grace?"
"Well, it should be a life-saving grace."
Qian Xiwen said lightly, no more words, Lu Tuizhi glanced at him, and there was a chill behind him. He was about to give up Ning Yi earlier, and he also knew that Ning Yi had a relationship with Qin Xiang, but it was only a simple relationship. Since Qian Xiwen knew that Ning Yi had saved Qin Siyuan's life, he probably decided early in the morning that he would do everything in his power, but the old man just reminded him a little, but didn't say much, if he really went in the direction of convicting Ning Yi. , when the time comes... that really offends people miserably. Offending Qin Siyuan at this time, no matter what level of political achievements he has in the future, how much credit he has, I am afraid that he will not be able to eat and walk. Although he is the prefect, the old man in front of him is basically warning and beating him.
The harmonious atmosphere continued, no one could know the undercurrent surging under the table, and Lou Jinnin had already come over at this time, laughing and chatting with some people. Occasionally, those who wrote poems were still writing poems, but at this moment, no one challenged Ning Yi. The sunset gradually appeared on the horizon, and lanterns were blown up on the big boat, waiting to be lit later, and then, the dishes of Fuqinglou were also delivered one after another.
The magnificent rays of light dyed the western sky, clouds, lakes, mountains and rivers a magnificent orange red. In the evening, a slightly refreshing wind blew from the lake surface and blew into this open hall. Some people stood up and stood here. In the warm wind and the glow of the rays of the sun, looking at the distant landscape, someone recited a poem, wearing a long towel and a white robe, elegant and graceful. On Ning Yi's side, a genius from Hangzhou came to talk to him. Ning Yi also stood up and chatted with the other party. The banquet was about to officially start.
In the magnificent, refreshing, clean, and happy evening, Ning Yi turned his gaze to the sunset on the emerald piece. For a time, he was also stunned by such a scene, and he was slightly intoxicated by the wind.
Geese fly across the sky in the sunset.
The man next to him said something, Ning Yi frowned slightly, although he didn't focus on the conversation, the response was still simple, he was probably saying the next sentence. Ning Yi felt something, but it's hard to describe, maybe it's an illusion, those slight touches scratched in his heart, like ants, if the ant colony, and then like mosquitoes, then the illusion rises from the soles of the feet!
Under the setting sun, it seems to have experienced a quiet moment like the opening of Hongmeng, and then…
The foot suddenly moved!
Countless table legs squeaked for a moment, Ning Yi grabbed the scholar who was about to fall to the ground. At this moment, he didn't know what happened, but in the next breath, the big boat swayed.
A bang.
The big boat on the lake first flipped to the left, and then slammed into the boat over there. With the sound of wood shattering, the boatman probably lit a lantern above, and a lantern suddenly turned into a fireball, with " Ah!" The worker who shouted, fell from the side of his field of vision.
Shaking violently, the table and chairs swayed, Su Tan'er grabbed him, Ning Yi threw the scholar away, grabbed Xiaochan and Su Tan'er's wrists, bang bang bang, there was already the sound of tableware falling to the ground , In the hall under the setting sun, many people fell to the ground unexpectedly, in a panic, no one knew what happened, the ship was shaking. Someone was shouting "what's the matter?" and there were all kinds of weird voices. The woman screamed suddenly, the pipa broke the strings, and the woman cut her fingers. The rumbling sound came from far and near.
"What's wrong"
"steady"
Someone shouted hastily outside, someone shouted something, it was vaguely "younger brother" but the next moment it was discovered that it was "earth dragon..."
Then, like a horn sounding an alarm, a panicked voice ripped through the sunset.
"Earthworm"
"Dragon Turns Over"
"turned over"
The boat was still shaking, Ning Yi looked outside, the vision was shaking, it was not because the boat was shaking too fast, but because the picture of the boat shaking not fast enough and the faster shaking outside was poor. Rumble, boom, boom, boom. The water on the lake seemed to be boiled for a moment, and the distant mountains, cities, and nearby Xiaoyingzhou were all shrouded in violent vibrations.
The setting sun is like blood, in this evening with a magnificent sunset, the huge power swallowed from the depths of the ground has turned into a real nightmare, swallowing the whole continent with a violent shock to the vast world within sight and even the entire continent that is inaccessible. …
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The cataclysm begins, this is the turn from the family line to the national line in the three parts of "Zuofu": family, country and world.
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