Chapter 307 A song tonight with you in the sky

Author: purple water

Chapter 307 A song tonight with you in the sky

In Taixue, the academic qualifications are the ninth grade, the doctorate grade is the eighth grade, and the clerkship is the sixth grade.

It stands to reason that when the celebration banquet was held, this secretary should have met Zhao Tao in Daqing Hall, but he was not in Tokyo at that time. He went to Yingtian Mansion to supervise schools and did not attend the banquet.

However, as a sixth-grade official, I might have seen him from the sidelines, not necessarily directly in front of him, maybe just from the side, or maybe glanced at him from a distance.

This was how Si Ye felt at the moment. He felt that he must have seen this Kuangsheng somewhere before. He felt a little familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember who it was.

At this time, the writing behind the copy said: "The scholar who came to the stage came and left his name."

Zhao Tong shook his head: "Don't rush to leave your name first, write a poem and then talk about it."

Shubi also heard about writing poems with his feet. Seeing that he refused to record his name, he looked back at his business.

Si Ye was confused and nodded: "Let him write the poem first!"

Xuezheng on the side immediately whispered: "Si Ye, this is against the rules."

Si Ye frowned and said, "It doesn't matter. He will keep his name if he does well. If he doesn't do well, ask for punishment."

Xuezheng said: "How could this crazy student do such a good job? I think he didn't dare to go on stage at first, but he came up because he didn't want to apologize because of his face. Now it's just pretentious and pretentious."

Si Ye said: "Let's do it first and then talk about it."

After receiving a reply from Shubi, he said to Zhao Tong: "Scholars write poems."

Zhao Tong looked at the audience, and everyone was staring at him. He smiled and said: "There are many Mid-Autumn poems from ancient times, and it is difficult to come up with new ideas. I will write a song today."

As soon as this statement came out, the audience was in an uproar, and even the Imperial Doctors on the stage looked at each other in shock.

Na Xue Zheng said: "Qu? How can Qu be elegant? I think this crazy student is just deliberately causing trouble and trying to please the public!"

Si Ye shook his head and said: "Since it is a poetry meeting, music is feasible."

Poetry is actually a general term for a literary genre, and it does not only refer to quatrains, verses, and ancient poems.

And lyrics, tunes, short songs, short fus, etc., can all be called poetry.

Therefore, in poetry gatherings, you can not only write about rhythm and music, but you can also write lyrics and music, and you can even write short essays on parallel four and six figures.

At this time, a scholar in the audience shouted: "Is this brother going to be a ringer or a suite?"

The Reiwa suites are all cantata, with no movements and plain language, and are only for acapella singing and chanting.

The order is based on one piece of music as an independent one, and the small order can be combined with the same tune to form a large order, which is also called bringing the song together.

A suite of songs is a set composed of several different tunes, expressing the same scenery and emotions.

This kind of clear song basically does not go into the theater to sing lyrics. It is different from the big songs in the theater where many brands are strung together to sing about different things.

The number of characters under each tune of Qingqu is rarely increased, and the number of characters is mostly based on a fixed character grid.

In addition to the different use of rhymes and words, the phrasing is more popular and straightforward, suitable for both refined and popular tastes, and can be understood more easily, making laughter and cursing smoother.

But it is precisely because Qu's language is simple and straightforward that ordinary people can understand it, so Xuezhengcai's words are not elegant and think that things that ordinary people can understand are probably not profound.

But from the perspective of circulation, the circulation of a good song in the contemporary world is actually higher than the lyrics.

After all, the lyrics were mostly circulated among the upper-class scholar-bureaucrats, and the number of people was limited, while the songs were more popular in the market, heard by more people, and were easier to understand.

As for Song opera, which was not as popular as Ci in later generations, it was only because Ci was favored in this dynasty and sought after by scholar-bureaucrats, who deliberately distanced themselves from Li Shu.

Just as the Tang Dynasty favored rhythm over ancient poetry, so Tang poetry was not popular in later generations, the same is true in the Yuan Dynasty. The Yuan Dynasty favored music, so Yuan poetry was rare in later generations.

This kind of Qingqu also has a name, and it is often called Sanqu among the people.

Zhao Tong looked at the scholar who was shouting and said with a smile: "Just fill in an order."

The scholar below heard this and applauded, showing that he had a special liking for the song.

However, Yan Shizi and others frowned. As imperial students, they had been studying for more than ten or twenty years, so they all knew about Qing opera and had even written it, but no one could write it well.

Just because the song must be understood not only by scholars but also by ordinary people, it must be easy to understand. This is really a bit awkward for students who spend their whole day writing allusions and articles.

Therefore, the music written is often neither fish nor fowl, with words but not words, music but not music, and a somewhat different feeling.

The scholar below shouted again: "Brother, what brand do you want to make?"

Zhao Tong said: "Just make a winning order."

The scholar's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he kept saying hello.

It turns out that the song brand of Zhegui Ling evolved from the Tang Ci Pai. It is also known as "The First Branch of Autumn Wind", "Guanghanqiu", "Toad Palace Song", "Tianxiang Yin" and other names, which are most suitable for the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

None of the tunes are more suitable for Mid-Autumn Festival tunes than this one.

Zhao Tong turned around and glanced at the Taixue officials behind him. He saw that all of them had complicated expressions. He couldn't help but smile and thought to himself, Mr. Yunzhuang, I'm offended.

Then he looked up at the full moon in the night sky and chanted:

Who can grind a flying mirror? It illuminates the universe and seals the mountains and rivers.

The jade dew is cool and clear, washing the autumn sky with silver and silver without waves. It has more light than the clear night, and does not hinder the whirling of the osmanthus shadow.

I sang a song to ask Chang'e, "How about not getting drunk during the good night?"

In just a few sentences, a poem celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival was completed, and a dreamlike, half-bold, half-absurd picture emerged in everyone's mind.

You could hear a pin drop on the stage, but the audience was completely silent.

It took a while before Si Ye came back to his senses. He took a long breath and said to himself: "Okay, it's really good. This is the taste. This is the taste that music should have!"

All the doctors also came out of the artistic conception of this piece of music, and looked at each other, all of them were shocked. Isn't it true that someone can perform the music to such an extent? Isn't it...

At this moment, they all have an idea in their minds, but no one dares to say it out. If the music can be done like this, wouldn't it be able to compete with the lyrics? Let's compete!

No one dares to say it, and no one wants to admit it in their hearts. After all, lyrics are the mainstream nowadays, and they were even included in the imperial examinations at one time. All the scholar-officials wrote lyrics, but how many of them wrote music? It’s really ridiculous to say this.

It offends people so much, especially those great lyricists of the day.

But the few words of the song just now pulled them directly into a clear, weird and interesting artistic conception, which made them unable to stop, immersed in their hearts and unwilling to break away, and they couldn't help but want to shout "ok".

At this moment, Si Ye opened his mouth, and a doctor followed him: "It's really a good song. I've never heard it before, but this song can be so beautiful!"

Another doctor twirled his beard and said: "Good music, really good music, common but not vulgar, universally applicable, both refined and popular, appreciated by both refined and popular people, this is the real music!"

Some of the Tai students below also started to praise it, especially the scholar who was interested in music before. He actually smiled and shouted to several classmates next to him: "I said the music is not worse than the lyrics, but we can't compose it well."

That's all. Now that this brother can write such a wonderful song, what else can you say?"

Several people around him had obviously argued with him over the lyrics and music, and their faces could not help but turn red at this moment. They were shocked by this song that won the title of Mid-Autumn Festival, but even if they admitted it in their hearts, they were unwilling to admit defeat. One of them said: "That's it."

This is what you, Gao Yan, wrote first. If you can compose a piece of music like this, I will admit that the music is as good as the lyrics."

The scholar surnamed Gao was not annoyed when he heard this and said with a smile: "Zhang Zhongzong, my brother and I are of the same sect, but your words are really sophistical."

The scholar next to him said: "Yan Xian, this piece of music is very good. It is different from the ones that are currently circulating. However, this piece was made to suit the occasion. It cannot represent everything, right?"

The scholar surnamed Gao shook his head: "What I said is wrong. I believe that brother can not only compose the music for the occasion, but also the other songs."

Another scholar said: "It doesn't matter whether it's appropriate or not. If this brother can make a similar song, I'll obey you!"

The scholar surnamed Gao looked at this man: "Shaoyang, you have to be convinced, I think this brother can definitely do it again!"

At this time, Yan Shizi and others next to him all turned pale. The song played by Zhao Tong on the stage had obviously shocked everyone, and many other Tai students also praised it.

Although the four Tai students, Gao Deng, Zhang Yuanqian, Xu Kui and Chen Dong, who were always good at criticizing, seemed to be arguing, they all admitted that the song was good.

Yan Shizi's voice was trembling, and he whispered to the scholar who had a poem on the wall: "My dear friends, this song is good... but it seems to have nothing to do with the handwriting, right?"

When everyone heard this, they all stared at him and didn't answer. They thought to themselves, if you hadn't caused the trouble, how could Kuang Sheng have come on stage to compose music? Everyone was still happily proud of their own poems, how could they be in such an embarrassing dilemma like now!

The student on the stage was looking embarrassed. Of course he was a man who had read poetry and books, so how could he not be able to judge whether it was good or bad? This was a song that would definitely be sung, and there was no way it would be passed down to future generations. This really slapped him in the face.

It hurts.

But how could he admit that he was wrong? The more he looked at Kuang Sheng in front of him, the angrier he became, and he couldn't help but say: "I'm afraid this is the only one. Although this song has a wonderful artistic conception and is difficult to find in the world, I want to play it again."

It is impossible to write such bold and absurd music. I think this song is not enough to measure the talent of a crazy student!"

The meaning of his words is obvious. This song was written by chance. It is impossible to write another song with similar artistic conception. Therefore, it cannot be judged about Zhao Tong's talent.

Si Ye was dissatisfied when he heard this and said: "The article was originally made by nature, but a skillful hand accidentally picked it up. Even if it cannot produce a similar artistic conception, there are still poems that have been passed down to the world as isolated pieces."

The doctor also said: "In the Tang Dynasty, there was a solitary poem about Spring River, Flowers and Moonlight Night. Although this song is not as good as it is, it is enough to be passed down to the world. Even if this scholar only wrote this piece in his life, he would be envious of me!"

When Xuezheng heard this, he became more and more embarrassed. Although he had been studying for half his life, he knew that no one present, including Si Ye, could write an article that would be handed down for generations.

The literary world at this time was far from the atmosphere where everyone was rampant and the stars were bright and reflected each other when Shenzong first came to the dynasty. Although it cannot be said to have withered, it was not as good as many.

At least their Taixue no longer had Qin Shaoyou's kind of arrogance. The more he thought about it, the more he hated it. He felt more and more that the music in front of him was a fake, so he couldn't help but get up and walk away.

He came to Zhao Tong and said with a solemn face: "This piece is well done!"

Zhao Tong looked at him and thought that it was more than good. I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to write it even if I gave you a hundred years. He smiled and said, "I'm just trying to learn Zheng Miao Praise. It's just something I can get. It's not worth the praise of Zheng Zheng."

"You..." Xuezheng choked up when he heard the words, and after a moment he hummed: "I think you can only fill in this one piece of music. I'm afraid it will be difficult to write such an artistic conception. Just now, writing poetry with your feet is considered crazy. , how can one count if there is only one piece of music!”

Zhao Tong raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you mean by learning to be upright?"
To be continued...