Painted boats are paraded on the Qinhuai River, and the lights are brightly lit on both sides of the river. The city gates of Jiangning are not closed on the Mid-Autumn Festival night. The excitement and carnival will last all night and will not disperse until the early morning of the next day. At this time, the streets in the city are full of people.
Well, not long after dinner, people were walking out of each house, heading towards the busiest streets centered around Confucius Temple and Mingyuan Tower. The lanterns on the road were like a vast array of lights.
The mighty and everlasting fire, the vendors shouting loudly, the dragon and lion dance teams passing by, beating gongs and drums, there are also acrobatic performers gathering on the streets, and the faint singing of soliciting customers comes from every brothel and prostitute village,
Sometimes you can see dancing inside, and people come in and out from time to time, making it very lively.
The slightly famous brothel girls have their places to go tonight, and occasionally they can still find seats in the hall. From time to time, there will be news on the street that a certain young man from a certain poetry club has a new work. This is one of the highlights of the night.
1, and then you can hear a famous prostitute in a certain brothel reciting this poem, and then you can hear the news that another masterpiece will be released at a certain poetry meeting. The talented people compete with each other, and the beauties will compete with each other.
These talents are decorated with a beautiful crimson atmosphere. Most people are admiring the lanterns and watching the excitement. In this atmosphere, you can feel the legacy of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and the elegance of the Tang Dynasty is nothing more than that.
The art of poetry has been flourishing since the Tang Dynasty, and has developed for hundreds of years. Although Ning Yi and Mr. Qin would say a few words when chatting, "it is difficult to describe great talent and small talent", it is because their vision has no longer
Staying on the ordinary pattern. In fact, at this time, the country's top officials had also considered the fact that poetry was useless. What standards should be used to select scholars has been something that has been repeatedly measured in the past hundred years. The imperial examination sometimes excluded poetry from the selection of scholars.
In addition to the standards, they are brought in from time to time, constantly weighed, and repeatedly undecided.
However, even if the upper management has such considerations, in fact, the status of poetry at this time has at least reached a glorious position in the overall situation. If you can really write a good poem, you will definitely be able to do it wherever you go.
There is no lack of respect and courtesy, and the elegant atmosphere is the mark of an era. Since the Tang Dynasty, the vast poetry culture has been deposited here and has become the foundation of the entire society. It is the most shining part in the history of civilization development and has countless masterpieces.
Famous articles such as Stars Dou Hengsha highlight the most important part of Han civilization.
At this time, places such as Wuyi Alley and Confucius Temple were the busiest commercial streets in Jiangning City. In these places, there were display boards put up by merchants, and poems that could be obtained at various poetry gatherings were displayed one after another.
When people gathered together, occasionally someone would recite loudly, and some merchants would arrange for a girl who could sing to sing a verse. On the streets and in nearby teahouses and restaurants, in gatherings of various sizes, literati and students shook their heads and commented on the excellent products.
Poetry is about judging whose poems can be sung for the longest time. Even ordinary people who have never read can feel the artistic conception in such an atmosphere, comment on the character of the people around them, and gain some elegance.
Puyuan's six-boat row had already left the shore and was driving slowly along the most beautiful and lively section of the river. Even so, it was not closed. More than ten small boats followed the banks on both sides of the Qinhuai River.
While driving along, occasionally picking up people on the big ship, occasionally carrying people or delivering poems, like a palace on the water accompanied by small fishes. Those who board the ship will pass on the masterpieces produced tonight, and will also
Some stories and news were passed down, for example, at some banquet, a certain important person announced that his daughter would be betrothed to so and so, or a famous person praised a young student who wrote excellent poems.
The poems produced by the Puyuan Poetry Club are actually quite accessible. In the early years, I used to buy poems from others to cope with the day, but now there is no need to buy poems. Since you have money, you can always hire some truly talented people.
Many people come here. Although it is still not as good as the most famous Shisui Poetry Club or Lichuan Poetry Club, it will gradually become famous after a lot of lively hype.
Most Mid-Autumn Festival poetry gatherings will have the moon as their theme, but of course they won’t just write about the moon all night. Some poetry gatherings have restrictions, and the host family is relatively powerful. Everyone has a good time chatting and comes up with a topic when they feel like it.
, Poetry clubs are all literary societies, and there are also some that are more tit-for-tat or secretly competing with each other, such as Zhishui and Lichuan. After hearing the topic there, someone may also say: "Speaking of this, Xiaosheng also occasionally gets one."
This song..." Then he commented with everyone with a calm expression. On the surface, it is natural that there is no intention to fight. If poetry is really of a very high level, it is true that there is no distinction between high and low, but if
There is a big difference, but it is still clear at a glance that it is a masterpiece but a poor one.
It's not the most exciting time yet, and the poetry meeting will continue until early in the morning. Really good poems can't come by chance. Most of the students will prepare one or two favorite poems. They feel that their talents are not enough and there is no need.
Only those who show their humiliation in front of the top figures will be released early, and the climax that really allows the top talents to reveal their trump cards often does not start until midnight. If you can get a good reputation at this time tonight, you will have accumulated a lot of money.
With fame, your future career will be much smoother.
The night is getting thicker in this atmosphere, the moon is in the sky, and the atmosphere of the city is getting more and more lively. In the small house of the Su family, Ning Yi and Xiao Chan have already returned to their rooms, and the excitement that can be seen from here is already
After watching some, the wind started to blow outside.
The hustle and bustle from outside could still be faintly transmitted here, and the master and servant held a small Mid-Autumn Festival party. Since he didn’t remember the details of The West Chamber clearly, and considering that The West Chamber teaches young ladies about cheating, Ning Yi
Finally, he told Xiao Chan a piece of Journey to the West. Then Xiao Chan also sang two little songs for him, mixed with a dance that the girl was not very skilled in. It is said that she saw it at a performance and learned it by herself.
- Su Tan'er has not considered giving away the three girls or pleasing others in the future, so she asked the three girls to read, read, do embroidery and help manage the servants to help her work, but she did not teach them musical instruments, singing and dancing.
Therefore, although I can barely sing and so on, I still can't dance. I just look light and cute when I dance.
Xiao Chan likes to play backgammon, but Ning Yi is sick after all, so this kind of mental work should be avoided. After Xiao Chan finished singing and dancing, Ning Yi played a simple magic trick for her, holding a chess piece in his hand and disappearing, and then
When the other person took something like this out of her hair or pocket, the little girl was startled when she saw it. Ning Yi smiled and told her the principle. While Xiao Chan was clumsily repeating the process, Ning Yi just said: "I'm going to bed, there's still time."
Morning, Xiaochan, please go to the Puyuan Poetry Club to play... By the way, the invitation is on the table..."
"I'll go after my uncle falls asleep." Xiaochan said with a smile.
"Hey, how about singing me another song?"
"Okay, which song do you want to listen to?"
Most of the songs at this time were actually poems, and they all had fixed singing methods, but these singing methods have been lost in modern times. In fact, Xiaochan didn't know many lyrics and songs that she could sing, so the two of them took a poetry anthology and sang it.
Choose a song by your bedside.
"Yong Yuzi..."
"This Xiaochan doesn't know how."
“What about the song Recalling Jiangnan?”
"This one can sing." Xiaochan prepared to sing excitedly.
"Forget it, I don't like this song."
"Then Niannu, do you want to hear it?"
"This water melody song is pretty good, uh... water melody song..."
"This will happen and this will happen."
"Can you sing water tunes?" Ning Yi thought for a while, "Oh, Xiaochan knows a lot."
"Is this all you want to sing?"
"Uh... let's sing another song, also a water tune..."
Ning Yi was so bored that he actually thought of Faye Wong's "Bright Moon". However, Su Shi in this era seemed not to have written this poem. He asked Xiao Chan to get a pen and paper, and lay beside the bed to write poems on the rice paper crookedly.
, and asked Xiao Chan to sing it. Xiao Chan’s eyes lit up when she saw it: “Did my uncle write it?”
"Oh." Ning Yi thought about it, and seeing Xiaochan's expectant look on his face, he shrugged, "I wrote it for you. Sing quickly."
Xiao Chan looked at the word for a while and then sang it seriously according to the rhythm of the word card. The little girl's singing voice was light and graceful. Although it was not very professional, because she was too serious, she went off track once in the middle of the song, but the artistic conception was still great. Ning Yi listened
After finishing, he smiled and said, "Teach you another way to sing."
"Ah?" Xiaochan blinked, "Other...singing method?"
"Well, if I sing a line and you sing a line, it should be easy to learn... Heh, it's mainly because I want to hear it."
Although she was a little confused, Xiaochan immediately became happy since she could learn something. She had been with Ning Yi for the longest time, so she had gradually understood that there were often some mysterious and interesting things about this uncle. Later, under Ning Yi
Under the guidance of Xiao Chan, in the room, Xiao Chan learned the first lines of this water tune song according to the novel melody.
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine..."
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine..."
"I don't know the palace in the sky..."
"I don't know the palace in the sky..."
"Well, not bad...what year is it today?"
"Well, not bad...what year is it today?"
"..."
"Hey, uncle, let me sing the next line..."
In any case, not long after, Ning Yi heard some nostalgic modern songs in this era. If possible in the future, he could copy the modern songs and teach Xiaochan to sing alone, or find someone who can compose and play them.
For musical instruments, compose a similar piece of music. Anyway, just listen to it privately. If you can’t take it out and be featured in a refined hall, it doesn’t matter.
"What do you think? Does it sound good?"
"It sounds so good..." Although Cipai has a fixed singing method, these ancient songs also come from the same source as many operas. Most of them are single music. In terms of subtle changes, they are not as good as modern songs after all, and this
The rhythm of the song is soft, and compared to this era, there is no excessive separation. If the song was about mice loving rice at this time, Xiaochan would probably be either disgusted to death or frightened to death, but at this time the little girl looked at him
His eyes seemed to have turned into admiration and admiration, "My uncle can also compose music..."
Ning Yi laughed: "Just hum this song by yourself. Don't sing it everywhere. If you, a little girl, dare to change the way you sing the lyrics, you might be called ignorant. Do you understand?"
"Yes." Xiaochan held the rice paper and nodded vigorously.
"Okay... good night." Ning Yi climbed into the bed, turned his head after a moment, and found that Xiaochan was still sitting on the stool next to the bed looking at him, as if he was sitting by the bed watching over him when he had a cold a few days ago.
, blocked it and waved his hand: "I'm fine, let's go out." Only then did Xiaochan react, quickly stood up and walked out the door.
"Hey, take the invitation on the table, or I'll be careful not to let you get on the boat..."
After shouting for a while, after Xiaochan blew out the lights, took the invitation and went out to close the door, Ning Yi let out a big yawn. The noise of the city was still faintly heard, and the slight light shining on the window was enough to prove that there was such a thing outside.
Seeing the liveliness of the time, he smiled: "The fish and dragons danced all night..." Then he fell into sleep.
Xiaochan stood with her back against the wooden pillar in the room for a long time. After confirming that Ning Yi was really asleep, she went downstairs, returned to her room, lit a lamp, took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and lay down
On her table, she copied the words that were not beautiful because they were written by the bedside. The little girl's calligraphy was very small and had a graceful aura. She read the words written by Ning Yi again.
After several times, he put it in the bottom of the drawer and hid it with a red face, just like a thief.
Then, she walked out of the yard and saw no one on the road. She ran all the way to the gate, asked the steward for a carriage and a free driver, and happily went to the Puyuan Poetry Club to join in the fun.
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After all, the little girl still likes this kind of excitement.