.Buzzing sounds, hundreds of people gathering, and a weird atmosphere.
In the first few hours of this poem gathering at the beginning of autumn, the development was indeed a bit bumpy.
Ever since Lu Tuizhi suggested writing poems, the cold atmosphere originally caused by the group fight has actually gradually dissipated. Those who can hang out in official circles and vanity fairs, whether Lu Tuizhi or Lu Tuizhi, can also take charge of the overall situation.
Well, they are quite proficient in creating a lively atmosphere. When Lu Tuizhi said that Hangzhou was the theme, one can imagine that the next scene would be that everyone would frequently produce excellent works, comment and appreciate each other, and live in harmony. Originally... it should be...
There are no surprises.
As a result, the atmosphere began to become weird again. Of course, it was somewhat different from the previous estrangement and weirdness.
"The southeast is beautiful, Ziwu is a metropolis, and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. Looking at the sea tide, it's grand, but..."
"I have seen you before..."
"This rhyme is so bad..."
Discussions buzzed through the crowd, and there were forty-two round tables. During this period, some merchants, some scholars, and some women who accompanied their husband's family were whispering to each other. At this time, people gathered in front of the main ship's hall.
The scholars were also frowning and discussing. Some of them were originally writing poems, but they couldn't help but stop at this time. What they were talking about was... very strange.
Lou Shuwan and her husband Song Zhiqian leaned forward. During this period, they also greeted several familiar peers or elders softly. Just now, Ning Yi completed his lyrics among the crowd.
This is the first poem he wrote in Hangzhou. It is very simple, and it is also the standard for everyone to be cautious about his reputation as the most talented person in Jiangning. From the first moment he wrote, this poem he wrote has attracted the attention of people around him.
It was spread there, and then spread everywhere. It stands to reason that in the eyes of these scholars with very high literary talent, they should judge quickly whether a poem is good or bad, but that weird atmosphere also gradually began to develop from that poem.
It came out when it was written, and half way through it, the whole hall was already filled with indescribable whispers.
At this time, he had finished writing the lyrics, and the atmosphere was still going on. Although Mr. and Mrs. Lou Shuwan had listened to the whole poem intermittently, they still couldn't help but go over and take a closer look. Surrounded by scholars over there, Ning Yi wrote
The rice paper on which the lyrics were written has been presented to Lu Tuizhi who couldn't help but come over. Lu Tuizhi looked at it and frowned in thought. Occasionally, he looked at Ning Yi and said something like: "This poem is so grand..."
…Looking at the sea tide…” But there was never a loud comment, which was somewhat inconsistent with his original intention of trying to mobilize the atmosphere.
After Ning Yi finished writing, he said: "Please correct me on this song "Wang Hai Tide"." This was originally a polite comment, but the current atmosphere really felt like being corrected by a group of people.
Lou Shuwan looked over and looked at the rice paper that was still on the table. The fonts were clever and elegant, but Lou Shuwan had never seen such fonts before. However, she didn't think about it in detail, she just looked at the content. The word Ming was naturally read.
It was only then that she read the lyrics in full on the Haichao three-character paper and murmured them out.
"The southeast is beautiful, the three Wu cities, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times... Smoked willow painted bridges, wind curtains and green curtains, there are hundreds of thousands of homes. Clouds and trees surround the dike and sand, raging waves roll frost and snow, the sky is endless... The cities are lined with pearls, and the households are full.
Luo Qi, Jinghao Luxury."
The grandeur and magnificence of this poem catch the eye almost from the first sentence. The outline of the subsequent sentences is like a picture scroll. It makes people feel grand, but not frivolous. Only the first half
Que has definitely outlined the style of Hangzhou. 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 aside. Out of curiosity, she had read the lyrics he had written many times before, even though she had long been familiar with the powerful lyrics.
She was deeply impressed, and she still couldn't help but feel a little shuddered by this poem. After all, this was the scene where he composed this poem. She was experiencing it personally, but she felt a little strange about the silent expressions of the people around her, so she went to see
Lower half of the palace.
"There are many lakes in Qingjia, where there are three autumn osmanthus trees and ten miles of lotus flowers. Qiang pipes clear the sky, and the watermelon songs fill the night, and old people and lotus babies play and fish. Thousands of horsemen with high teeth ride drunkenly, listen to flutes and drums, and sing and enjoy the haze.
There will be good times in the future, go back to Fengchi to praise..."
The writing style was still extremely gorgeous, like smoke and amber. She finished reading the words softly, and looked at the frowning husband beside her. Over there, Lu Tuizhi had already taken the rice paper and walked towards Qian Xiwen and others.
Go, in fact, several old people were already reciting something silently over there, and they looked at each other with complicated expressions. They even seemed to be tapping something regularly on the table with their fingers. At this time, on the side of the hall, there were several people holding arms.
The brothel girls playing the pipa and the guqin are also leaning towards this side, some stretching their necks, as eager as swans. After all, they are lowly people. Under such circumstances, they dare not go too far and can only wait for someone to formally call them.
Bring me a copy of the lyrics.
"Ms. sir, that Ci Ting is so good. What's going on? Everyone is like this..."
Among the crowd, Su Tan'er actually had the same suspicion as Lou Shuwan. The fact that Ning Yi took out the lyrics at this time did not mean that there would be excellent reviews immediately. After all, the poetry meeting was not held by him alone.
Yes, there are people around who are writing. Whether others will make comments is their business.
Su Tan'er only understands a little bit. Although the meaning is clear, it is difficult to evaluate the quality of top-level lyrics. Moreover, this is the first time she has accompanied her husband to such a gathering, and it is also the first time for Ning Yi.
Being truly by her side and showing talent in front of everyone is an occasion that she is looking forward to, as she admires and desires romantic affairs among talented people. After Ning Yi finished writing the lyrics, she also felt that these sentences must be excellent.
, but everyone's reaction was still beyond her expectation.
Then Ning Yi took her, who was looking down nervously, to sit down at a round table nearby. Her hand was still held by Ning Yi at this time. Only when he saw that the scholars around him were not very close did he dare to whisper: "What's wrong with that poem?"
Ah..." Xiaochan, who was at the back, was also curious at this time and asked, "Yes, yes, what's wrong? Isn't the writing bad?" Ning Yi glanced at the two of them. Then he laughed and did not answer.
Su Tan'er frowned and pursed her lips, her face full of doubts. Su Wending, who had been following him, only then leaned his head over from the chair on the side.
"Second sister, have you ever heard of the word Wanghaichao before?"
"Uh...well, it seems not, so what's wrong..."
Su Wending looked at Ning Yi with a complex look on his face. He didn't know whether he admired or sighed, and said softly: "Brother-in-law, is that Ci Pai your own new creation?" Ning Yi glanced at him, and then looked at Duo Tan'er, also
Laughing: "Well, I didn't have this Ci Pai name before..." "New Ci Pai?" On the other side, Lou Shuwan also widened his eyes and couldn't believe what Song Zhiqian said. Song Zhiqian frowned.
: "Yes, his lyrics are extremely gorgeous, and the rhyme is also very good. Moreover, it is actually his own original poetry. He wants to crush people to death with this move... Even if this poetry was written by him before for Hangzhou
What you have done, if you take it out at this time, it will be scary..."
At this time, no one dared to judge whether this word was good or bad, or in other words, no one was willing to make a judgment immediately.
This song "Looking at the Sea Ran" with "Southeast Formation Victory, Three Wu Capitals" was originally created by Liu Yong. Before this song, there was no title with the word "Looking at the Sea Tide".
When it comes to the origins of various Ci Pai names, they are actually various. Starting from the Tang Dynasty, and even from the Han Dynasty, Ci Pai evolved from various Yuefu lyrics and music. In the Tang Dynasty, the mainstream of literati was poetry writing.
Various songs were just minor genres and were not taken seriously. However, they gradually developed and by the time of the Wu Dynasty, like the Song Dynasty, they had formed a scale that could compete with poetry. The lyrics corresponded to the songs, with length and rhyme. When put in the mouth of the singer, there would be
There are fixed singing styles, and there are also people who made a pattern at one time, and it was finalized at one time. There are also many styles of cipai, which gradually evolved after repeated practice. But one thing is for sure. It does not mean that you just compose a crooked poem and you can say it.
This is my own original word brand.
The sentence length and rhyme scheme of the word card must stand the test. Everyone reads it in a fixed way, just like a song, rhymes and sounds good. And in the mouths of those singers, even if there is no music score, they can still
These words were sung, and the ancient poems originally included the method of singing.
This is also the reason why those brothel girls are so sensitive to this poem.
Create a new poem on the spot - even if it is not done on the spot, those who can create original poems must also be masters in terms of poetry skills. Originally, everyone thought that even if there were top poems in Hangzhou, there would be no such thing.
, but Ning Yi suddenly showed off such a skill, but no one present thought he could do it.
They were unable and unwilling to immediately evaluate the benefits of this new song, and unfortunately, they could not even find the faults of this new song. This was the most complicated thing.
The manuscript was passed to Qian Xiwen, Mu Bochang, and Tang Xiuxuan. Several old people pondered over the length and rhyme of the poem. Lu Tuizhi and others were also thinking about and discussing the poem. In fact, Lu Tuizhi liked it very much.
He was the magistrate of Hangzhou. He took Hangzhou as his title, and everyone praised him in writing. This was equivalent to his achievement. He couldn't help but sigh for a while, shook his head and whispered: "Thousands of horses with high teeth, drunkenly listening to flutes and drums, chanting and admiring the haze."
I hope the future will bring good things, I will go back to Fengchi to praise..." These words made him most intoxicated, but then he was a little surprised, and beside him, Tang Xiuxuan also laughed softly.
"I hope there will be good times in the future. Go back to Fengchi and praise Mr. Qian. He just rejected your proposal, but he didn't expect that he also has such ambition in his heart."
Qian Xiwen shook his head and laughed: "In terms of diction, these sentences are perfect, but if he wrote them at this time, it would be a bit artificial."
Uncle Mu also had a smile on his relatively rigid face: "Everyone has worked hard just now, but he is also giving in deliberately. He wrote it to me for all the talented people in Hangzhou to read. After this word, it is enough to smile away the grudges...
..." In this poem, the lines "Thousands of cavalry are crowding with high teeth, and they are drunk, listening to flutes and drums, chanting and admiring the haze. In the future, I will see the beautiful scenery, and I will go back to Fengchi to praise it." It probably means that thousands of cavalry are crowding around.
Watching the officer, getting drunk, listening to the flute and drum, watching and singing about the misty scenery, painting beautiful scenery in the future, and boasting to people when returning to the capital for promotion. This kind of writing is for those scholars who are ambitious and diligently pursue the path of fame.
Or officials, they have the best expectations, but Ning Yi's action of rejecting Qian Xiwen's proposal just now is a bit hypocritical. Of course, if everyone thinks about it carefully, it is natural that Ning Yi should not do this.
It offends everyone, so I use such words and phrases to cheer everyone up and reconcile each other.
Among the scholars, many people realized this meaning at this time, facing Ning Yi 1
There were also some smiles, and some came over to say hello and praise a few words: "Brother Ning is so talented and talented, his lyrics are so good, he will be sung by everyone..." After all, after Ning Yi showed such talent, he became good friends with him.
After all, it doesn't matter if you lift the sedan chair.
So at this moment, Lu Tuizhi also smiled and spoke, juxtaposing Ning Yi's poems with the poems of the other people. It was natural to judge whether they were superior or not. The others were mostly foils, but since the words were used
Friends, and the atmosphere among the members is stronger at this time, so there is no need to draw the line so urgently. Anyway, those who know it can always see it, so just keep it in mind, but at this moment, there is another wave that is difficult for ordinary people to
The strange atmosphere that was noticed flowed among the people, as if someone suddenly realized something happened, which made many people look at Ning Yi in shock, and then turned away.
That feeling actually first appeared among some of the most famous talents in Hangzhou.
Here in Hangzhou, there are He Qiming, who are known as the number one talents, Yu Lanzhi, and Geng Huoran. Most of these people have the same names, and they are different in everyone's mind. What else is second or third...
These people may have some literati dating problems on weekdays, and occasionally compete with each other, but they still have friendship with each other. When they knew the weight of this new word card, several of them also got together to exchange views and interact with each other.
Judging, they could know that Ning Liheng reconciled with everyone in the end. For a while, they didn't say anything weird. Some people said: "The rhythm of this Cipai is harmonious and harmonious, the atmosphere is gorgeous, and the aftertaste is long.
My lyric writing skills are not as good as mine.,…
But in the midst of each other's comments, someone suddenly realized something vaguely. It's hard to say who thought of it first, but in those silent eyes, many people realized this, and even their scalps were numb for a while.
.Many years later, when these people were old men and talked about today's incident again, some people used the description of numb scalp...
To summarize that kind of understanding, it is roughly like this: If this person created this kind of word card one month or two months ago, how could he have this kind of expression of reconciliation with everyone in his word?
Sentences with meaning?
Most of the people present have the desire for fame and fortune, want to read the books of sages and do great things. To be fair, 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 Mr. Qian.
The proposal forced them to face up to this fact. Because no matter how crazy they are, they will not use such an identity to support themselves. At most, it is just a hermit identity.
Several of Ning Yi's previous poems have been spread throughout Hangzhou. Just now, these top talents have also taken them out and reviewed them many times, and they can probably understand one of his styles. For such a person, if this poem is not
What he did on the spot was something he did within a month or a few days ago. How could he possibly write "The future will bring good things, I will go back to Fengchi to praise them." Everyone can see now that this person cannot be in his leisure time.
Have fun writing sentences like this that are full of expectations for fame and fame.
He did this on the spot...
When everyone was thinking about bringing out the carefully crafted poems of the past, this person wrote such a poem on the spot. It was able to be integrated to such an extent. The new poem was actually able to be integrated to such an astonishing level.
!Whether the lyrics were created by him before or now, this poem is his current creation.
He nodded and wrote the words without thinking, without even taking seven steps. After realizing this, everyone was already a little reluctant to think about whether he had made up the word card at that time or before.
This is almost no longer the category of genius. At this level, it is enough to send chills down the spine.
Ning Yi sat there and tilted his head, scratching his face with his fingers. Someone had hit him there, like a small patch on an umbrella, which was a little black and blue.
No one expressed their thoughts and speculations in this column, but they were all smart people, and gradually some people felt this incongruity. After a while, Song Zhiqian, who was sitting far away, suddenly raised his head and stared at it with wide eyes.
The couple on the side of the hall: "No, he, he wrote the lyrics on the spot..." Lou Shuwan turned to look at him. Song Zhiqian's face was full of disbelief, but his cheek twitched, and then twitched again: "
No wonder he didn't write poetry at all. He didn't go to the poetry meeting not because of indifference, but simply because others couldn't play with him... Song Zhiqian didn't say the words, and Lou Shuwan was confused.
He glanced at it for a few times, then turned his eyes back boredly.
Many people present could not predict the extent to which Ning Yi's talent would reach after news of this poetry meeting spread.
…,
Ning Yi and Su Tan'er were sitting there, one of their hands held together under the table, just like a pair of immortal couples. Occasionally, people came to say hello, and even a few people from the Qing Dynasty came timidly to ask Ning Yi for advice.
He looked very pious, and after a while, he heard music playing, singing "Looking at the Tide" written by Ning Yi just now, and then went on to sing other songs.
"After today, business in Hangzhou will probably be difficult..."
After experiencing such a poetry meeting and receiving various praises, Su Tan'er was actually very happy. Of course, her lovely vanity was also quite satisfied. For the first time in her life, she truly belonged to the "Mrs. of Great Talent"
She was so moved, her heart was beating loudly, and she had a gentle and quiet smile on her face. However, she also maintained a trace of calmness, which allowed her to say something off-topic.
Ning Yi was also smiling, looking at everything around him: "I've suffered a lot for you today, I can't help you." "I'm your wife." Su Tan'er replied with a smile, looking at the person playing the piano over there.
The woman said: "However, there is no need to argue with the Lou family. We will not take advantage of their place. When I go back today, after I finish the business in Hangzhou, we will go back to Jiangning..."
Accompany your husband to Beijing."
"Well, when the time comes, our government officials and businessmen will collude and become a money-grabbing couple, and I will help you make back all the losses."
"Haha." Su Tan'er laughed happily, "Actually, I had an idea when I spoke earlier, but I just thought that you wouldn't agree to it, so I gave it up." "Huh?" "I want to tell everyone,
I am pregnant with my husband’s flesh and blood.”
"real?"
"It's fake, it's not happening yet anyway. I originally thought that when we got home today, we would arrange an accident, and in a few days we would tell the public that I had lost my child because of this incident.
In this way, the Lou family will be blamed for forcing a child to death, and they will not be able to touch us." After saying this, the smile on Su Tan'er's face faded, as cold as frost, this was her decision.
This is the cruel pattern of the author.
Ning Yi pinched her palm: "There is no need to do this, it will make everyone unhappy." "Well, when I think about it later, I am not happy to do this. However, it was just because there were many doctors around me.
." Su Tan'er smiled sweetly.
The party started like this. Lu Tuizhi gradually realized the possibility that the lyrics were actually composed by Ning Yi on the spot. He hinted to everyone and looked at Ning Yi several times.
He also said to Qian Xiwen: "With such talent, learning and thinking, it is no wonder that Prime Minister Qin invited him to Beijing to help, and he is both civil and military..." Talenting and learning refers to the lyrics and thinking, and it refers to the sentence later in the reconciliation with the students in Hangzhou.
Qian Xiwen also smiled and simply responded: "I don't know whether he is good at learning or martial arts. I heard that there was an assassination attempt by a Liao assassin in Jiangning not long ago, and it was he who rescued Prime Minister Qin.
"
"Is that... a life-saving grace?"
"Yeah, it should be a life-saving grace."
Qian Xiwen finished speaking calmly and said no more. Lu Tuizhi glanced at him, and there was a chill behind him. He was ready to give up on Ning Yi before, and he also knew that Ning Yi was related to Qin Xiang, but that was just because he thought
It's a simple relationship. These are powerful, so there is room for trade-offs. Since Qian Xiwen knew that Ning Yi had a life-saving favor for Qin Siyuan, he probably decided early on that he would take action with all his strength. However, the old man only gave a brief reminder but did not say much. If
If I really go in the direction of convicting Ning Yi, then... I will really offend people miserably. If I offend Qin Siyuan at this time, no matter how great his political achievements are in the future and how much credit he has, I am afraid he will not be able to take advantage of it.
Although he was walking around as a prefect, the old man in front of him was simply warning and beating him.
The harmonious atmosphere continued, and no one could know the undercurrent surging under the table. The building was approaching and he had already come over at this time, laughing and chatting with some people. Occasionally, the poet was still writing, but for a moment,
No one raised a challenge to Ning Yi. The sunset gradually appeared on the horizon, and lanterns were blown on the big ship, waiting to be lit later. Later, the dishes of Fuqinglou were also served one after another.
The magnificent rays of light dyed the western sky, clouds, lakes and mountains with a magnificent orange. In the evening, the slightly refreshing wind blew from the lake and into the open hall. Some people stood up and stood up.
Looking at the distant mountains and rivers in the warm wind and glow, there were people reciting poems, wearing turbans and white robes, looking elegant. On Ning Yi's side, a talented man from Hangzhou came over to talk to him, and Ning Yi also stood up and talked to him.
After chatting, the banquet was about to officially begin. Some servants got on the roof of the boat, preparing to light lanterns later.
In the magnificent, refreshing, clean, and harmonious evening, Ning Yi looked at the green sunset. For a moment, he was fascinated by such a scene, and became slightly intoxicated by the wind.
A flock of geese flew across the sky in the sunset.
The man next to him said something, and Ning Yi frowned slightly. Although his attention was not focused on the conversation, the response was simple. He was probably saying the next sentence. Ning Yi felt something, but it was hard to describe.
, maybe it’s an illusion, those slight touches tickle my heart, like ants, if an ant colony, then like a mosquito, the illusion rises from the soles of my feet!
Under the setting sun, it was as if I had experienced a quiet moment like the dawn of dawn, and then...
His feet suddenly moved!
Countless table legs squeaked in panic, and Ning Yi grabbed the scholar next to him who was about to fall to the ground. At this moment, he didn't know what happened, but in the next breath, the ship rippled.
There was a loud bang.
The big boat on the lake first bumped to the left, and then crashed into the boat over there. There was a sound of splintering wood, and the boatman was probably lighting a lantern above. A lantern suddenly turned into a fireball, accompanied by "
The worker who shouted "Ah" fell to the side of his field of vision.
The tables and chairs swayed violently. Su Tan'er caught him. Ning Yi threw the scholar away and grabbed the wrists of Xiaochan and Su Tan'er. There was a sound of bowls and chopsticks falling to the ground.
, in the hall under the setting sun, many people fell to the ground unprepared, and there was a panic. No one knew what happened. The ship was shaking. Some people were shouting "What's wrong? What's wrong?" There were also various strange sounds, women's
There was a sudden scream, the strings of the pipa were broken, and the woman's finger was cut. The sound of rumbling came from far and near.
"What's wrong"
"Hold on"
Someone yelled hastily outside. Someone yelled something. It was vaguely "brother", but the next moment it was discovered that it was "Earth Dragon..."
Then, like a siren sounding, a panicked voice pierced the sunset.
"Earthworm"
"The earth dragon turns over"
"turned over"
The ship was still rocking. Ning Yi looked outside and saw that his field of vision was shaking. It was not because the ship was shaking too fast, but because the picture was different between the shaking on the ship that was not fast enough and the shaking outside faster. Boom, boom, boom, boom.
Rumble, rumble, rumble. The water on the lake seemed to be boiling at this moment. The mountains, cities in the distance, and Xiaoyingzhou nearby were all shrouded in violent shaking.
The setting sun is like blood. In this evening with a magnificent sunset, the huge power swallowed up from the depths of the earth turns into a real nightmare, carrying violent shocks and swallowing up the vast world within sight and even the entire continental plate that is out of reach.
…
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The disaster begins, which is the transition from the home line to the national line in the three parts of "Family, Country, and World".
Ahem, it has been updated for seven days in a row. It is a hurdle. It is not easy. As usual, I still ask everyone for monthly tickets nj
In addition, I would like to recommend two books to everyone. One is "Into a Chinese Studio". The writing is quite good. Many people said it is similar to "Xu Xianzhi". I read it and although I don't think it is similar, it is still very good.
The other one is the pioneering "Shenhuang". This guy is also the best at the technique of expressing emotions first and then suppressing them. He explodes in a suppressed state. Well, one of them has exploded in the past few days. It's very cool. Both books are good.
During the monthly voting period for new books, you might as well give it a try and vote for me or them. It doesn’t matter.