Yan Zhitui also drank a lot of wine tonight and slept for a while as usual. Then he saw Yun Ye standing in front of the chime clock, holding a wine glass and ringing the chime. He was casual and unrestrained. The old man was very happy to see that. He hated those crooked people.
I really like the twisty Qiuci music and Hongda Yazheng's elegant music.
The two of them played from the lowest notes to the highest notes, and even drank a drink after meeting.
"Boy, can you sing?" Yan Zhitui took off his hat and asked Yun Ye, revealing his bald head.
"Of course you can. The boy's "Black Panther" is a masterpiece. As for the Qiuci music that lasted for a long time, I can't get it. Now the Han family's court is full of nonsense music, and the boy doesn't like it."
After hearing this, Yan Zhitui was overjoyed and finally found a soulmate. All his children liked Qiuci music and regarded it as a classic. Now that he heard Yun Ye say that he didn't like music from the Western Regions, it became more and more pleasing to his eyes.
"Didn't your teacher, a master of his generation, teach you any other lyrics and music? "Black Panther" is an impassioned tune that young people like when you hear it. Today is the Lantern Festival, so you can compose a gentle and beautiful tune and we can sing it."
"Of course I did. My teacher's song "I wish you could live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart" is very popular and is regarded as a holy book. "It just needs the guzheng and the flute to be sung."
"It doesn't matter, Master Yan's guzheng is unparalleled in the world, and I can also play two pieces of flute, but I don't have a gong ruler. How can I play it? Boy, just write down the gong ruler right away, and Master Yan and I can go over it."
Li Er yearned for Master Yun Ye's fairy music. He came over angrily to deal with Yun Ye, but when he heard that Master Yun Ye also knew the music, he became curious and decided to listen to the music before considering whether to get angry.
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"The boy doesn't know how to sing. I've never used this thing before. What is it?" Yun Ye asked Yan Zitui with his eyes wide open. The old man wiped his face, ignored Yun Ye, and said to the emperor: "
Your Majesty, let him sing it a cappella once, and you can write down the music score. I am too old to do this job because my eyes are dazzled and my hands are trembling."
Li Er laughed and agreed, and the eldest grandson immediately asked the palace maid to bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone for Li Er to use. When Li Er sat down, he picked up the pen in his hand, looked at Yun Ye and said: "Immortal lyrics and music must have the style of an immortal. If
You use other things to fool me. Be careful with your skin."
Yun Ye turned a deaf ear to Li Er's threats, and was dumbfounded when he listened to Hu Le. Didn't he just want to be immortal? Su Dongpo's words, coupled with the soundtrack of later generations, did not believe it, and Li Er couldn't hear the immortal energy.
The eldest grandson likes Yun Ye's nonchalant look the most, because every time at this time, he can always do better than expected. He took the golden pestle and knocked the golden bell. The hall immediately became silent. Several people were sleeping.
The old man who was lying there was also woken up by the eunuch and stared blankly in the direction of the chimes.
Yan Zhitui already had a guzheng with thirteen strings in front of him, and he strummed it casually. Even after the sound check, he lowered his head and prepared to write down Yun Ye's music. Yan Zhitui had always thought that Yun Ye was a loser.
He was a young man who had some aura of randomness, but after doing things like engraving and printing and making up poems, he no longer thought so. There are thousands of kinds of people in the world, some are stupid, and some are extremely smart. There is nothing surprising about it.
, Yun Ye is the kind of beloved child of God.
Yun Ye took a sip of grape wine to moisten his throat, and then said to everyone in the hall: "Today happens to be the Lantern Festival, and I specially sang a song to extend the longevity of all the elders."
Li Er nodded, Yun Ye was not lacking in etiquette despite all his faults. The eldest grandson also smiled and waited for Yun Ye to sing.
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine? I wonder what year it is in the palace in the sky?" After only four lines of singing, Li Er slapped his palm on the case and cheered loudly, interrupting Yun Ye's singing. These few lines were very interesting.
It met the requirements of his immortal poem. When he came back to his senses, he saw Yan Zhitui looking at him very dissatisfied. He couldn't help but blush and waved his hand for Yun Ye to continue.
When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky with wine. I don’t know what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid that the beautiful buildings and jade houses will be too cold at high places. I dance to clear the shadows, how can it be like being in the human world.'
When Yun Ye sang that the moon waxes and wanes, and people have joys and sorrows, which are difficult to understand in ancient times, Yan Zhitui burst into tears. Although the guzheng had thirteen strings, it could not capture the lofty artistic conception of this song.
After Yun Ye finished singing, he said to Li Er: "Your Majesty, this is not human writing. This long and short sentence can wash away the fragrance of Qiluo and get rid of the lingering attitude; it can make people climb high and look far away, and raise their heads and sing loudly. They can't be stained by dust or dirt."
It can’t be added, I don’t believe there is anyone in the world who can compare with it.”
Li Er nodded and said: "I'm afraid this is the tone of the immortal style. The style of music is not like that of the Tang Dynasty. It is a bit lazy and helpless. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is an immortal song. I am thinking about Bai Yujing.
What kind of place is it?" When he said these words, Li Er's eyes had become blurred, and his thoughts had already crossed the Jinghu Moon, and he didn't know where he had flown.
"Hey! Wake up!" Yan Zhi pushed his hands heavily on the strings, and the five tones rang out, which suddenly woke Li Er up from his trance: "Your Majesty, this is just a long or short sentence. You have always been determined.
Like a piece of iron and stone, why do you fall into a demonic obstacle for a piece of music? Why don't you reflect on yourself?"
This sentence filled the entire Tang Dynasty. I am afraid that only Yan Zhitui could tell Li Er that he was a master in the world and he was qualified to teach anyone. Li Er quickly stood up, cupped his fists with both hands and bowed to Yan Zhitui and said: "Master Yan
The lesson is that Wansheng was indeed bewildered by this music. "After performing the ceremony for Yan Zhixian, he said to Yun Ye viciously: "How did you not be disturbed by the evil sound?"
Demonic sound? Yun Ye pointed to himself and looked around. The cultivated old men nearby were all closing their eyes and meditating. Even the queen was doing the same. The vulgar old men in the distance were drinking their own wine without suffering.
What's the impact?
"Magic Sound? This is a song my master sang casually after drinking alcohol one day and feeling lonely. How did it become the Devil's Sound? I have sung it dozens of times and it has not affected anyone.
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"Boy, you are used to it, so you don't care. If you look at the vulgar people in the distance, they are leisurely and content. At most, they think this song is good. If you look at the learned people near you, which one is not addicted to it? The more you look at it, the more
The more knowledgeable you are, the easier it is to be confused by these lyrics and music, but it doesn't matter, you will get better after listening to it a few times."
Yan Zhitui waved his hand with a smile, and said to Li Er: "The music is just for listening. It won't hurt your Majesty to listen to this piece of music in your spare time. It is also an elegant thing to cultivate your mind and nature to the sounds of nature. You will stop eating because of choking."
Otherwise, if you don't listen to this song again in the future, your inner demons will arise. If you listen to it often, understand the truth and appreciate the artistic conception, you will have the best of both worlds. In the end, if you reach this kid's situation, you can ignore everything.
What’s wrong with the five-color confusion?”
"Master Yan is right. It's just that this guy's broken voice ruins the artistic conception of this piece. I already have the feeling of burning the harp and cooking the crane. When the banquet is over, I will rearrange this piece to make it better."
Become my national treasure of the Tang Dynasty."
Yan Zhitui held his whiskers, nodded and chuckled, stretched and said: "I am very sleepy. Your Majesty, I will leave now." After saying that, he waved to Yun Ye, indicating that Yun Ye would help him out.
The eldest grandson watched helplessly as Yun Ye and Yan Zhitui left chatting and laughing. He was ready to ask Yun Ye about Bai Yujing, but it seemed that he couldn't do it today.
Master Yun Ye's "Apang Gong Fu" is still in the emperor's study. There are also a few poems that Yun Ye has made up. Coupled with tonight's soul-stirring song, the eldest grandson has already determined in his heart that Bai Yujing must be
It exists, because the styles and meanings of these words are different. If it is done by a person, it will be a weird thing, not even by gods!
After leaving the palace, Yan Zhitui was unwilling to take his own ox cart, so he asked Yun Ye to give him a ride. He helped the old man get on the carriage. Yun Ye then got in. As soon as he entered, he saw Yan Zhitui's sparkling eyes. He didn't look at them.
Wrong, who is a hundred-year-old man with such eyes?
"Boy, is there really an unknowable place in this world? If there really are fairy mountains overseas, how beautiful would they be?"
"Old man, stop dreaming. Abbot Penglai, I have been there. They are just two broken islands. There is no elixir of immortality on them. There are only weeds, poisonous snakes that crawl around, and monkeys all over the mountains.
I was defrauded of a lot of money."
Seeing that Yun Ye was not joking at all, Yan Zhidui sighed and said: "Those words really don't belong to the human world, Yun Ye, I hope what you said is correct. There are no overseas fairy mountains or fairy caves."
, Otherwise, the consequences will be unpredictable. I think Your Majesty is already moved. If the Emperor Qin makes the same mistake by then, it will be very bad. "
"Master Yan, those literary guys tell you for sure that those are human words. If you can't write them, it doesn't mean that others can't write them. I have seen a master of writing poems. His poems are like those from the beginning.
If you drink a big jar of wine, you can pour out as many poems as you want. I believe that as long as the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty continues for another hundred years, such a character will definitely appear, and once he appears, he will be
They are all over the world. When that time comes, if you look at these poems again, it will be a better poem. No matter what happens, you will always lean towards the gods and ghosts. Who said there are monsters? Tell me and I will go and have a look."
Yan Zhitui looked at Yun Ye with a strange look on his face and said, "How do you know that in a hundred years, such great talents will emerge in large numbers?"
"Old man, one of the subjects I studied is physics. I used to call them Kewu, but later I changed it to this name. There is a principle there, which is that quantitative change induces qualitative change. As the number of scholars increases, so do the poets.
There will always be some particularly outstanding verses and poets among the vast sea of poetry. It’s not surprising. Old man, if you live another hundred years, you will definitely see such amazingly talented people.
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ps: In the second period, my child is taking the high school entrance examination today, so I apologize for the late update!