Chapter 315 Tang Poems and Song Ci, Two Springs Reflect the Moon
The man showed a smile that made people feel like spring breeze, and said in a magnetic voice: "Xiu Fang, who is famous all over the world, is here. I didn't go far to welcome her, but it's a big mistake."
Shang Xiufang said quickly: "Sir, you are too polite. Xiufang is a junior, and any false reputation is just flattery by a good person. How can I be as good as the master? When I heard the master's performance just now, Xiufang felt like listening to fairy music.
, I know this trip is worthwhile.”
The man smiled and said: "Xiu Fang, you are so polite. Come in first, don't stand here and talk."
After that, he invited the three girls into the house.
The thatched hut is not large in area and the furnishings are very simple, but the layout is neat and elegant, and the windows are bright and clean, which makes people very comfortable.
Of course, this person was Qin Ran. He found a nice thatched hut, tidied it up, and then came here to pretend to be a hermit.
Shang Xiufang looked around and found that there were many banners hanging on the wall, full of poems. After reading carefully, she found that they were all wonderful and wonderful articles, and she had never read them before.
Qin Ran thought to himself: "Hey, it's the Sui Dynasty now, and this is a classic of Tang poetry and Song poetry. Why don't you keep it down, little girl?"
Qin Ran's cultural literacy is quite good and he can memorize no less than a hundred Tang poems and Song lyrics.
Shang Xiufang couldn't control herself and walked a few steps. She forgetfully looked at the poems on the wall and murmured absentmindedly: "If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea and never returns. If you don't see it, the mirror in the high hall has sad white hair.
The morning is like blue silk and the evening is like snow... Oh my God, it's so well written..."
"When will the bright moon come? I will drink wine and ask the blue sky. I don't know the palace in the sky. What year is it tonight... thousands of miles apart, we share the beauty of the moon..."
"The ancients have never been seen before, and the newcomers have never been seen since. Thinking of the long journey of heaven and earth, I shed tears with sadness..."
"Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless people in the world... If the two love lasts for a long time, how can they stay together day and night..."
"...the flowers are floating and the water is flowing, a kind of lovesickness and two worries. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I lower my brows, but it is in my heart."
Although there are some differences in the writing style of the poems, each one is a quatrain that can be passed down through the ages. Shang Xiufang believes that if there is such a poem, it is impossible that she has never heard of it, and the only explanation is that these poems were written by the person in front of her.
Tang poetry and Song lyrics are the most brilliant crystallization of Chinese culture, but these ancient romances are gathered in this small room. For a moment, Shang Xiufang felt that her mind was occupied by these endlessly beautiful words, and it was like drinking nectar all the time.
Forget everything else and just savor the aftertaste.
We must know that in ancient times, the status of scholars was very high, and talented people who could recite poems and compose poems were extremely popular.
In Shang Xiufang's eyes, the handsome and elegant young man in front of her seemed to have infinite charm, which immediately shook her heart.
Shang Xiufang suppressed her excitement and asked in a slightly trembling voice: "Excuse me, these...these poems were all written by Mr.
Qin Ran nodded and replied in an extremely pretentious manner: "The crude graffiti made everyone in Xiufang laugh."
Shang Xiufang said in a sweet voice: "If such a world-class work can be regarded as crude, then Xiufang is illiterate and can't even write! Sir, you are too modest!"
Then her beautiful eyebrows wrinkled, and she asked in confusion: "My talent is as good as that of Cao Zijian, and perhaps better than Bao Zhao, Yan Yanzhi, etc., but why have these poems never been revealed to the world?"
When he heard the name Bao Zhao, Qin Ran was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he was talking about Bao Mingyuan, a literary giant in the Southern Dynasties who, together with Xie Lingyun and Yan Yanzhi, was known as the Three Great Masters of Yuanjia and Yuanjia, rather than the photos of abalones on women circulating on the modern Internet.
I can't help but secretly complain: Ni Ma, I never realized that the name Bao Zhao is so creative before! And that Yan Yanzhi, could it be that it cannot be cured with salt? Haha.
Qin Ran, who suppressed his smile and had no strange expression on his face, said calmly: "Writing poems is a matter of self-entertainment. Qin watched the clouds rise in the morning and the sunset in the evening, wandering among the mountains and rivers and feeling...
How do you seek to be famous in the world? Drink the morning dew, listen to the pine waves, enjoy the breeze, admire the moon at night, dance and write ink when you are quiet, drink and sing wildly when you feel like it, how can others know the joy of life?"
Shang Xiufang showed a longing expression and looked at Qin Ran with great admiration: "Xiufang has learned a lesson, sir, this kind of life is the real life. Xiufang also thought about leaving everything behind and pursuing music to her heart's content.
world, but it is far inferior to Mr.’s noble and free spirit.”
Rong Jiaojiao and Dong Shuni in the back looked at each other in disbelief, and said to themselves: It is incredible that this holy king has such talent. However, after knowing his methods on the bed, they can no longer distinguish him from Qing Gao.
The word free and easy is put together.
But naturally she couldn't say it. Dong Shuni took a step forward and said in an admiring tone: "Sir's talent is so outstanding. Sometimes Shuni really wants to be his maid, making tea and cooking for him every day, and listening to his work for others."
Write poetry, lyrics, and play music.”
Shang Xiufang's heart moved: "Mr. Qin's appearance is not bad, his talent is outstanding, and he is a noble, proud and courageous man. If we can pursue the pinnacle of literature and art together with him, it will be really a desirable thing."
By the way, what instrument was used to play the music just now? Shang Xiufang turned her head and looked around, and found a strange thing on the wooden table in the corner that she had never seen before.
She took a few steps and took a closer look. This thing was a wooden product, shaped a bit like a huqin. The lower part was a hexagonal wooden tube. One end of the tube was covered with skin. A wooden pole stretched out from the middle of the wooden tube, and was connected to the top of the pole.
Two horizontal axes, and two strings are tied between the horizontal axes and the wooden tube.
The most peculiar thing is that there is a pole next to it. The material should be made of thin bamboo. The two ends are bent, and a piece of horsetail-like thing is tied to the two ends of the thin bamboo.
Could it be that this is the instrument that was played just now?
Qin Ran seemed to have noticed Shang Xiufang's confusion and explained: "The name of this instrument is Erhu. It is what I usually use for my own entertainment. If Xiufang is interested, you might as well pick it up and have a look."
Hearing this, Shang Xiufang was not reserved. She quickly picked up the erhu, looked left and right, gently plucked the strings a few times, and then asked in confusion: "How is this instrument played?"
Qin Ran smiled, took the erhu from Shang Xiufang, then picked up the bow and pulled it gently, and the melodious sound of the erhu came out.
Shang Xiufang's face showed a look of great shock. Stringed instruments did not appear until the Song Dynasty. Nowadays, people all play musical instruments with their hands, such as pipa, guzheng, harp and so on.
Even people who play music like Shang Xiufang have never thought that using a bow to pull strings can also be used for performance, and the sound is still so melodious and sweet.