Tianxiang didn't care about this, and nodded with Su San again, and then started to play... As soon as the tune came together, everyone recognized that it was the song 'Yong Yu Le'... Tianxiang played the prelude and sang softly:
The bright moon is like frost, the wind is as good as water, and the scenery is clear.【】
Su San was slightly startled... Xiang Tianxiang: Isn't this the poem I wrote for Ren Yingying?
But when Tianxiang was also smiling at him... he felt a little clearer... No wonder, her tone just now was sincere... I see... After listening to these few words, the talented people nodded slightly. The meaning of the words is good.
, this friend of Tianxiang is very talented and learned... Tianxiang goes on to sing...: Fish are jumping in the harbor, round lotus is pouring dew, lonely people are seen. Like three drums, a leaf is sonorous, and the dim dream clouds are broken.
The night was vast, I was looking for a place again, I came to the small garden and walked around.
After the previous song was sung, there was an intermission, which gave all the talents time to reflect.
Just talking about the description of the scenery of Shangque, it is already excellent... What is commendable is that the description of the scenery is clear, but there is an emotional connection in the dark, "Meng Yun", "Jingjing", "Research" and "Xingbai"
They all hint at the mood of the poet... It is a commonly used technique to describe scenes and feelings, but it is rare to see it so invisible and so natural.
After only hearing this half, everyone knew that this word was probably a masterpiece...I don't know who made it...I heard that Wang Shaoyou and others were closer to Tianxiang, so I was afraid that this word could not be used by a few of them...Everyone
With these thoughts in mind, Tianxiang began to sing: A tired guest from the end of the world, returning to the mountains, looking past the hometown. The swallow tower is empty, where is the beauty? The swallow locks the tower in the sky. The past and present are like dreams, never dreamed, but there are old ones.
Happy new resentment. At the same time, the night view of Huanglou, I sighed for Yu Hao, "Good..." After the singing ended... everyone thought about it again, and then someone shouted loudly... Everyone had a good feeling in their hearts, and the poetry
Good or bad, they naturally understand in their hearts... This word is naturally good. In comparison, even if they are in their prime, they may not write such thoughts. If they praise 'good', they deserve it...
..."I don't know who wrote this poem 'Yong Yu Le'...I'm afraid this poem is very talented and emotional...Brother Shaoyou, it can't be your new work..."
Wang Shaoyou waved his hand quickly... "Where, where... this word is excellent... Shaoyou doesn't have this skill, I am ashamed of myself, I am ashamed of myself..."
What Wang Yu said is quite true... As soon as this word was sung, everyone felt a little powerful and wanted to change the words in the word, but they still couldn't find a place that could be changed... From this alone, it can be seen that
The sophistication of the person who wrote the lyrics.
Everyone saw Wang Shaoyou denying it, and then heard him say something that he was ashamed of... Thinking about it carefully, it is really not Wang Shaoyou's style... Thinking about other people, they couldn't think of who might have made these words, so they had to
Xiang Tianxiang...Tianxiang smiled softly...Bi said mysteriously, "He is also a great talent...It's just that this great talent didn't want to be known, so he specifically asked not to tell anyone about it...Today, if it weren't for Mr. Su,
"Be present...this word will never be sung... Now that I have sung it rashly, I don't know if that great talent will be blamed in the future?"
When Lin Rong saw Tianxiang saying this, he couldn't help but feel happy. This was an opportunity.
I was happy in my heart, tonight was really smooth, even Tianxiang cooperated with me, and touched Liu Jian... Liu Jian is a good dog around Lin Rong, he understands everything, and he understands it as soon as he touches it... "Yes, Brother Su
.Miss Tianxiang took the risk of offending others for you...Brother Su, don’t let Miss Tianxiang down..."
Liu Jian said with a slight smile, but it aroused everyone's thoughts again... Everyone repeated the old talk: it was almost time, the wine was drunk, and the music was listened to... Even the bricks could not be thrown away.
Young Master... I must say a few words... Su San didn't answer, stood up, walked to the table next to him, picked up the brush, and then smiled at everyone: "It's hard to refuse such kindness... I just composed a poem to make you laugh.
, just for fun..."
When everyone saw that Su San was really going to do it, they all said, "It doesn't matter, it's appreciated by both refined and popular people..."
Then someone squeezed towards the table... but Wang Shaoyou took a good position and stood beside Su San... as if he wanted to see it first... He picked up the pen, soaked it with thick ink, and thought about it for a while.
, and he continued to write. Wang Shaoyou occupied an excellent position, and of course he had to express himself... So Su San wrote a sentence, and he read along with Su San's pen... "Jinse, holding... fifty strings"
; One string, one column...thinking about the Chinese years."
Everyone's expressions changed... The beginning of this poem naturally refers to what happened at Tianxiang Qin just now, which is enough to show that Su San's poem was written impromptu.
But of course this alone cannot make everyone change their mind. What really makes everyone change their mind is the subtlety of these first two sentences.
As soon as the first two sentences came out, everyone tasted the taste in their hearts without saying anything, so their expressions changed... Jinse! Why do you have fifty strings? Do you know every string and every column?
It makes me miss the good times with you.
Ah, such a beginning, such poetry... It's really a coquettish and romantic thing. Such a good sentence, why can't I think of it... Su San paused and caught everyone's reaction.
Although this poem by Li Shangyin is not perfect when used on this occasion, it is a good poem that will inevitably be repeated silently several times by future generations once it is read. It is quite appropriate to use it in this situation...
The original meaning of this good poem by Li Shangyin cannot be verified, and later generations have different understandings. Such a poem with unclear poetic meaning has a happy-go-lucky temperament, so he used it boldly, so there is no need to worry.
...It’s just a few words that need to be changed, I’m afraid.
Lin Rong and Liu Jian did not join in, but when they heard Wang Shaoyou read only two sentences, they became a little pale... It seems that such sentences and such plots are not something ordinary people can do...
The two of them were changing their faces... Wang Shaoyou's voice sounded again... "Qin Sheng... Xiao Meng, Mi... Butterfly, Shu Emperor... Chun Xin... Tuo Dujuan."
In the history of the Feng Dynasty, Zhuangzi became Qinzi, and Emperor Wang also became Emperor Shu. It is still necessary to make slight changes to suit the situation.
Fortunately, he had learned some of these allusions during this period of time when he was reading, so that people would not be tempted to ask what allusions he used... Tianxiang couldn't help but blush when she heard Su San composed such a poem... According to
From her understanding, these two sentences should be interpreted as: The past lives of you and me were just like the butterflies in Qin's dream, colorful, but it has become a dream; I am like the Emperor of Shu, who turned into a cuckoo,
Weeping blood and wailing every day, unwilling to leave... At the beginning of the poem, Jin Se, he pointed out that he heard the sound of his own piano and came up with this poem. But why did Mr. Su say that "Sihua Nian"
'If... there is no past between us... This person is really good at thinking... Wang Shaoyou continued to read... "The sea... the moon pearl has... tears, Lantian... the sun is warm and the jade is born... smoke
.”
These two names are closely connected with the previous two sentences, further indicating the poet's intention...it is a sentence that strengthens the poetic meaning.
At this point, the last two sentences are about to close.
It's just that no one cares about whether they can close the test or not... Now that they can write such poems and close the test well, it will be a piece of cake... The key is, what kind of test can be accepted?
Such a good relationship, this is what they expect... At this time, their minds have long been no longer thinking about testing Su San. If they can write such a poem, how can people of their level be able to test it?
From school?
Everyone followed the meaning of the poem and thought about how to end the last two sentences so as to be worthy of the meaning of the poem... It seemed that their minds were attracted by the poem... Every night, I felt like
The sharks on the fairy island in the Canghai Sea under the moon! The tears we cried turned into pearls. But the beautiful life of you and me in the past was like the smoke produced by the jade on Lantian Mountain. It was far away, but not within reach.
Tsk tsk, how can I hold such a meaning well... Everyone nervously touched Su San's pen... But Su San paused for a moment and raised his head towards Tianxiang.