During the Northern Song Dynasty, Liu Sanbian became famous all over the world. He was said to be "anyone who can sing Liu lyrics wherever there is well water." Later, Su Dongpo's lyrics were recited by everyone from high-ranking officials to merchants and common people.
The emergence of this phenomenon is, on the one hand, due to the ease with which lyrics can be sung and spread from top to bottom to all levels of society; on the other hand, it is also due to changes in the times.
In fact, this change has run through the entire history, including Qin and Han poems, Tang poetry and Song lyrics, Yuan opera and Ming opera.
In the Tang Dynasty, generally speaking, there were only two channels for a poem to become famous. One was to be recommended by dignitaries, the most famous of whom was Bai Juyi.
When Bai Juyi first arrived in Chang'an, Gu Kuang joked about his fame, saying that living in Chang'an was not easy.
After that, the song "The grass on the original land dries up and grows every year. The wild fire cannot burn it out, but it grows again when the spring breeze blows."... Gu Kuang sighed from this, "It's easy to live here."
This is how Bai Juyi became famous.
In the final analysis, this routine...is basically the same as Li Shan's advertisement for Yu Huchun.
The second channel is the Jiaofangsi located in Pingkangfang... At least in Chang'an, Li Shan did not find that there was a brothel outside Pingkangfang.
In fact, the Jiaofangsi of the Tang Dynasty were really different from those of later generations. Basically, they were just selling their crafts instead of selling themselves. They were just playing with art.
If a poem can become famous in Pingkangfang, it will definitely become famous in Chang'an and even Guanzhong.
This is also the reason why Li Shan took the initiative to come to Pingkangfang... Retreating will only make people suspicious, while being wanton will make people fearful.
But Li Shan didn't expect such a coincidence... Hey, yes, a brothel madam, can her eyes not be poisonous? Can her memory be bad?
Even more coincidentally, when Li Shan walked in despite countless doubts, envy, and strange looks, there were only two young men in the small hall who were reclining and listening. Music sounded from behind the curtain, and a woman sang loudly:
"The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don't know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors."
That's all. If you pretended to be better back then, you have to pretend to the end. If you dug a hole back then... you still have to jump out of it.
But before Li Shan could speak, a young man who was lying on the couch suddenly sat up and greeted with a smile: "Brother Demou, brother Zigou..."
Apparently they were descendants of aristocratic families. The two young men greeted everyone and greeted each other.
Wang Renbiao introduced in a low voice: "A descendant of the Liu family in Hedong, Liu Shi and Liu Zishao, the other is his clan uncle Liu Heng and Liu Jiali, and the former's second sister is Wang Renyou's wife."
Li Shan's eyes flickered, and the issue of Yuhuchun's closure continued to this day. Although the root cause was Wei Qingsi, the prince's family order, it was Wang Renyou who first handed over the post.
At this time, Li Kaizheng introduced Li Shan and said with a smile: "This is probably the first time I've met you two, but I must have heard his name for a long time..."
Before he finished speaking, Liu Shi looked at Li Shan carefully and asked, "Li Bai?"
He must have been there back then... Li Shan's mouth moved. Do you stay in Pingkangfang every day?
At such a young age, are you not afraid of death if you run out of energy?
What's more, even if the madam has such a good memory, why do you have such a good memory?
"What Li Bai?" Li Yiyan was a little confused.
"Li Taibai!" Liu Shi looked back and said, "Third uncle, you were there that day."
Liu Heng nodded slightly, "Three years ago, you came to this place with a single stroke, and became famous in Chang'an, and people kept singing about it."
Lu Chengji's eyes lit up, "Brother Jiali was talking about the song just now?"
"I don't know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors." Liu Heng said with a smile: "In the past three years, I have not shown up again..."
Li Shan looked awkwardly at the resentful looks from Li Kai, Li Zhaode, Wang Renbiao, Fang Xuanling and others, "This matter...this matter..."
Fang Yizhi shook his head and said, "I remember last year, Huairen once said that he was not good at poetry."
"No, no, no." Li Kai said expressionlessly: "Huairen is a man of words. I understand a little bit."
There was a low roar of laughter all around. This allusion was already known to everyone on Chengtianmen Street just now.
Wang Renbiao smiled and said to Liu Heng: "This is Li Shan and Li Huairen, who topped the list of Jinshi subjects. I congratulate them today."
"Li Huairen?"
"Li Huairen?!"
Liu Heng and Liu Shi said in unison, their eyes widening.
Wang Renbiao suddenly remembered that he heard three years ago that Wang Renyou was robbed of the limelight in Pingkangfang. His uncle and nephew from the Liu family were also there at the time. Could it be Li Bai... No, Li Shan?
Many children from aristocratic families couldn't help but laugh and cry when they heard Liu Heng explain the reason. Lu Chengji sighed: "Huairen said that someone is an old horse who knows the way. It is really too modest!"
"I became famous in Pingkangfang three years ago, why do I have to assume a false name?" Fang Yizhi shook his head and said, "I know my way, so I should come up with a new work. If it doesn't work, I'll be fined with three drinks!"
"Yes, what Brother Fang said is very true!"
Everyone sat down, Li Shan smiled bitterly and said: "Today has been..."
"Isn't that an old poem?" A young man said with a smile: "It can be turned into a poem in one stroke... Otherwise, come on, come on, bring me a wine cup!"
Li Shan waved his hand and said: "In terms of talent, who can beat Brother Siyi and his seventh uncle... A certain poem must be carefully considered."
This young man is Yang Siyi, a descendant of the Yang family in Hongnong. His ancestor is Yang Xiong, the founder of the Guanwangfang of the Hongnong Yang family. His father is Yang Gongren, the eldest son of Yang Xiong. He was given the title of Duke of Guan and served as the general manager of Liangzhou. Last year he had meritorious service in attacking the Turks.
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Yang Siyi's seventh uncle was Yang Shidao. The saint held banquets every day, and he composed several poems in an instant, and was praised for his talent.
Li Yiyan frowned and asked: "Huairen, what is deliberation?"
Li Shan was excited in his heart. Damn it, it seems that this allusion has not come out yet, but the expression on his face did not change. He smiled and said: "This is an old story in Lingnan. Hermits recited poems, birds stayed in the trees by the pond, and monks pushed the moon to the door...or
Knock on the door for the monk."
"Either knocking or pushing..." Li Yiyan nodded and said, "It means I can't decide."
After finally being fooled, Li Shan looked at the three glasses of wine and shook his head and said: "There is no such talent, only old poems..."
"Then let's drink the fine wine first and then listen to it."
Li Shan picked up the wine cup and was about to drink when he heard a middle-aged man laugh and say: "It's a pity that there is only Sanlejiang here. If there is a jade pot of spring, if you drink three cups, you will be drunk."
Looking sideways, Li Shan was a little surprised. He didn't recognize this person... Du He on the side introduced him: "This is a certain third uncle."
Your third uncle is Du Ruhui's younger brother. Li Shan smiled and said hello. After three glasses of wine, he said, "Please come up with a topic. If there are any old poems, recite them. If not, I can only stay and ponder them."
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"The Ode to Willows just now is actually Wing Chun." Liu Shi rolled his eyes, "Now that it's the beginning of spring, why not take this as the title, Ode to Willows and Wing Chun."
When everyone was silent, Liu Heng turned his head and glanced at his nephew, "Yong Liu Wing Chun". This question sounds simple to say, "Yong Liu is mostly Wing Chun", but it is actually very difficult.
Liu Shi snorted and felt a little regretful. Li Shan was kind to the Liu family in Hedong.
Wang Renbiao was about to open his mouth to smooth things over, but Li Shan smiled and said, "What a coincidence."
"In the autumn of the fourth year of Wude, I went north to Beijing and in the spring of the following year, I met brothers Demou, Xiaoqing and Zhaode." Li Shan got up and walked to the desk, picked up his pen and said in a loud voice: "I remember that I went to Chang'an one day to seek filial piety.
Brother Qing, I encountered a light rain on the road, and I saw the willow branches in the street like smoke. I felt something for a while, so I only had two lines of poems left, which were not completed until more than a month ago."
Not long after, a low voice of exclamation sounded from behind the curtain, and the sound of the pipa suddenly and suddenly slowed down, and then the two wheels rested. Accompanied by the low sound of the drum, the shakuhachi played, and a low-pitched female voice sang: "The light rain in Tianjie is as moist as crispy cakes."
, the color of grass looks far away but is not there up close.”
"The best thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows that fill the imperial capital."