Chapter 737: The Scientist Against the Sky (Seeking Monthly Ticket Support!)
Literary young people and so on are the most annoying...
During the dinner, although Fang Jun ate and drank a lot, he was in a bad mood and couldn't eat well.
After being ridiculed and ridiculed by so many people, can it be okay?
Although Fang Jun repeatedly suppressed his anger, after Chu Suiliang said something, he couldn't help but hit them in the face with a poem by Liu Yong.
As for whether someone would say something like "words don't convey the meaning" or "how do you know sadness at a young age", he didn't care at all.
I'll just write it out, you bite me?
Whether you say I plagiarized or plagiarized, can you find the author if you can? Fang Jun is extremely relieved at this point, because he absolutely cannot find it...
When he got back to the house, he had already had dinner and he was not in the mood to make a hot pot. He washed up randomly and then fell asleep miserably.
Early the next morning, he said goodbye to his family and returned to the farm at the foot of Lishan Mountain with a few servants.
Regardless of the fact that the song "Looking at the Moon over the River" caused a stir in the Chang'an literary world, it has a kind of free and easy "after I leave, I won't care about the flood"...
People in the Tang Dynasty were good at poetry, and this did not happen suddenly.
Since Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty unified the world and brought peace to the world, the people were prosperous and the country was prosperous, and literature had the soil to rise.
At this time of development, although it has not yet reached its peak, the trend of good poetry has become popular among the people. Those world-renowned scholars and scholars are also good poets and have countless excellent works.
But good words are absolutely rare.
This is not to say that people in the Tang Dynasty did not love words but loved poetry. This is a popular issue.
For example, just because the streets are singing "The Crooked River Comes from the Sky" doesn't mean that "Let's Swing Together" no one cares about...
Ci is a long and short sentence, and the words are determined by the word brand. This is not the case with poetry. It can be four, seven, or five words. Even if it is a miscellaneous word, it only has a few words, and there is no change.
Poetry is relatively free from the constraints of music, and only focuses on its own rhythm. The lyrics are different, and the lyrics are closely related to the pop music of the time.
In ancient times, there was no distinction between poetry, music and dance. From poetry to poetry, it went through a process from elegance to vulgarity, reaching the interaction between elegance and vulgarity. When poetry first emerged, it was not accepted by the upper-class literati, but some people found their own way, even a generation of poets.
Su Dongpo was quite disdainful of Ci at that time. When he wrote Ci, he felt that the different styles from Liu Yong's were all due to his prejudice against Ci. People in the Song Dynasty were good at reasoning, so their poems were often used to reason, while Ci generally described life. Initially,
It was given to singing girls. Of course, people would think it was vulgar, but with the exchange between refined and popular people, by the late Song Dynasty, the lyrics were also officially recognized by literati.
The most crucial point: the words are the remainder of poetry!
People in the Song Dynasty were daunted by the unattainable cultural peak of Tang poetry, but they eventually created their own literature, and together with Tang poetry, they are famous throughout the ages.
In the Tang Dynasty, most of the folk poetry reflected themes such as love and lovesickness, so it was considered unrefined in the eyes of literati. It was regarded as a sideline of poetry, and most talented people disdained it, so it was rarely written.
When a masterpiece comes out, it is not taken seriously by the world.
Only those who pay attention to absorbing the artistic advantages of folk songs, such as Bai Juyi, Liu Yuxi and others, can write some lyrics, which have a simple and natural style, permeated with a strong flavor of life. Wen Tingyun and the Five Dynasties "
The "Huajian School" has a certain position in the history of the development of Ci. The Ci works written by Empress Li after he was captured in the Southern Tang Dynasty opened up a new and profound artistic realm and gave a strong influence to later generations of Ci poets.
But in the final analysis, whether poems or lyrics, as long as they are well written and written to the extreme, they will be respected by others, popular among people, and spread all over the world.
Therefore, as soon as the song "Looking at the Moon over the River" came out, it was instantly circulated among the brothels in Chang'an. Almost all the famous prostitutes in each brothel had a copy. It was cold in the night and when they were alone and unable to sleep, they lit one.
Take out the red candle and savor it carefully, recalling the ecstasy of parting and sorrow, so as not to shed tears and soak your pillow...
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"Girl, the third watch has passed, why are you still restless?"
The little maid saw her girl leaning against the window, her thin figure a little cold and lonely, and she was unfolding the scroll of words she couldn't put down on the table, and she was looking at it carefully, but she felt more and more lost. She probably wouldn't be there for a while.
After resting, but fearing the cold wind in the middle of the night, I boiled water and made a cup of tea.
Miss Mingyue rested her chin on her hand, her beautiful eyes a little unfocused. It wasn't until she heard the gentle words in her ears and smelled the fresh fragrance of tea in her nose that she suddenly came back to her senses.
She smiled at her little maid, stretched out her slender hand to take the tea cup, gently opened the lid, and looked at the green tea leaves floating in the tea soup. Her mood improved inexplicably.
The little maid was so stunned by her girl's beautiful appearance and smile that even though she was a woman, she was defeated by the peerless charm she inadvertently revealed.
Beauty is like jade, natural beauty.
Wasn’t such a flawless girl supposed to be born with fine clothes, fine food, and a carefree life? She was pampered by her parents and brothers when she was a child, loved by men when she grew up, and lived a happy life, because she was a fairy in the sky.
If you are banished to the mortal world, you will return to heaven sooner or later...
But why do we have to suffer those tortures?
The little maid bit her lip and looked at the girl's delicate cheeks, feeling a little distressed.
Miss Mingyue was not as sad as the little maid. She felt sorry for herself. She held a white porcelain tea cup in her bare hands, smelled the faint fragrance of tea, sighed with contentment, and said softly: "I have never drank such fragrant tea.
Woolen cloth."
The little maid also calmed down and said proudly as if she was offering a treasure: "This is what Chu Shishu specially ordered his servant to bring. He said that it has been sold for five guan per catty in the market, and it is still very affordable. Other girls are not so good."
What a blessing! It is said that it seems that the new tea-making method was developed by Erlang of the Fang family today."
Erlang Fang?
Miss Mingyue was slightly startled. She subconsciously looked at the scroll on the table and murmured, "Is it actually him? This is such a huge source of wealth..."
It’s so strange that Miss Mingyue, who is so elegant and refined, as if she can’t eat the fireworks of this world, actually said such vulgar words...
What's even more strange is that the little maid didn't feel any disobedience at all, and whispered: "He dedicated the glass method to His Majesty, and in the blink of an eye he came up with a new method of making tea. This person is really amazing, could he be the God of Wealth?
Reincarnation?"
As he spoke, his eyes rolled around, obviously he had some dark agenda.
In a scene between master and servant, Miss Mingyue is so smart, so how can she not know what the little maid is thinking?
Angrily and funny, he stretched out his spring onion-like index finger and gently poked her forehead, and said softly: "Is it possible that you want me to sell your girl to that Fang Erlang?"
The little maid rubbed her forehead, stuck out her tongue, and smiled sheepishly: "How dare you, slave..."
Miss Mingyue rolled her eyes at her and said angrily: "Then what's your plan?"
Seeing that her girl didn't mean to be angry, the little maid said softly: "Isn't it true that this Fang Erlang is very talented? He is so talented in writing! Seeing that the Lantern Festival is coming, if I can get him to write a poem
As long as Shi Yu has such a level, coupled with the girl's beautiful singing voice and dancing skills, wouldn't the title of Oiran be easily achieved? Then I can complete the task early and go back to my hometown..."
Miss Mingyue suddenly turned cold and scolded: "Be careful what you say!"
The little maid was startled and realized that she had made a mistake. She ran to the door in a panic, opened the door slightly, looked around for no one, took a breath, felt relieved and ran back.
Miss Mingyue once again has beautiful eyes that are mesmerizing.
How long has it been since you last returned home?
No one pays homage to the graves of my parents and cleans them. Are they already overgrown with weeds?
And the elder brother who always appears in dreams... is he okay, carrying a mountain of blood debt and inheriting a heavy hope?
There was silence in the room.
The tea cup in her hand had gradually turned cold. Miss Mingyue lowered her eyes and looked at the green tea, and said lightly: "Inquire about Fang Erlang's recent itinerary and places he frequents."
The little maid knew that the girl had agreed to her suggestion, and she was slightly excited, nodding her head like a chicken eating rice and agreeing.
Miss Mingyue was slightly surprised and asked curiously: "Why are you so happy?"
"Uh..." The little maid was stunned. Is it obvious?
He quickly covered it up: "I just think that the girl will make a splash at the oiran convention, so I'm happy!"
But Miss Mingyue didn't believe it. Her pink lips curved into an alluring arc, and she teased: "My little sister...is it possible that she's feeling spring?"
"ah?"
The little maid blushed when she was told that, and she was shy and asked: "How could it be?"
Miss Mingyue had a smile on her face, which made the little maid feel guilty for a while and lowered her head...
"Just like a young bridegroom,
Let's meet for a while and say goodbye according to the past.
It was last year's season at the threshold of the small building.
The clear light for thousands of miles remains the same, the night is eternal, the people are disgusted..."
How can people who have never experienced separation understand the pain of lovesickness and the pain of helplessness?