When I first saw him, he lowered his head slightly and did not take Jiang Gan's words to heart. He only listened to the young master's whisper behind him. He thought about it for a while and then nodded.
Then, Chu Jian raised his head and looked at Jiang Qian without saying a word. He said to Mr. Dongyue: "It's just a poem about porcelain. There is no limit to the subject matter, right?"
Mr. Dongyue nodded: "Of course, it's okay for you all to speak freely."
"Do you have a pen and paper?"
Mr. Dongyue called out: "Bring a pen and paper."
After a while, someone sent a pair of calligraphy treasures.
When I first saw it, I picked up a pen and wrote it on paper according to what Xia Shang said.
Jiang Gan looked at it and sighed that it was all pretentious. Why should a poem be written on paper?
But it was only after I first started writing that I understood why it needed to be written on paper. Because Cao Xueqin's porcelain chant was too long, it was difficult for others to remember it all by dictation alone.
By the time he was halfway through writing, the beautiful small characters on the paper were already in place.
After a trial reading, I found that Mr. Cao's porcelain poem was somewhat different.
It seems to be a poem, but the words can be straightforward, but it is not lacking in charm and artistic conception. It is also a vocabulary and sentence structure that no one has ever seen before.
Mr. Dongyue glanced at it, frowned, stroking his long beard and said softly:
"The embryo outlines the blue and white brush strokes, which turn from thick to light,
The peony depicted on the bottle is just like your first makeup.
The scent of sandalwood comes through the window and I understand my thoughts,
The pen is half written on the rice paper.
The glaze color renders the charm of the lady's picture and is kept privately.
And your beautiful smile is like a bud waiting to bloom.
A wisp of your beauty is scattered,
Go places I can’t go.”
This ordinary text is straightforward but not direct, simple but not simple. It gives people a sense of far-reaching artistic conception. It is hard to tell whether the blue and white porcelain is personified, or it depicts a person as delicate and beautiful as the blue and white porcelain. A beautiful woman, a painting, a bit of pen and ink, or the flowing of clear springs in the mountains make people think...
However, this work is not so simple. What is even more exciting is that it makes a girl unable to help reading it aloud.
"The sky is blue waiting for misty rain and I'm waiting for you,
Smoke from cooking pots rises thousands of miles across the river.
The Han official script on the bottom of the bottle imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty,
Just think of me as foreshadowing my meeting with you.
The sky is blue waiting for misty rain and I am waiting for you,
Yue Xie was salvaged and fainted to open the ending.
Just like the blue and white porcelain passed down from generation to generation, it is beautiful by itself,
There is a smile in your eyes.
The white and blue koi fish leapt at the bottom of the bowl,
I was thinking of you when I was copying the inscription in Song script.
The secret you have hidden in the kiln for thousands of years,
Extremely delicate, like an embroidery needle falling to the ground.
The banana outside the curtain stirs up the shower and the door knocker turns to patina,
And I pissed you off when I passed by that small town in the south of the Yangtze River.
In splash-ink landscape painting,
You are hidden from the depths of ink.
The sky is blue waiting for misty rain and I am waiting for you,
Smoke from cooking pots rises thousands of miles across the river.
The Han official script on the bottom of the bottle imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty,
Just think of me as foreshadowing my meeting with you.
The sky is blue waiting for misty rain and I am waiting for you,
Yue Xie was salvaged and fainted to open the ending.
Just like the blue and white porcelain passed down from generation to generation, it is beautiful by itself,
You have a smile in your eyes."
As soon as the word fell, the book stopped for a moment.
This unique song "Blue and White Porcelain" made the whole audience silent. It is impossible to describe the taste or feeling. There is only one word in everyone's heart, and that is "beauty". There is no need to modify it with words or to ponder it carefully. , although the feeling that arises from the bottom of my heart at the moment when I first recognize the text, only the word "beauty" can explain the most true feeling in my heart.
But there are many poems in the world that can be called "beautiful", but none of them can be presented in such a straightforward way. There is no literati's unique wording. Each sentence is the most appropriate description and embellishment. The deepest hidden artistic conception. Savoring it carefully will lead to pictures full of poetry.
There seems to be countless poems hidden in the sentence "The sky is blue waiting for misty rain and I am waiting for you, and the moonlight is salvaged and fainted. Like the blue and white porcelain handed down from generation to generation, it cares about its own beauty, and your eyes are smiling."
All kinds of reveries.
Not to mention others, I was shocked by this poetic and picturesque composition when I saw it for the first time.
Who among the people here has ever thought that words in this world can be presented in such a way? Can it give people such a wonderful feeling and make them think a lot?
This poem is different from "A Dream of Red Mansions", but except for the real Mr. Cao Xueqin, who else can break the old and establish the new in this way? Who else can write such a chapter?
Looking at this roll of paper and a set of words, Mr. Dongyue suddenly sighed: "I have never convinced anyone in my life, but I feel that I can't think of such a "blue and white porcelain" in this life. The sky is blue waiting for mist and rain, and I am waiting for you.
...it talks about the time and waiting during the firing of blue and white porcelain. The beauty of blue and white porcelain is also in the waiting that cannot be missed at all. No one in the world can think of such a deep meaning, let alone write down such waiting.
It's so beautiful and poetic. Cao Xueqin deserves the word 'sir', and I'm convinced."
The look of shock gradually appeared on the faces of the people around him, and Mr. Dongyue could say such words from the bottom of his heart. Cao Xueqin is the first person in history to make such a difference!
The fans behind them had crazy and obsessed eyes. At this moment, they could see Cao Xueqin writing a world-famous novel with their own eyes. They felt that they were the happiest people.
But Jiang Gan felt a deep powerlessness. In front of him, Cao Xueqin was a big mountain, a mountain that he could not climb in this life...
At this moment, a voice came from upstairs: "Princess Nishang has been ordered to present Mr. Cao's work."
After saying this, Mr. Dongyue personally carried the chapter on the rice paper with the ink still wet and went upstairs. His mouth trembled slightly when he saw the broken porcelain pieces upstairs. He also saw that Princess Nishang looked bad and had to keep silent and respectfully presented the poem.
Nishang took the hand and frowned slightly when she saw the dense small words on the paper: "Is this what Cao Xueqin did below?"
Mr. Dongyue nodded: "This is the unique "Blue and White Porcelain" handwritten by Mr. Cao."
Nishang looked at it doubtfully, and then she froze. The more she looked, the more extraordinary she saw.
"The white and blue koi leapt at the bottom of the bowl, and I was thinking about you when I copied the inscription in Song style... How... How could this happen? It's impossible... It's impossible... This can't be true! This word... this word
…”
Princess Nishang looked at it and murmured to herself, the color was dark and strange.
Mr. Dongyue was full of doubts: "Princess, what's wrong with the poem?"
Unexpectedly, this question made Nishang furious. She grabbed the poem in front of her and tore it into pieces: "The handwriting is beautiful but weak! These words are clearly written by a woman! They are all liars! They are all liars! The woman is disguised as a man.
Catch Cao Xueqin!"
"Ah?" Mr. Dongyue was shocked, "A woman disguised as a man?"
With a startled reminder, Mr. Dongyue also came back to his senses. Before, everyone focused on the words and sentences, but no one noticed the handwriting. Mr. Dongyue is an expert in calligraphy. After thinking about it for a while, he felt that Cao Xueqin's handwriting was indeed unique.
There are many suspicious things, and it really looks like it was written by a woman.
"Is Cao Xueqin a woman?!" Mr. Dongyue was horrified.
Nishang had already broken out, shouting: "Catch him! Catch that liar for me!" (To be continued)