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The "solate poems on the Moon of the Spring River in the Tang Dynasty" were famous in Chen Mo's era. They were praised by Wen Yiduo as poems in poetry, and their charm can be seen at the peak. "Flower River in the Spring River in the Moon of the Spring River" is rich in the colors and styles of southern folk songs, and it also successfully uses the new poetry rhythm that has been brewing for a hundred years from Qi and Liang to the early Tang Dynasty. It also explores the techniques of group-turning rhyme combined with long lines in seven-character poems. The combination of the three is so perfect, providing a good sample for later poets, which is naturally a peak. The author Zhang Ruoxu is as famous as his name, and his life anecdotes are like illusions and cannot be studied. Only the long poem left behind, "Flower River in the Spring River" was shocking.

The poem adopts complex changes. In the sentence structure, a large number of parallel sentences are used, the parallel sentences and flowing water are both wonderful, and the article is full of charm. It not only has a profound artistic conception in the scenery, but also has philosophical and artistic thinking. Therefore, it is regarded as a lonely article covering the entire Tang Dynasty.

The Tang Dynasty's achievements in poetry have reached its peak. The "Poet Immortal" Li Bai, the "Poet Saint" Du Fu, the "Poet Buddha" Wang Wei, the "Poet Ghost" Li He and others were all born in that era of splendor and glorious stars. It is not ordinary to be able to cover the entire Tang Dynasty with lonely poems in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Such a charming poem may not be able to match it even if it is five years, fifty years, or five hundred years.

When Chen Mo heard such a familiar masterpiece, he felt a little sad, as if he had returned to his previous life.

At this time, Prince Tang Feng had already come to the stage to add poems.

The first four sentences of Yu Youwei's words are "The spring tide is connected to the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is growing with the tide. It is rippling with the waves for thousands of miles, and there is no moon bright in the spring river!" As soon as you hear it, you will know that it is a description of the scenery. The Tang Feng has been preparing for a long time, and there are also some poets who give me some advice, full of confidence.

He thought about it and cooperated with Yu Youwei's faint guzheng and said loudly: "A small boat in Xiaoxiang, reed flowers are fishing alone in the snow. The bright ice wheel is clear and clear. This month has shined for thousands of years..."

Since the previous work of the poem Yu Youwei said was about the river, Tang Feng naturally thought of the boat, the characters and sighs. It has to be said that the prince still took some effort. Some sentences have already taken the prototype of the meaning of the flower moon night in the spring river, but the difference is still too far.

Maybe the artistic conception is to know, but human thoughts are always very different, and it is almost impossible to make a perfect original.

Sure enough, Chen Mo noticed that when Tang Feng read the phrase "A small boat in Xiaoxiang", Yu Youwei's brows were slightly frowned and her red lips were pursed. Obviously, Tang Feng's poem was not very satisfied with her.

The song is over.

Everyone is still not satisfied.

"Good poem."

"It's not bad. The poem written by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is really perfect for Miss Youwei."

"Hahaha, it's impossible to say anything about Miss Youwei."

"Yes, it's been five years. Miss Youwei didn't do it on purpose, right?"

A warm cheer sounded at the venue, and Chen Mo smiled playfully. It was obvious that the person who cheered was from the prince. His Royal Highness was planning to use public opinion pressure to force Yu Youwei to follow. This guy is quite capable.

"Miss Youwei's ancient collection has always been untitled, so I will present an ugly title "Yuanjiangyue"."

Tang Feng feels good about himself.

Chen Mo couldn't help laughing.

Isn’t Feng Jiangyue a famous brand name for Nian Nujiao? This guy is really creative.

Chen Mo's smile immediately became the focus of the audience. The grudges between the two were still vivid in their minds. His smile was obviously a great provocation.

"Does Chen Mo think this song "Tong Jiangyue in this palace is not very good?" Tang Feng raised his eyebrows, his tone was a little dissatisfied. The previous bets of the two had already put both parties in a land of water and fire, and Tang Feng didn't need to pretend to be hypocritical at this time.

"The poem "Your Highness Tang Feng" is quite good, but when I listen to it, the song with Miss Youwei is still a bit unsatisfactory."

Tang Feng laughed and said with a sneer: "I have been listening to Miss Youwei's songs in Chang'an for five years. In the past five years, I dare not say that I am the first, but I think I think it is the second. I remember Chen Mo, you are the first time you have been away from Chang'an in more than ten years, right?" When Tang Feng said this, the meaning was very obvious. When I listened to Youwei's Guzheng, you, a waste, didn't know where to hide and lick your wounds. How could a guy who just came to Chang'an have the right to say that his poems did not match Youwei's songs. It was really ridiculous.

The prince's man sneered.

"The song doesn't care about the length of time you listen to it, and the understanding of watching it. Tang Feng, your statement is too illegitimate." Chen Lin said coldly. Tang Feng's words were indeed irrefutable. Over the past five years, the wealthy young men in Chang'an have been studying Youwei's ancient songs. Tang Feng is the hottest one. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a fanatical fan, but Chen Lin cannot bear to see anyone dare to bully his brothers.

"It seems that Chang'an Mansion is going to be in the limelight everywhere." Tang Feng sneered: "Well, I will fulfill your brothers today. Chen Mo, since you dare to say that, why not show your own masterpieces and let us see what poetry can be made in Chang'an Mansion, and judge it by Miss Youwei."

"Yes, Your Highness said very well."

"Today, all the major families in Chang'an are here, so why not take it out and compare it to each other."

"Your Highness Chen Mo must not say you are not prepared."

Everyone started to cheer.

Yu Youwei covered her forehead. She knew that Chang'an Jun and Emperor Tang had not been in peace recently, so why did they take on anything again? Isn't it difficult for her to ask her to be the judge?

However, Yu Youwei also had a little expectation for Chen Mo.

What kind of understanding can this young man who made Hanshan Shide asked about his ancient music score?

"Okay, I happened to have a poem I got from my dream the day before yesterday, and it is quite appropriate to match Miss Youwei's Guzheng song." Chen Mo responded generously.

"Fourth brother, are you okay? Do you want me to come? I have been preparing for a long time this time." Chen Lin asked in a low voice.

Chen Mo nodded.

Tang Feng smiled at Yu Youwei and said, "Then please ask Miss Youwei to listen carefully to what he got from this dream. I hope it will not insult Miss Youwei's natural guzheng."

"If you make a messy and messy poem, don't blame us for mocking His Highness Chen Mo."

"Haha, Your Highness Chen Mo is not so overestimating his abilities."

Chen Mo stepped up to the high platform and signaled to Yu Youwei.

"Then I'll invite you to the prince." Yu Youwei played the piano in her hand.

A wisp of piano sounds slowly, and it is as cold as the moon.

Chen Mo was so familiar with the poem "The Moon Night of the Spring River". Just as he closed his eyes, the long-lost memories were opened, and those beautiful poems immediately came to his mind.

"Your Highness Lin, can Your Highness Mo be okay?"

Someone asked Chen Lin for concern.

Chen Lin also broke into a cold sweat, only remembering that this fourth brother left Chang'an at a very young age. Maybe he had any achievements in reading poetry and books in the countryside. As for what he gained from his dream, of course no one believed it.

"Look at it well."

Tang Feng looked at Chen Lin very provocatively, and finally felt a little happy to humiliate Chen Mo. He didn't believe that Chen Mo could have any earth-shaking genius that could make poems comparable to his own rosy Jiangyue. These verses were not written by him. He found many talented poets to collect the best. It took more than a year to study the first four lines of Yu Youwei's ancient music score.

The first time he came to Chang'an to listen to the guzheng, he could surpass himself, and he didn't know how ridiculous he was.

Perhaps Chen Mo is very talented in martial arts, can defeat the thunder tribulation monk, and has a personal experience in making classics in Zen, but listening to music and writing lyrics is very different from the two. If he could really write it out, Tang Feng felt that this guy could not only be his own teacher, but I would recognize you as a father.

"Where is the spring river without the moonlight!"

As this sentence comes out, it is Chen Mo's turn to add it next.

"The river flows around the fragrant land, and the moon shines on the flowers and forests all look like snow." When Chen Mo read the first poem "What I did", he was playing slowly. Yu Youwei, who was focusing on her heart, suddenly trembled all over and the sound of the piano stopped.

"Ah?" The girl opened her eyes wide and covered her mouth in surprise.

Everyone was surprised.

Five years.

Over the past five years, Yu Youwei has played this song countless times, and I don’t know how many poems from literati who are arrogant and arrogant. However, over the past five years, Yu Youwei’s guzheng has always been immersed in her own world, and no one can interrupt it. But today, Chen Mo’s sentence made Yu Youwei lose his composure by just one sentence.

Everyone looked at each other, thinking they were dazzled.

"Why are Miss Youwei not satisfied?" Chen Mo asked calmly.

The maids Lu'er and Qiao'er were also puzzled by the reason why the lady today was so out of control. No one can do this on weekdays. Is this poem really a play?

"Sorry, Youwei just remembered some thoughts, which made you abrupt." Yu Youwei said apologetically.

"So that's the case. I'll just say, how could His Highness Chen Mo's poem interrupt Miss Youwei's guzheng?"

"But this sentence is indeed very unusual, it's amazing."

"Hehe, let's listen to the following."

Yu Youwei closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and after opening her eyes, she returned to the point of returning. However, everyone could hear that the Guzheng seemed to have become a little different from usual, and it seemed to have a brighter and brighter than ever before. This feeling was like...

"It seems like I've met a confidant."

A girl sighed.

Yes, confidant!

Could it be...

At this time, even a fool could feel that the poems written by Chen Mo were different, which had caused Yu Youwei's heartstrings to fluctuate that had not been in five years.

Chen Mo then read the following sentences-

The frost flows in the sky without feeling the flowing, and the white sand on the ground cannot be seen.

The river and sky are all color without dust, and the lonely moon is in the bright sky.

Who first saw the moon by the river? When did the moon in the river shine on people?

...

Yu Youwei's strings are like the heart, and the melody that has played the most brisk and so far, the picture of the moonlight river seems to have one more man and one more woman. This woman is Yu Youwei himself, and a man is naturally Chen Mo. The two met again on the riverside under the moon and expressed their tenderness. Therefore, the originally beautiful night became a little more lingering and touching.

This son's poem is to go against the will of heaven.

Anyone who is a little concerned can feel the difference. They can't help but sympathize and ridicule to look at the biggest joke - His Royal Highness Tang Feng.

At this moment.

The prince of the Great Dynasty had only one idea.

He wants to kill someone!
Chapter completed!