"Actually, it is impossible for anyone to be able to match Dongpo's lyrics for "Shui Tiao Ge Tou". Liu Menghui should not have drafted this poem tonight."
"'Raise your head and go away quickly, see the lights of China', although it cannot compare with Dongpo's Ci, this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, Liu Menghui has won the first place in Ci."
"It's not very interesting after all. If you ask me, the Mid-Autumn Festival does not necessarily have a full moon. Today, Liu Shengbo's words, 'Weeping over the two dynasties and losing ten thousand words' are what touched me the most."
"Yes, the best ci should be given to Liu Fu and Liu Shengbo, and to the six gentlemen of Xianguan..."
There may be hundreds of large and small poetry gatherings in Lin'an tonight. Good poems will be sung everywhere. For example, at the Fengle Tower Poetry Meeting, Liu Chenweng's poems have been spread to Fenglian Tower.
It can indeed be called the "Communist Mid-Autumn Festival".
However, no decent poems had been produced at the Fenglianlou Poetry Meeting, so everyone present could not help but talk about other things.
"When talking about the Six Gentlemen of Xianguan, I suddenly thought of Li Xia and Li Feiyu."
"The treacherous members of the party will spoil the fun."
"He has established his merits and went to the difficult place in the southwest to take up his post. We have never met him, so there is no need to make any judgments."
"What does Brother Dev want to say?"
"I'm thinking about what kind of lyrics Li Feiyu could come up with if he were here."
"In terms of choice of words and sentences, it may be better than Liu Shengbo and Liu Menghui. But in terms of artistic conception, it cannot be better than the six gentlemen of Xianguan who wept with blood and shed their gallbladder."
Several literary guests were talking about this, and suddenly they heard a cry from everywhere.
"Tang Xing is the first to sing Li Feiyu's new poems!"
"What did you say?"
Everyone looked up and saw that Hu Zhen had appeared on the stage in person.
"You are so polite. If we talk about contemporary poetry, the most famous ones are Li Xia and Li Feiyu. Their reputations are mixed, both bad and bad...
This morning, the slave family saw him off, asked him about his aspirations, and laughed it off. He only left a poem as a gift to the Tang Dynasty, which he called the final work of his life. It is a masterpiece of eight talents, a deception of the world and theft of fame, and it can be appreciated by all the gentlemen..."
Behind the scenes, Nian'er was applying make-up to Tang An'an.
"Girl, he treats you too well."
"What nonsense."
Nian'er said: "This poem of his is obviously for you, girl. As you often say, the more famous you are, the less you have to receive guests who don't want to receive them. As soon as this poem comes out tonight, everyone in Lin'an will return home."
Who can match your fame?"
"Okay, okay, chirping."
"The girl said it. He is a little infatuated."
Tang Anan suddenly whispered: "This is a farewell poem. He is signaling to the world that he has nothing to do with me anymore."
"Girl, what do you mean?"
Before the two masters and servants finished speaking, a maid ran up and said: "The head of the Tang Dynasty, it's time to take the stage..."
"What? A poem by Li Feiyu? A final work?"
When Liu Chenweng heard the news, he immediately got up and rushed from Fengle Tower to Fenglian Tower.
He was very curious about Li Xia.
I have never met the other person, so I can't say what my impressions are. I just think it would be a pity if that person no longer writes lyrics.
But tonight, no matter how good the poems are, they cannot compare to the loyalty of the Six Gentlemen of Xianguan, who shed tears and abandoned their future for the sake of national affairs.
Liu Chenweng knew this very well and spent the whole night regretting that he should not have brought out the song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou".
This made him feel that while the six gentlemen of Xianguan were busy working on state affairs, he was singing and dancing to achieve peace.
With these thoughts in his mind, Liu Chenweng rushed to the Fenglian Tower.
"Liu Menghui is here!"
"Meng Hui, come quickly, we're going to sing soon..."
Liu Chenweng walked quickly through the winding path of flowers and trees and heard someone talking on the stage in the distance.
"Because he narrowly escaped death in Beidi, Li Feiyu wrote poems and liked to use pseudonyms. The poem tonight was written under the pseudonym 'Gong Zizhen'."
The song sounded.
Then, a melodious and charming voice sang...
"The sun is setting in the day when I am about to leave, and I sing my whip to the east and point to the end of the world."
"Fallen flowers are not heartless things, into Chunni more quadrangle."
…
"So short?"
"To create such a buzz, you thought it was a long tune poem, but it turned out to be just a quatrain?"
"What do you think of this poem?"
"Stealed."
"Meng Hui is here, let Meng Hui comment..."
Liu Chenweng had been pulled into the group of scribes, but his expression looked a little dull.
"How would Meng feel?"
Liu Chenweng opened his mouth, spoke, and murmured to himself: "It's not just the poem, it's his ambition."
"what for?"
"Poetry expresses ambition, poetry expresses ambition, the country, the country, and the country are in turmoil, and Liu Shengbo is full of words; Li Feiyu... Li Feiyu..."
"Meng Hui, keep talking."
"What else is there to say."
Suddenly someone stood up, looking distant.
"Liu Shengbo dared to give direct advice to the world, while Li Feiyu was a pragmatic person who 'turned into spring mud to protect flowers'. His passion for serving the country and his indomitable tenacity...were even better."
"Huang Defu is exaggerating! Li Xia is far inferior to the Six Gentlemen of Xianguan!"
"Exaggeration? If scholars of our generation only know how to be careful and how to be careful, what good will it do to the country?!"
"Li Feiyu, an opportunistic person, will never deserve such a high reputation. I don't believe this poem was written by him!"
"What does it matter whether you believe it or not? Does he care? Do you have half of the free and easy meaning in his poems?"
"Huang Defu! You are also attached to the traitors!"
"Oh, it doesn't matter whether I'm a traitor to the Party or not. Li Feiyu has gone to the border. Whether he is loyal or traitorous, virtuous or mediocre, I'm afraid it won't be my turn to comment on it."
After Huang Xiaomai finished speaking, he put his hands behind his back and left the table, leaving only one more sentence.
"Even if you have done something practical for the country, why are you talking about the loyalty and treachery of others!"
Many people were still dissatisfied and looked at Liu Chenweng one after another.
"Meng Hui, what do you think?"
Liu Chenweng waved his hand, smiled bitterly, and walked out.
"What Brother Dev said is true. The national situation is difficult. How can I, the one who wrote Mid-Autumn Festival poems, have the face to comment on it?"
"Meng Hui, Meng Hui..."
"Alas, Meng Hui is gone too."
"I still feel that this poem was not written by Li Feiyu. If he had such a talent, why would he shut down the poem?"
"That's right, I just stole another poem."
"According to rumors, he clearly said that it was from the original book..."
"You also want to speak for Li Xia?"
"No, this... Li Feiyu is a traitor to the party!"
"Ah……"
In the midst of the discussion, someone suddenly said: "Is Tang Xingshou crying?"
"Falling flowers are not heartless things, they turn into spring mud to protect the flowers." Tang Anan sang again.
The moonlight shone on her beautiful cheeks, her eyes were red, and two lines of clear tears flowed down uncontrollably.
…
Nian'er stood behind the stage, looked up at his girl, and felt a sore nose.
In fact, she had always known what the girl meant when she said "If I worry about him, it will only harm me and him" these days, but she couldn't explain clearly.
Only this poem tonight makes this central idea clear.
"He is indeed very talented."
The next moment, Nian'er thought of what Li Xia said the night before, "I will redeem you," and suddenly became a little crazy.
Nian'er vaguely thought... was Li Xia's poem meant for him?
Because he was going to a very dangerous place in the southwest, so he didn't redeem himself in the end?
"Turn into spring mud to protect flowers..."
Nian'er was thinking about it when he suddenly woke up and quickly raised his hand to scratch his head.
"Silly girl, what are you thinking about? How can a man like him give you a poem? Of course it is for a girl. The girl sang it and cried."
Regarding this point, Nian'er was very sure. He shook his head again and sighed in his heart: "But the girl said this is a farewell poem."
She suddenly felt that she missed Li Xia very much, so she raised her head and looked at the full moon.
"The moonlight is so beautiful, how about we travel all night?"
"Okay, it's rare that there is no pursuit."
"Haha, get to Sichuan earlier so that our Lieutenant Li can show off his skills as soon as possible!"
Under the moonlight, a group of people traveling westward laughed heartily.
"You Liu Jinsuo can just use your kicks." Li Xia said with a hint of joking in his tone, but his eyes were firm: "I will learn strategy from now on..."