Xianwu During the Tang Dynasty, cultivation of immortality was prevalent, Confucianism and Taoism flourished, and freedom and unrestrainedness gradually declined.
Especially for those who are cultivators, they write poems in line with their spiritual inspiration and with one mind, and do not strictly follow the rules of poetry.
Regardless of whether practitioners have poetic talent or not, everyone is Li Bai, who writes freely and unrestrainedly.
You still can't say, after all, he is really a poet.
Li Bai's so-called poetry immortal is the immortal among poems.
The poems written by the so-called poetry immortals among cultivators are just like the rainbow farts emitted by fairies.
Chen Yanjun recited it carefully in his mind and found that this poem written by Zhang Gongzi was a typical example of being single-minded, emphasizing imagery and despising plainness.
According to Chen Yanjun's aesthetics of Qilu in his previous life, this poem is a little dull and has too many twists and turns.
But according to Xianwu Datang's poetic aesthetics, Chen Yanjun felt that although this poem was not as good as Lu You's "Visiting Shanxi Village", it was still acceptable.
Liu Juzheng took a sip of tea, woke up, and shook his head again, feeling that his eyes were even more lost.
"Liu is very talented and has little knowledge. He can only try to understand the general meaning of the poem. The specific merits and demerits are up to you to judge for yourself."
After throwing out a disclaimer, Liu Juzheng began to explain the poem while shaking his head.
"In the first sentence of "Climbing Bailu Mountain on a Snowy Night", the snow falls on the clear pool and covers the carp with warmth, and the clouds swallow the green trees and the birds are frightened by the cold."
"The snow falling on the clear pond is like covering the swimming fish with a quilt, making people feel a little warm."
"The clouds engulf the forest and frighten the birds sitting on the trees, which makes people feel a chill."
"Liu guessed that the meaning of the poem is that snow can make people feel warm, and clouds can make people feel cold. Maybe coldness and warmth are just appearances."
"This is the poet's question about the first stage of nourishing qi when he sees the mountain as a mountain when he is climbing a mountain."
When Chen Yanjun heard this, he thought that Mr. Liu's analysis was too accurate... Could it be that you wrote it?
Liu Juzheng took a sip of tea and continued to explain the poem:
"The second sentence: The wind whispers and the night is quiet, and the shadows confuse the bright lights and the candles are far away."
"While climbing a mountain on a snowy night, the poet clearly heard the whispers blown by the wind in his ears. He listened carefully but found it extremely quiet. Suddenly he saw a bright light in front of his eyes. If he looked carefully, the light gradually faded away until it disappeared..."
"This sentence is written when the poet is practicing meditation. The poet is trying to meditate before entering the illusion of demonic energy. He wants to enter but cannot, and cannot grasp the illusory illusion around him."
Chen Yanjun was shocked.
He is a college student in the Chinese Department, and his reading comprehension is not that bad...
Liu Juzheng continued:
"Look at the third sentence again, the morning valley is painted in white and shallow, with rays of rays splashing ink and smoke floating in the sky."
"The poet trekked up mountains in the snowy night until dawn, and suddenly found that the valley in the early morning was covered with snow, like a flat white painting, losing its deep appearance; the rays of light fell through the clouds like splashed ink,
Suspended like smoke over the valley."
"The general idea of this sentence is: At dawn, the poet has just touched the illusion of demonic energy, trying to enter the second state of nourishing qi, seeing that the mountains are not mountains, and everything in front of him has become a painting with white lines and splashes of ink."
When Chen Yanjun heard this, he realized that Mr. Liu was not forcing an explanation. There was indeed such a meaning in the poem.
"The fourth sentence, the lonely fly is tired and has no place to land, and the mountains are covered with frost and it doesn't know where to go."
As he spoke, Liu Ju's eyes gradually became moist.
"A lone goose strayed into the snow-capped mountains. It was tired of flying and had nowhere to stay. In the blink of an eye, its head was all gray, but it had been lost in the mountains for an unknown age."
"In the fourth sentence, the poet did not write about the specific illusion of demonic energy, but that after experiencing the illusion of demonic energy, he suddenly discovered..."
Having said this, he glanced at Mrs. Zhang and suddenly changed the subject.
"You must practice tirelessly and never give up easily. You will not gain anything until your head is full of gray hairs."
When Chen Yanjun heard this, he wondered who you were trying to trick!
It should be that after experiencing the illusion of demonic energy, the poet suddenly discovered that the reality he experienced was the greatest illusion of demonic energy!
At this point, Chen Yanjun was sure that this poem could not be written by Mr. Zhang, and that Liu Juzheng was the author of this poem... Probably he had prepared many poems on various themes in advance, and happened to hit one of the right topics.
Obviously, Liu Juzheng has not yet entered the third level of Qi Nourishing Technique. He has been trying hard to achieve the third level but has not been able to achieve it... so he feels that Gu Hongfei is tired and has nowhere to go.
After reading it, a sense of sadness came to my heart.
The poem is a good poem, but it is a pity that the state of nourishing Qi is not high.
Liu Ju was calm and calm, and suddenly he gradually regained his energy.
"Well, this poem is good. It expresses the poet's tireless pursuit of spiritual practice."
Chen Yanjun thought to himself, that's not what you meant at all. Are you treating everyone as fools?
Liu Juzheng put down his poem, picked up another poem, and pretended to read it seriously.
"Let's look at another one."
"Visiting Shanxi Village...the title of the poem is mountain climbing, but it is written about visiting mountain villages. It is a bit frivolous, but it doesn't matter, as long as you gain something in the mountains."
"The first sentence is, don't laugh at the farmers' cured wine, which is full of chickens and dolphins during the good years."
After reading, Liu Juzheng frowned slightly, and unexpectedly felt a rustic atmosphere coming to his face.
Everyone also thinks this poem is too salivating...
Even Princess Ping An, Li Chan, laughed and said:
"Haha, Mr. Liu, you don't need to explain this first sentence, even I can understand it."
Liu Juzheng said awkwardly:
"Actually... simplicity is not a shortcoming. Let's take a look at the spiritual practice insights written later."
"Mountains and rivers..."
In an instant, Liu Juzheng was shocked on the spot.
The hand and the paper suddenly trembled slightly, the red light on his face slowly solidified, his face became bright, and for some reason, tears burst out of his eyes, and he slowly chanted:
"Mountain darkly, vista."
His voice became smaller and smaller until he became silent.
Everyone in the front hall also fell silent.
Just one sentence...
Build tall buildings from low ground!
In this era, all those who have practiced spiritual practice, those who are tortured by bottlenecks and are in pain, and those who finally have no choice but to accept the reality, can best understand the power of this sentence.
The previous poem is about chasing the illusion of demonic energy until finally getting tired of it and wanting to escape... After escaping, I discovered that life is also an illusion of demonic energy.
The pattern of this poem is much broader. The poet actually broke through to the third realm during the journey!
Could it be that after so many years of practice, I have been on the wrong path?
Liu Juzheng had tears in his eyes and his expression was very complicated.
Mrs. Zhang noticed something strange and reminded:
"Master Liu, please interpret the poem carefully and don't put too much personal emotion into it, so as not to lose justice."
Liu Juzheng said numbly:
"The meaning of this poem is that the poet was very lucky when he was practicing, and he made amazing gains by accident."
Chen Yanjun was convinced. It was really just a matter of talking. No wonder a certain Qianqian almost got into the Writers' Association.
Liu Juzheng regained consciousness and continued reading.
"In the third sentence, Xiao Gu follows the Spring Society, and the clothes are simple and ancient... They are all agricultural customs."
"The poet seems to be looking for a hermit master who hides in the world. Just like the senior Han Ping who wrote the commentary on nourishing qi, every move he makes is a practice."
"The fourth sentence, from now on, if I am allowed to ride on the moon at leisure, I will knock on the door at night with my sword in my hand."
"The poet has gained something from his studies. In his spare time, he will visit him at night with his sword in hand."
"The key point of this poem is that the poet is leaning on a sword instead of wielding a sword, which shows that the poet, like senior Han Ping, has entered the third state of nourishing qi. Carrying a sword is also a way of wielding a sword and a way of practice..."
After reading, Liu Juzheng opened his eyes and stared at Chen Yanjun, his eyes seemed to be asking -
Have you entered the third realm?
Chen Yanjun nodded slightly.
Mrs. Zhang felt that something was not right with Liu Juzheng and hurriedly urged:
"Master Liu, please rate me."
In Liu Juzheng's opinion, Chen Gongzi's poem not only has a transcendent spiritual realm, but also has an even better literary talent.
Neat and natural, completely simple.
Really good poetry does not require interpretation at all.
This is the difference between craftsmanship and master spirit.
When climbing, you must climb high...
Mr. Chen is not climbing to a high mountain, but to climb to an expert.
Could it be that those legends about Li Taibai, Du Shaoling, Sun Simiao... and other sages who hid in the mountains and rivers, advanced to Wuju, and almost became immortals, are true?
Liu Juzheng seemed to be a different person. He ignored Mrs. Zhang's words and only asked calmly:
"I have something to ask Mr. Chen."
Chen Yanjun nodded and said:
"Excuse me, Mr. Liu."
Liu Juzheng got straight to the point and asked directly:
"May I ask how you entered the third realm, Master?"
The whole audience was shocked.
Staring at Chen Yanjun, speechless.
Mr. Chen, a mere mortal, could actually enter the third realm of nourishing qi early?
Could this be the reason why he was able to knock down Young Master Zhang with one punch?
Chen Yanjun did not hide his secrets and said calmly:
"Confront the demonic illusion and climb over the mountain."
Liu Juzheng's eyes moved slightly, his vision suddenly became clear, and he suddenly laughed loudly.
"Hahaha!"
There were tears of laughter in his eyes.
The laughter suddenly became high-pitched, and in the blink of an eye, the short figure became as towering as a mountain.
He seemed to see the light he was chasing that night. It was actually a scenery that could only be seen through the illusion of demonic energy.
"There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and dark flowers, hahahaha!"
Mrs. Zhang saw that Liu Juzheng was about to lose control, and she quickly threatened:
"Please also ask Mr. Liu to judge the poem quickly!"
"It's a bad sentence!"
Liu Juzheng actually said something back.
"There is pure air in the world!"
Chen Yanjun was stunned and silent, vaguely feeling that he might have gotten into trouble...
Mrs. Zhang's face was as black as ink, and her eyes were as cold as a vulture, staring straight at Liu Juzheng.
"Liu Juzheng, are you crazy?"
Liu Juzheng took a sip from the pot, and his black hair instantly turned as white as frost and spread out in all directions.
The red and greasy face also became densely wrinkled, like an octogenarian.
However, his spine is as straight as a mountain, and he has a majestic and refreshing air.
The eyes surrounded by wrinkles were as bright as stars, and there was no more sadness.
Suddenly he raised his head and smiled, and strode out.
"Please tell Eunuch Qiu that Liu will resign today and return to his hometown!"