Gao Xiucai started the pace again, but this time there were no people to count, because he knew that his inspiration would not burst out within seven steps, and it was just pretending.
After walking dozens of steps, Gao Xiucai stopped. The look on his face was obviously more confident than last time.
"Students should use a piece of "Wulingchun" to express their longing for their lover.
The wind destroys the willow leaves like dust,
The moonlight is near dusk.
The night is foggy and gloomy,
There are a few people who are sad.
Sitting alone in the street listening to the rain at night,
No one shares the golden cup.
I want to say something but can't stop it from leaving my lips,
Tears fall and my soul is broken."
All the officials in the hall came from the imperial examination and were familiar with poetry and songs. After listening to Gao Xiucai's poem, they all felt that he was too hurt and had used too much force. However, in his haste, he was quick to think.
Although it is not a good work, it still sticks to the theme. It can indeed be interpreted as missing a lover, and this lover should still like to drink.
The phrase "No one shares the golden cup", once drinking with a red candle, but now drinking alone for a long night, alone, really expresses the endless desolation.
Xiao Feng was not feeling very well at first, but after hearing these words, he actually felt a little lost in thought.
Sitting alone in the street listening to the night rain, no one shared the golden cup. This scene, this longing, was so similar to when he stood alone in the middle of the yard on New Year's Eve, drinking cold wine?
He didn't want to fall into this kind of emotion, because it wouldn't help. So he planned to make a quick decision and beat the opponent with thunderous force. There were two more difficult ones waiting for him later!
"I'll give you a copy of "Huanxisha". Your poems are too sad. Everything is too much, so it's better to be lighter.
Who thinks of the west wind and is left alone to cool down?
Xiao
Xiao Huang leaves close the window,
Meditate on the past and set the setting sun.
Don’t be frightened by wine and fall asleep heavily.
Betting on books makes the fragrance of tea splash away,
At that time, I just thought it was ordinary.”
Xiao Feng is Wang Zha as soon as he makes a move. After the Song Dynasty, among all the poets in the world, Nalan Rongruo is probably the first. When using his words, he wants to solve the problem quickly and avoid trouble.
No one has any objections, and no one is even in the mood to raise any objections. Anyone who knows a few words can tell that these two poems are not on the same level at all, and the judgment is meaningless.
What kind of magical words are these? It was commonplace at that time. Is there anything more heart-wrenching than this sentence?
Sitting alone on the street listening to the rain at night is desolate, but it can make you shed tears and break your soul.
At that time, I thought it was ordinary, as light as clear water, but it was so blocked that people couldn't breathe, couldn't shed tears, and couldn't break their souls.
This Que poem itself is just like this sentence. When I read it, I just feel ordinary. But when I think about it suddenly, I can't help but want to cry, but there are no tears.
Gao Xiucai was desperate today, and seeing Zhao Wenhua's disgusted and disappointed look on his face, he knew that there was no chance of counting on Zhao Wenhua's care and promotion.
In anger, he threw his hands at Xiao Feng and said, "Sir, if students write lyrics for "Wulingchun", adults should also write lyrics using the same style, so that they can compare with each other.
The adults used other word cards to compete with the students' words, just like Guan Gong fighting Qin Qiong. It's hard to tell the difference. How about this game being a draw?"
Everyone was stunned, even Zhao Wenhua opened his mouth, and couldn't help but look at Gao Xiucai with admiration.
I originally thought I was shameless enough, but I never thought there was someone more shameless than me. Who trained this talented person?
The audience booed
, together with the scholars who were Jiangnan scholars, all felt that Gao Xiucai was too humiliating to the Jiangnan scholars.
But Gao Xiucai was promoted by them, and now there is no way to pull him down. Wouldn’t that be even more of a slap in the face?
Xiao Feng looked at Gao Xiucai coldly: "You mean, I have to write a poem using "Wulingchun" before you are convinced, right?"
Gao Xiucai gritted his teeth and looked at Zhao Wenhua. Zhao Wenhua gave him a warm and encouraging look, telling him not to be afraid, if you go with Xiao Feng, I will protect you!
"Return to your lord, students are bold, that's exactly what it is! If your lord is unwilling to teach me, then how about it counts as a draw?"
Xiao Feng took a deep breath. The past life was like smoke and clouds. As time passed, it became increasingly faint in his mind. He didn't even have a photo on his body to help him retain that memory.
But in his heart, he would never forget it. How many times in the middle of the night he dreamed back and saw the faces of his wife and daughter. After waking up, he grabbed a pen and paper, hoping to draw the quickly fading faces.
But he can't do anything, he can't draw. Moreover, the face in the dream is so lifelike that it seems to be right in front of him. As soon as he wakes up, no matter how hard he grabs it, it's like grabbing a cigarette floating in the air. The harder he tries, the more it floats away. quick.
In the end, he was left alone, sitting blankly in front of the table, the ink on the pen in his hand had dried up, and the paper in front of him was empty.
"Have a vague old dream of red cloud sleeves,
The Luo River is filled with light boats.
The cool breeze and bright moon are always our guests,
The beautiful woman hides her face in shame.
The young man on Willow Bank is still intoxicated,
The night dew is light and transparent.
A trace of lovesickness and a trace of sorrow,
Before a person wakes up, his head is already gray.”
Xiao Feng's voice was very slow, as if he was speaking to someone hundreds of years later, for fear that the other party would hear him.
Unclear;
Xiao Feng's voice was very soft, as soft as talking to a wisp of smoke. He was afraid that if his voice was louder, the wisp of smoke would disperse.
Xiao Feng's voice was slightly blurry, like a person talking to himself while having a rare sweet dream, for fear that he would be easily awakened from the sweet dream.
There was a faint sound of crying coming from the back hall, feebly.
"Princess, why are you crying again? Your eyes are still swollen..."
"I don't know either. After hearing this nonsense, I feel uncomfortable..."
The tall scholar turned pale, bowed deeply to Xiao Feng, turned around and left, regardless of the fact that the other two comrades were still looking at him stupidly.
Zhao Wenhua is anxious, why do you give up now? Didn't you have a strong temperament just now? It's really a dead dog that can't help the wall!
He can only place his hope on the remaining two people. You two should try something difficult.
He's just relying on two lines of poetry to become a beauty, but if you have to compete with him in poetry, isn't it like going into a hut with a lantern - looking for death?
Just like responding to Zhao Wenhua's expectations, someone in the hall shouted: "Brother Ai, the band you want is here!"
The short scholar shouted: "Sir, if this is the case, let the students be so arrogant. Everyone, bring your instruments!"
Someone opened a passage behind the onlookers, and sure enough, four or five women came out and sat down in the hall. Some played pipa, some played piano, and some played flutes. It was like a small but complete orchestra.
During the time when Gao Xiucai and Xiao Feng were competing, the short scholar had already prepared his draft, and now he had a plan in mind - please be careful not to drive here - and he immediately showed off his singing voice.
Those flower boat girls are masters who have been immersed in this way for many years. As long as they communicate with each other in advance, they will be able to
The singer's voice can naturally follow the soundtrack. Although it was a bit messy the first time, I became much more proficient the second time.
The short scholar has a clear voice, and the music he composes is light and lively, which makes people forget the vulgarity. Xiao Feng nodded slightly. This talent can be called the Ming Dynasty version of Liu Yong. It seems that Yuan opera was popular for a while, and it is not unreasonable.
After the short scholar finished his song, the audience burst into applause, which was much better than when Gao Xiucai sang his poems just now. This is not because his Yuan opera is so much better than Gao Xiucai's poems, but because of the level of the audience.
There are many ordinary people in the audience. When they listen to Tang poetry and Song lyrics, they always feel that they are just empty talk and not satisfying at all. But this Yuan opera is different. It has lyrics and music, and the common people like it!
Therefore, since ancient times, those who learn to recite are not as good as those who learn to sing. This is the reason. It is very difficult to speak better than to sing!
Now the pressure is on Xiao Feng. Although he has sung a song "Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger" in the capital, Chaozi is confident today that his song is definitely better than Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger!
Xiao Feng's song is sung all over the world, mainly because it takes advantage of his status.
He wrote songs about the army, and the army just lacked songs about fighting and fighting. Plus Hu Zongxian, Qi Jiguang, and Yu Dayou were all in the army. How could this song not be popular?
This is like the boss of an entertainment company who suddenly wants to play a male protagonist in a guest role. Can the heroine not cooperate as much as possible? If nothing else, the scream will definitely be louder than usual!
Xiao Feng doesn’t have that home field advantage today. If you want to defeat me, you have to show your true ability! If you want to rely on others to praise you, there’s no way! The eyes of the crowd
It's sharp!
The crowd was really staring with bright eyes at this time, waiting for Xiao Feng's response.
Yuan opera is not as simple as poetry. Even if you have great literary talents, you still need to understand music, otherwise you will only be a reciter and not a singer!
Zhao Wenhua saw Xiao Feng closing his eyes slightly and thinking silently, thinking that Xiao Feng was finally on his deathbed. He did not dare to ridicule Xiao Feng directly, but kept praising the short scholar for his unique combination of lyrics and music, which would be spread all over the world.
In fact, Xiao Feng was not afraid. His deep thinking was because he was recalling the second scene after drinking with a client in his future life.
Entering the KTV, Mommy came up to her, shaking the thinnest and thickest parts of her body at the same time like a Yan Niang, her voice sounding like four plus signs.
"Oh, Brother Xiao is here, who is this boss? Hongxia, Hongyu, you two help the two bosses order songs!
Oops, take this beer out, it's all a scam, it's just like tap water, go get the two bosses a Tsingtao white beer!
Brother Xiao, what song do you want to sing, let me order one for you first, ah, yes, yes, you see I am confused, this boss will order it first, which song should the boss order?"
There were so many bosses, so many mommies, so many KTVs, and the final scenes were all surprisingly consistent. Xiao Feng opened his eyes: "It's ready."
Huh? What's the point? Everyone looked at Xiao Feng in confusion, wondering what he meant when he suddenly said such a sentence without any clue.
Xiao Feng stood up slowly, walked to the band composed of several girls, and hummed the melody softly to them to let them feel it.
After listening to the melody, the leading violinist among the girls fiddled with the piano a few times in surprise and looked up.
Look at Xiao Feng.
"Sir, this piece of music actually uses the five ancient sounds of 'Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, and Yu'. Later, there were no consonants in the music. Is this an ancient piece?"
Xiao Feng smiled faintly: "It's not an ancient song, can it be played?"
Several women nodded in unison, and the piano player swept his hand, and a sound of the piano sounded like a golden horse and a big wave crashing into the sand, mixed with the sound of the pipa like big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate.
When the sound of the piano is extremely high, it suddenly falls suddenly. Amidst the dull sound of the piano, a flute sound rises from the ground, like a sharp arrow, piercing the feeling of depression. It is like a golden light suddenly piercing out of the dark clouds in the sky, scattering on the turbulent waves. on the sea.
Just when the sound of the Xiao and the piano turned from high to low again, and seemed to have exhausted the power of heaven and earth, a high-pitched, tragic song, full of vicissitudes and loneliness, sounded, just like the originally empty sky and earth, slowly standing up among all things. spirit.
"A laugh from the sea surges across the Taiwan Strait
Ups and downs follow the waves, only remembering the present.
The sky laughs, and the world is flooded with tides,
God knows who will lose and who will win."
After that, that person rode a fast horse between the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers, and ran towards us, with a glow and pride all over his body. People couldn't help but feel: beauty in the country, fame and wealth, these things are nothing. ah!
"The country smiles, the misty rain is far away,
The waves wash away all the beauties in this mortal world.
The breeze laughs, causing loneliness,
There is only one evening photo left of the pride."
When everyone was immersed in this heroic song that they had never heard before, the song slowed down, but became more transparent and freer. It was like an end to all the helplessness in the world.
"The common people laugh, no longer lonely,
The pride is still smiling foolishly."
There is no
To know whether the rumors are true or false, before 2000, someone conducted a survey in the Chinese-speaking world, and the survey topic was as follows.
If you were stranded on a desert island and could only spend the rest of your life alone on the island, you could bring a kind of food, a book, and an MP3 with only one song. What kind of things would you choose?
The answers to food and books varied widely, and almost none of them accounted for more than 30%. But for the song option, they were surprisingly consistent, with 70% of people choosing the same song.
That is "A Laugh in the Sea". Maybe this song is not perfect, but it is the one that can best give people the heroic spirit of smiling and pointing to the sky when they are lonely and lonely.
The five women stood up, their beautiful eyes flashing, bowed deeply to Xiao Feng with infinite nostalgia, turned around and left with their musical instruments in hand, walking in a hurry, as if they were afraid that they would be delayed too long on the road and forget the music.
If nothing goes wrong, in three days' time, this song will become the most popular karaoke song on the Qinhuai River, because it is really suitable for half-drunk guests to show off.
The short scholar had a bitter look on his face, knowing that his status as a VIP on the Qinhuai River Flower Boat might not be guaranteed, and he didn't know if he would be able to have sex for free in the future. But he still maintained his grace than the taller scholar.
"The master's attainments in music and lyrics far exceed those of the students. The students are willing to be inferior. If you have some spare time, please give some advice to the students."
After finishing his speech, he bowed his head to the ground, turned around and left. I don't know how far he had gone when suddenly a clear and high-pitched singing voice came.
"The sky laughs, there are tides in the world, God knows who will lose and who will win..."
Zhao Wenhua had already lost his
Vigor, sitting blankly in his seat, looking at the single seedling left in the lobby, seemed to feel that it was unrealistic to expect this person to defeat Xiao Feng in one fell swoop.
But this person did not panic. He slowly raised his fists and his whole aura suddenly changed.
It felt like he was originally hiding behind the minions in a hidden level, but now when both minions were defeated, the true face of the BOSS was suddenly revealed.
"You, sir, are all excellent in poetry, lyrics, and songs, and you know all the Taoism and military arts. Your world view is infinitely mysterious. God treats you so kindly. Students should not make a fool of themselves in this way.
Your Excellency, before, always asked me to choose the way that I am best at. Today, I will choose the way that Your Excellency is best at.
Sir, how about you and I having a handwriting test?"