104. Lilac Rain Lane, sighing out modern and ancient articles
104, Lilac Rain Alley, sighing about modern and ancient articles
Nangong Yue excused herself from not feeling well and did not go to Zhen Shirui's place to learn piano these days. But Wu Jiaming was not idle either. Nangong Yue was not the only one he was eyeing. On the weekend, he went to Suzhou with a girl.
Pingjiang Road. He met this girl at a literary salon. Through some conversation, he aroused her interest. Today is the first time he made an appointment to go shopping.
This area of Pingjiang Road may not seem big, but small bridges, flowing water, and ancient alleys extend in all directions. The club where Cheng Tianle and Boss Wu had a banquet last time was in a nearby alley. I took a leisurely stroll here and looked at the ancient bridges with flower windows. Inadvertently,
It can make people feel deep and thoughtful in a moment. The literary and artistic young people talked about a few poems and songs, and found some interesting styles. This is also a good place to use the topic. The two of them did not visit the tourist shops along the main road of Pingjiang Road, but walked
Small alleys on both sides.
Go through Daliuzhi Lane, then turn back from the main road of Pingjiang Road, and enter Dingxiang Lane again. Cheng Tianle followed unhurriedly, keeping a distance so that Wu Jiaming couldn't see him when he turned around, but he could hear the sound.
During the conversation between the two, drizzle began to fall in the sky, which is very common in spring in Suzhou. Since he was pretending to be a literary young man, Wu Jiaming took advantage of the rain to become poetic again.
I just heard him say to the girl: "This alley is called Lilac Lane, which is very famous in the history of modern Chinese poetry. Walking here is like walking into a masterpiece of hazy poetry."
The girl was really able to pick up the conversation and said poetically: "Are you talking about "Rain Alley" by Dai Wangshu?"
Wu Jiaming opened his mouth and recited it: "Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Wandering in the long, long
A lonely rainy alley
I hope to meet
like a lilac
A sad girl
She has
lilac color
Fragrance like lilac
Sorrow like lilac
complaining in the rain
Sad and hesitant..."
Hearing his thoughts, coupled with the drizzle, the girl seemed to feel like a sad lilac in the rain. She couldn't help but take a deep breath and said: "What a sad mood, just in time for us to encounter this rain.
I remembered this poem. Could it be that "Rain Alley" written by Dai Wangshu is the Lilac Alley we are walking on now?"
Cheng Tianle listened behind and his teeth were sore, but Wu Jiaming continued to talk: "Maybe it is, maybe it is not. To experience the hazy artistic conception in the poem is to feel that this alley seems to be familiar at this moment." Li Jing of the Southern Tang Dynasty
The poem "The blue bird does not convey the message from the clouds, and the lilacs are empty and sad in the rain" also expresses the same sad beauty, but the sentences are much more concise.
The level of artistic expression of Chinese characters has reached its peak of perfection by the Tang and Song dynasties. Whether it is the beauty of rhyme or rhythm, the depth of artistic conception, the refinement of words, and the accuracy and expressiveness of expressions, the achievements of the poetry masters of that generation are today's
The so-called poets are far beyond the reach. The vernacular movement is a kind of progress, which promotes writing among the public, but many so-called modern poems are a huge irony and degeneration from the perspective of literary inheritance.
Having reached such a pinnacle of beauty, why bother to go back and pick up those unfamiliar whispers? The so-called modern poetry's artistic expression is far less appealing than traditional Chinese poetry. We can draw conclusions by comparing these two poems. Dai Wangshu lamented
I have written so many words, but I can't go beyond Li Jing's seven words - lilacs empty and melancholy in the rain. The word 'empty' completely outlines the artistic conception of 'sorrow', and the rest are redundant."
Wu Jiaming walked all the way and talked, and even Cheng Tianle behind him blinked. Cheng Tianle studied art, not literature, and didn't understand these tunes very well. But if he didn't already know the details of Wu Jiaming, I'm afraid he would also have a problem. I was somewhat impressed, and felt that what Wu Jiaming said seemed to make sense, but was a bit exaggerated, but I couldn't tell what the problem was.
Cheng Tianle couldn't help but secretly sigh in his heart. It's not easy to be a good liar. You have to do a lot of homework and preparations in advance. If you want to seduce literary young women, you come here to talk about ancient and modern poetry; but when you want to deceive Nangong girl, I have to go to the antique city to talk about identification and collection.
While talking, Dingxiang Lane has come to the end, and there is a cross alley called Cang Street. On the other side of Cang Street is the outer wall of Coupling Garden. There is a section of the outer wall of Coupling Garden that is sunken inward, which just gives way to a piece of land. It is a square stone floor. In the center of the stone floor is a double well. The circle of the well is engraved with the words "Shenxing Shuyi Well". There are railings around the stone floor.
Wu Jiaming took the girl to see the well again. The girl asked with great interest: "What do the words engraved on the circle of the well mean? What is a righteous well?"
Wu Jiaming and the girl explained the meaning of Uprising Wells, and introduced the ancient wells in Suzhou. Many of them are charity wells, and many of them can be found along Pingjiang Road. Cheng Tianle saw that the time was almost up, and walked quickly to the wells in the drizzle. side.
When people visit Pingjiang Road, they usually visit the main road that has been developed into a tourist and business district. There are not many tourists wandering into the alleys, and there is no one else here. It is drizzling, and the time is At around three o'clock in the afternoon, the residents living near Pingjiang Road did not stay outside their doors. This was exactly the secluded place the "rat" was looking for. He could talk calmly without being heard, but if he made a big noise, he would definitely be able to Alarmed many people.
Cheng Tianle walked straight over and shouted openly: "Wu Jiaming, I'm finally blocking you here. I have something to talk to you alone." When he spoke, he had already unfolded his consciousness, locking the other person's body tightly, even if If Wu Jiaming has any subtle abnormal reaction, such as just a tightening of a certain muscle, he will be keenly aware of it.
Wu Jiaming's expression changed, and he realized that he had met a person with cultivation power, but he still couldn't figure out the purpose and identity of the other person. He forced himself to smile calmly and said: "Brother, do you know me? It's really true. Sorry, I can't remember when I saw you."
Cheng Tianle didn't look at him, and said to the girl: "It's raining, and you didn't bring an umbrella. You'd better go home early. I have something to do with Mr. Wu. I'm sorry that he can't see you off today."
The girl looked at Wu Jiaming and said in surprise: "Teacher Zhao, who is this person? By calling you Mr. Wu like that, are you admitting the wrong person?"
Cheng Tianle smiled: "Wu Jiaming, you changed your name again and told people your surname was Zhao?" Then he said to the girl: "Miss, I didn't admit the wrong person, I'm afraid you did. It's none of your business. , it’s better to leave quickly, your ‘Teacher Zhao’ and I have something serious to talk about, about the unknown secrets in this world.”
The girl's expression changed a little, but she still looked at Wu Jiaming and said, "Teacher Zhao, do you want to call the police?"
Wu Jiaming didn't know whether it was raindrops or fine sweat on his forehead, but he seemed to suddenly remember something. He laughed and said: "Why call the police? I remembered! This is a friend who used to act in a drama with me. I am in the drama." The character's surname is Wu. Xiao Gong. We had a good chat today and had a great time shopping. But it's getting late and it's raining heavily. You should go home first. I happen to have something to do with this friend. Want to talk."
The girl left with some confusion and reluctance. Looking at her back disappearing into Lilac Lane, it really felt a bit like Dai Wangshu's song "Rain Lane", but she was missing an oil-paper umbrella. The drizzle was still falling, but the raindrops were inexplicable.
It flew around and no longer landed on Wu Jiaming and Cheng Tianle. The two of them were secretly operating their magic power, concentrating on alert and preparing for attack.
I have to admit that Wu Jiaming, a liar, has a very good psychological quality. He moved a little sideways and stood opposite the wellhead. He still smiled gently and said: "Sir, how do you know my name? You stopped me here specially.
, is there anything I can help you with?"
Cheng Tianle himself did not speak, but let "Mouse" speak. Before coming, they had discussed the division of labor and cooperation. "Mouse" would do the talking, and Cheng Tianle would do the hands-on work, so that he could focus more on responding to Wu Jiaming's every move. "Mouse" was a little bit
He said triumphantly: "Little demon cultivator, I have already figured out your identity. I will give you a rare opportunity to have a good chat with you today... Don't even think about running away!"
"Mouse" was talking, but Wu Jiaming looked modest and had no intention of moving at all, but he suddenly made a move. The raindrops flying around him instantly changed direction, condensing into a piece of needle-like mist droplets heading towards
Cheng Tianle fired a volley, mainly attacking his eyes. At the same time, Wu Jiaming leaned back, turned around and was already under the wall of the couple's garden, taking advantage of the situation to rise up from the ground.
Attacking Cheng Tianle was just a cover. People's eyes were suddenly threatened, and their consciousness was inevitably in a trance for a moment. Wu Jiaming wanted to take the opportunity to escape. It was not easy to openly fight in a place like this. He was called out by the other party and was shocked.
Extremely afraid.
Cheng Tianle didn't speak at all just now, just staring at Wu Jiaming. He had closed his eyes when the water mist came. The small mist droplets hit his face and felt a sting, but he was not hurt. Wu Jiaming had just raised his head against the wall.
I jumped up and saw a giant python sticking its head out from the wall, opening its mouth bloody and biting into the head.
This is Cheng Tianle's best mental attack at present. It instantly imprints the illusion into Wu Jiaming's soul. Wu Jiaming was startled and subconsciously ducked to the side without climbing over the wall. He saw the giant python in mid-air.
At that moment, he also felt a tightness in his waist, and a force pulled him down. When he landed, he felt his legs were cold. When he lowered his head, he saw that his trousers were gone. When he looked up again, he found that the trousers had somehow ended up in Cheng Tianle's hands.
Cheng Tianle's mastery of the art of controlling objects is not very deep, but he has become extremely skilled within the scope of his ability. He once pushed a small clod of earth and tripped an ant. It was just a prank on a whim, but
Later, I realized the mystery of it. If you can do it deliberately and trip an ant accurately, how exquisite will your control over spiritual objects be?