In the dojo.
Shen Xijun spoke softly, very elegantly.
"The moon shines in the empty garden and I mourn my old dreams; the red candle shines in the window and I think about it all night long."
Shen Xiyun walked with jade feet and recited poems while walking around. She exuded the aura of a literary and artistic beauty, which was even more fascinating.
"Okay, what a poem!"
“Although I don’t understand why it’s a good poem, it’s just that Senior Sister Shen is great!”
"Fuck, what a poem!"
Outside the dojo, many onlookers sighed.
Most of the disciples have little education.
There is only one classic line.
"This is a good work by the Saint. The moon should be the waning moon, and the waning moon fills the empty court, expressing the woman's loneliness in her boudoir." Elder Bai Yu savored it carefully.
"The red candle is swaying, looking at the moon in front of the window, the woman thinks of her sweetheart, and only has endless night of sorrow." Elder Qingshui slowly recited the poem, full of emotion, and tears flickered in the corners of his eyes. He was so deeply involved in the play.
"Wonderful! Wonderful!" Elder Bai Yu repeatedly praised.
"Are you a cat demon? Can't you comment seriously? It's just empty words." Elder Qingshui rolled his eyes, not interested in Elder Baiyu's level.
"I..." Elder Bai Yu was speechless for a moment.
"The flower path in the small garden is so quiet and deep, I only wish to know it with you in this life."
Shen Xiyun recited the next sentence.
Elder Bai Yu gave a thumbs up.
"In the garden, where the paths lead to secluded areas, women wander alone, spending long nights in solitude, expressing their inner emotions." Elder Bai Yu commented carefully, his eyes filled with admiration.
For Linglong Universe, whose poetry culture is not at a high level of development, a work of this level can already be regarded as a masterpiece.
You can even frame it for future generations to appreciate and pass on.
After all, the poems written by most of the so-called poets in Linglong Hall are just limericks, which cannot be put on the stage at all.
Shen Xijun at least knows how to use artistic conception, although the level is not high.
Ye Qing listened to Shen Xiyun's poems and felt that in fact, he was not only a porter of poems, but also understood some theories of poems.
In the Yanhuang universe, the poetry culture is developed and the research on theory is relatively thorough.
However, there are so many excellent poems that Ye Qing can carry, so why bother writing them himself.
"In this life, I only wish to know you. I can express my heart directly and express the sadness in a woman's heart, and achieve the purpose of sublimating the theme of the whole poem. How wonderful!" Elder Qingshui praised repeatedly.
Elder Bai Yu cursed, maybe you are also a cat.
Hearing this, Ye Qing rolled his eyelids.
The sublimation of the theme is nonsense.
It seems that the two elders of Wenyuan also have a very limited understanding of poetry.
The last sentence is just a straightforward expression of one's feelings, written to stick to the theme. It is too straightforward and loses the implicit beauty that poetry should have.
"Two seniors, please comment." Shen Xiyun smiled and looked at the two Wenyuan elders.
In fact, they have already finished the review and will give a score next.
With specific scores, let’s compare Shen Xiyun’s and Ye Qing’s works to see which one is better.
"Very good, I can give you 91 points." Elder Bai Yu smiled.
"I can give it 90 points. It is a top-notch work. After careful consideration, there is still room for improvement." Elder Qingshui's eyes were full of expectations.
Wenyuan's most outstanding disciple must be Shen Xijun.
A poem about boudoir resentment, which fully demonstrates the loneliness of a woman in deep boudoir.
"Holy girl, what is the name of this poem?" Elder Qingshui asked again.
"Let's call it Chang Ye Si." Shen Xijun tilted his head, thought for a moment, and then smiled.
"Well, the title is good. I'll have it framed later so that those ignorant people can take a good look at it." Elder Qingshui said seriously.
According to the rules of the literary garden, all works of poetry and poetry must be framed.
Works with higher ratings will be decorated with better materials and hung in a highly conspicuous position.
It is even qualified to be posted in every corner of Linglong Hall for people to watch.
Of course, most of the time, Wenyuan's outstanding poems are framed inside Wenyuan and rarely taken out.
If you take it out for the entire sect to appreciate, it must be at least a masterpiece that can be passed down through the ages.
"Our overall score is 90.5 points." Elder Qingshui said with a smile.
"Thank you, seniors." Shen Xijun nodded, with a little pride on his face.
However, her face was covered with gauze, and Ye Qing did not see her expression.
90.5 points, the evaluation is considered very high.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Ye Qing.
Of course, most of the disciples in Linglong Hall were expecting Ye Qing to make a fool of himself.
"Master Ye, do you have any inspiration?"
Shen Xijun smiled, looking forward to it in her heart.
Ye Qing nodded.
He doesn't need inspiration to write poetry, as long as there are no problems with his memory.
"The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees at night. Even more, stars fall like rain. BMWs and carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The sound of phoenix and flute moves, jade pots turn with light, and fish and dragons dance all night long."
Ye Qing did not carry the poem, but composed a poem.
Among the love-themed lyrics, this was the one that left a deep impression on Ye Qing.
Near the dojo, the originally noisy environment suddenly became quiet.
People's eyes widened and their breathing became rapid.
Ye Qing's poetry can only be described as shocking.
They never imagined that poetry could be like this.
There is obviously not much gorgeous language, but it is intoxicating to read, as if you have entered the world described in Ye Qing's poems.
It’s a lively and prosperous scene with fireworks, trees, flowers, and busy traffic.
"good good good good!"
Elder Bai Yu praised him repeatedly, and for a moment he didn't know how to evaluate it.
He also writes lyrics, but most of his lyrics can only be catchy and barely rhyme.
Creating an artistic conception is easier said than done.
"The sound of the phoenix flute and the light of the jade pot are spinning. It is a lively scene. The male and female protagonists of the poem meet in the sea of people."
Elder Qingshui gave a very high evaluation.
Now it's just Shangque, and it can reach such a level.
She was looking forward to Xiaque very much.
Shen Xijun was even more stunned on the spot, her whole body was trembling, and she felt as if there was an electric current, making her whole body numb.
Ye Qing's lyrics made her think a lot, and she was filled with admiration.
To be able to write such a masterpiece is truly a talented and charming man.
"Master Ye, what's down there!"
Shen Xiyun couldn't wait to urge.
"You ate me down there." Ye Qingxin said.
Under everyone's expectant gazes, Ye Qing slowly sang out Xieque.
"The moth is a golden wisp of snow and willow. His laughter is full of hidden fragrance. The crowd has searched for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, that person is there, in the dimly lit place."
There was silence.
Everyone held their breath and widened their eyes.
They had never heard such a masterpiece.
Shen Xijun's works can already be regarded as excellent.
And Ye Qing's works were completely beyond their understanding.
They cannot understand it, but it does not prevent them from enjoying it.
Ye Qing's lyrics are definitely famous works that will last forever.
In the entire Linglong Universe, there has never been such a shocking lyrics.
"When I suddenly looked back, I saw that person in a dimly lit place..."
Shen Xiyun murmured to himself, feeling that his mind went blank, and his beautiful eyes stared at Ye Qing, full of admiration.
Unfortunately, her face was covered with gauze, so Ye Qing didn't use his spiritual sense to detect her, so he couldn't see her little eyes.
"Ah this..."
Elder Bai Yu was inexplicably shocked and had no idea how to comment.
This is beyond his capabilities.
Elder Qingshui kept chanting it repeatedly, as if he was possessed by a man.
"After searching for him for thousands of times, it turns out that the beauty is right in front of me, in a dimly lit place, with clever words, meaningful meaning, perfect! It's simply a perfect lyric!"
Elder Qingshui took out a small notebook on the spot and wrote down Ye Qing's lyrics.
Such a masterpiece must be framed.
She even wanted to apply and post it throughout Linglong Hall for all the disciples to observe and learn.
Immortal Master Fuyao was also shocked.
She also has some interest in poetry, but her level is a little lower than Shen Xijun's. She just likes to appreciate poetry.
Ye Qing's lyrics shocked her.
"This son is not only talented in immortal martial arts, but also has unprecedented poetic attainments. He is simply an unparalleled genius. No wonder the Immortal King appreciates him so much." Immortal Master Fuyao thought to himself.
