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 misty and gloomy,
A few people are sad.
Sitting alone in the street listening to the rain at night,
No one shares the golden bottle.
I can't speak but can't leave my lips,
Tears fell and my soul was 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 they were too hurt and that they used too much force. But in a hurry, he was very clever.
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 well at first, but after hearing these words, he actually felt a little lost.
Sitting alone in the sky street listening to the rain at night, no one shares the golden cup. This scene, this yearning, 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 get caught up in this emotion because it wouldn't help. So he planned to fight quickly and beat the opponent to pieces with the force of thunder. 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 tone it down.
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 will make the fragrance of tea splash away,
At that time, it was just commonplace. "
Xiao Feng is the king of poetry as soon as he takes action. After Song Ci, Nalan Rongruo ranks first among all poets in the world. To use his words, he just wanted to solve the problem quickly and avoid trouble.
No one had any objections, and no one was 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 night rain is desolate, but it can make you cry and break your soul.
At that time, it was just 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 cupped his hands at Xiao Feng: "Sir, if students write lyrics for "Wulingchun", adults should also write lyrics using the same style, so that they can be compared with each other.
The adults use other word cards to compete with the students' words, just like Guan Gong fighting Qin Qiong. It is difficult to distinguish the winner. 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
, and even the scholars who were Jiangnan scholars felt that Gao Xiucai was too embarrassing for Jiangnan scholars.
But Gao Xiucai was promoted by them, and there is no way to pull him down now. 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 can be 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 my 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 will never forget it. How many times in the middle of the night did he dream about the faces of his wife and daughter? After waking up, he grabbed a pen and paper, hoping to draw the quickly fading faces.
But there was nothing he could do, he couldn't draw. Moreover, the face in the dream is so vivid that it seems to be right in front of you. As soon as you wake up, no matter how hard you grab it, it is like grabbing a cigarette floating in the air. The harder you try, the faster it floats away.
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.
"I still vaguely dream of Hongyunxiu,
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 the dream would be easy to wake up from.
There was a faint cry from the back hall, feeble.
"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 was anxious, why did he give up now? Didn't you have a strong temperament just now? It's really a dead dog that can't hold up the wall!
He can only place his hope on the remaining two people. You two should at least have something difficult.
He's just relying on two lines of poetry to become a beauty, but you still have to compare poetry with him. Isn't this 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 the piano, and some played the flute. 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. With a plan in mind - please be careful not to drive here - 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, it became much more proficient the second time.
The short scholar has a clear voice, and the music he composes is light and lively, making people forget the vulgar world. Xiao Feng nodded slightly. This talent can be called the Ming Dynasty version of Liu Yong. It seems that the popularity of Yuan music is not unreasonable.
After the short scholar finished his song, the audience burst into thunderous applause, which was much more powerful than when the tall scholar wrote his poem. This is not because his Yuan opera is so much higher than Gao Xiucai's poetry, 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 it is just empty talk and not satisfying at all. But this Yuan song is different. It has lyrics and music, and the people like us love to hear it!
Therefore, since ancient times, those who learn to recite cannot do as well 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 guest role as the male protagonist. Can the heroine not cooperate as much as possible? If nothing else, the scream must be louder than usual!
Xiao Feng doesn't have that home field advantage today. If he wants to beat me, he has to show his true ability! If you want to rely on others to praise you, there is no way! the eyes of the masses
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, but you will not be able to sing!
Zhao Wenhua saw Xiao Feng closing his eyes slightly and thinking silently, thinking that Xiao Feng was finally dead. 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 some Tsingtao white beer!
Brother Xiao, what song do you want to sing? Let me order one for you first. Ah, yes, you see I am confused. This boss will order it first. Which song should the boss order? "
There are so many bosses, so many mommies, so many KTVs, and the final scenes are all surprisingly consistent. Xiao Feng opened his eyes: "It's done."
Um? What's better? 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 violinist who was the leader 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, like a golden light suddenly piercing out of the dark clouds in the sky, scattering on the rough 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, like the universe of all things standing slowly between the originally empty heaven and earth. 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, fame and wealth, these things are nothing. ah!
"The mountains and rivers are smiling, the misty rain is far away,
The waves wash away all the beauties in this mortal world.
The breeze laughs, causing loneliness,
There is still a night photo left of the pride. "
When everyone was immersed in this heroic singing that they had never heard before, the singing slowed down, but became more transparent and freer. It's like bringing 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 percent. But when it came to the choice of song, it was 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 most heroic spirit that can give people a smile and point 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 instruments in their arms, 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 so 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 still be able to have sex for free in the future. But he still maintained his grace than the taller scholar.
"My master's attainments in music and lyrics far exceed those of my students. The students are willing to be inferior to me. If you have some spare time, please give me some pointers."
After saying the scene, 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 is smiling, 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, it seems that he also feels that it is a bit unrealistic to expect this person to defeat Xiao Feng in one fell swoop.
But this person didn't panic. He slowly raised his fists, and his whole aura suddenly changed.
It felt like he was originally hiding behind the minions in the hidden level, but now when both minions were defeated, the true face of the BOSS was suddenly revealed.
"You, sir, are all masters of poems, 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 show off their shame in this regard.
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? "
