One stone stirs up a thousand waves.
On the second day, at the early summer gathering in the west of the city, the song "Drinking" shocked the entire audience.
The poem spread quickly, sweeping across Chang'an in just half a day.
The spread was so fast that it surpassed "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" at the Mid-Autumn Festival Lantern Festival the previous year.
The hut is in a human environment, without the noise of carriages and horses.
I ask you, what can you do? The mind is far away from itself.
Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain.
The mountain air is getting better day by day and the birds are flying back and forth.
There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.
Xiaocui liked the gossip in Chang'an the most, and the Prince Consort was the first to get the poem manuscript.
Then the message was immediately sent back to the mansion, and the excitement reached Bai Song.
Seeing the poem, Bai Song smiled, saying nothing.
"Uncle, uncle! Something bad is going to happen, something is going to go wrong!"
Xiaocui was not shocked by this poem, but worried.
Seeing that Xiao Nizi was so anxious that she was sweating all over, Bai Song was a little curious and asked, "What's wrong? You were so surprised. Is there a monster trying to catch you?"
"No, no..." Xiao Cui shook her head one after another, "This poem is incredible."
"The literary world of the Tang Dynasty has been silent for a long time. Wouldn't it be a beautiful thing if a good poem comes out?"
"How can there be any good things? People say that this is the only good poem in recent years that can compare with my uncle's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", and it is a masterpiece that will be famous forever. From now on, my uncle has a rival! My uncle , are you not worried or nervous at all?"
"Why should I be nervous?" Bai Song asked curiously.
Xiaocui was so anxious that she stamped her feet: "Oh, why is my uncle so stupid? Now he is no longer the most talented person in the Tang Dynasty!"
Xiaocui chirped to attract the attention of other women.
Xiang'er, Princess, and Sang Sang were chatting with each other, and came over when they saw Xiao Cui making a noise.
Xiang'er asked: "Ms. sir, don't spoil this girl too much. No matter how big or small she is, she will contradict the master all the time."
The princess didn't care about Xiaocui, looked at the manuscript in Bai Song's hand, and asked in a low voice: "Husband, what is written on it?"
Bai Song passed the poem manuscript to the three women. The three women read it together and couldn't help covering their mouths in surprise.
"What a poem! Who wrote it?" asked the princess.
After saying that, he looked at Bai Song suspiciously.
When they first read this work, the three women subconsciously thought that it was written by their men, because they all felt that only their men could write such a good work.
Xiaocui quickly said: "This is not written by my uncle, but by my uncle's classmate, whose name seems to be Yu Ji."
"It's actually him?"
The princess was also a little surprised.
They had heard the name Yu Ji, but they had never seen him in person.
The princess knew more about Yu Ji, because Yu Ji was the grandson of Yu Shinan and was somewhat famous.
But this person has more reputation than actual knowledge. He has some talents, but he has never heard of any extraordinary works.
Unexpectedly, today I suddenly wrote a song called "Drinking" which shocked people.
Xiaocui was really worried about her uncle's reputation and stamped her feet angrily: "Look, let's see, everyone agrees that my uncle's reputation as the number one can't be kept! Uncle, please write a song quickly and don't let others steal my uncle's limelight. .”
Everyone laughed when they heard Xiao Cui's words.
Xiang'er grabbed Xiaocui's braid and slapped her: "Why are you yelling? Everyone, big or small, can go to one side."
The princess also smiled and said: "Xiao Cui, do you really think that your uncle is a poet descended to earth, and you can write a poem with just one sentence? This song "Drinking" must be the result of Yu Ji's many years of pondering. Such an effect is also due to his ability, but it also requires several years of accumulation."
"What should I do?"
"Okay!" Bai Song said with a smile, "It's just a false reputation. Whoever wants to fight for it can fight for it."
"Oh..." Xiaocui nodded, but was very frustrated.
"What's so exciting?"
Bai Rou also heard the news and came over.
Xiang'er replied: "A rare masterpiece has appeared in the market. Now the literati in Chang'an City regard this work as your brother's only rival."
"Is there such a strange thing?" Bai Rou also took the poem manuscript and read it over.
“The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth.
There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.
Why is this poem so old-fashioned? Was it made by a young prince? I don’t see it like that…”
A problem occurred.
The artistic conception of drinking is completely inconsistent with Yu Ji's age and experience.
Even Bai Rou can see the problem, and I believe all the literati in the city can see it.
Bai Song also saw the entire loophole at a glance.
But Bai Song had to admire Yu Ji's brilliance.
This collection of poems is a collection of ancient poems from the Tang Dynasty and Song Dynasty compiled by the Bai Song Dynasty based on memory and space exchange.
A total of five to six hundred works.
Yu Ji chose "Drinking" for his first song, which seemed inconsistent with his identity and experience, but in fact it was the song that best suited his personality.
Because Yu Ji's grandfather is Yu Shinan.
Yu Shinan had just retired and returned to his hometown, leaving his grandson and granddaughter to seek official careers in Chang'an City.
For half a year, Yu Ji has been struggling to find a way out, and so far there is no job.
In this context, Yu Ji wrote "Drinking", using the tone of Yu Shinan and Yu Lao.
The original work is about seclusion and detachment, the opening of the mind, and reconciliation with oneself.
Yu Ji didn't stick to a word, but based on his own experience, what he wrote became a kind of irony. He wrote about his grandfather's life after he retired and returned to his hometown, and satirized himself for being unable to learn how to serve the country.
From the perspective of artistic conception, Yu Ji has surpassed the original work.
Make some originals yourself.
Yu Ji writes about others.
From the perspective of artistic creation.
It's easy to write yourself.
Writing about other people is difficult.
But writing about others is a far more advanced creative method than writing about oneself.
People without real ability will never be able to write about such feelings.
From the first poem selection, Bai Song saw that Yu Ji was a genius.
Looking at the millennium, he selected a piece that suited him best.
No one doubted the relationship between his age and his works.
People who think about this level will only admire Yu Ji's ability even more.
"Drinking" comes out.
Yu Ji was completely on fire.
Although he was only at a small garden party, the only people he interacted with were some unknown students.
But the poem soon spread throughout Chang'an.
The news reached the palace in the afternoon.
Li Shimin read the poem.
There was a rumor in the palace that the emperor learned that this work was written by Yu Shinan's grandson Yu Ji. After a long silence, he shed tears.
He murmured to himself: "Am I too harsh on the Yu family?"
Chang'an had been peaceful for too long, and finally another shocking song appeared.
Its appearance even overshadowed "A Dream of Red Mansions".
The beauty of Dream of Red Mansions is a vast and boundless painting. Every corner and every brushstroke is like a cool spring water, sweet, quiet, gentle and gentle.
The beauty of drinking is a flash of surprise in the painting. This is the only place where I can admire myself alone. A few short sentences but turned into a strong drink, choppy, strong and hot.
The literati in Chang'an preferred "Drinking".
Literati have long been looking forward to such a song "Drinking".
Because the world's literati have been bitter about the Song Dynasty for a long time!
The fate of a poor family is unparalleled in poetry. The nobles in the world have no glory, and the poor families in the world have no glory.
Every poem and line of the Bai Song Dynasty was like a stuck in the throat of the literati in Chang'an City.
No one can climb the mountains built by the Bai Song Dynasty. The world needs the emergence of a son of the gentry!
A poem written by a son of a noble family breaks the existing monopoly.
Lu Yao's judgment was precise, and he captured the atmosphere of today's literary world.
So he would try his best to recommend Yu Ji to the stage.
He knew that as long as it was Yu Ji's work, no matter what it was written, a seven-point score could be praised to a ten-point score, and a ten-point score could be praised to a twelve-point score.
What else can this kind of chosen one with his own BUFF do if he doesn't become a literary saint?
The song "Drinking" received over 10,000 comments a day, and all the literati wrote tens of thousands of words of analysis, gathering the experiences of Yu Ji and Yu Shinan, and writing various versions of the story with added details.
The stories in every edition are tear-jerking and heart-breaking.
The whole day, everyone was stacking buffs for Yu Ji, and the purpose was very simple, that is, they wanted to prove it from all angles and dimensions.
Drinking goes beyond water tunes.
Yu Ji didn't expect this.
He was even a little worried. He was worried that public opinion would make Bai Song feel unhappy.
He chose this poem without any intention of criticizing it.
But no one can refuse false fame and honor.
Yu Ji never thought that one day he would be so widely discussed and praised by people all over the world.
He was a little dazed, a little flattered, but there was also an extra level of enjoyment in his heart.
As the person closest to Yu Ji, Yu Qingqing had completely different senses from everyone else in the world when she saw the song "Drinking".
She didn't know why, but she always felt that this poem was not written by her brother.
She knew that Bai Song came last night and her brother suddenly changed his mind about leaving.
She also heard her brother shouting loudly at night, saying that he wanted to surpass the water tune singer.
Then there was drinking the next day.
Judging from the artistic conception of the poem, Yu Qingqing also feels that she agrees with her brother's character very much, and even understands the source of her brother's recent depression.
My brother is the one who echoes this poem.
Despite this, Yu Qingqing still felt weird, and she subconsciously thought of Bai Song.
She couldn't find any reason or evidence that Bai Song did it, but she believed in her intuition more.
Yu Qingqing had doubts, but she would not tell anyone her doubts.
And in the Hou Mansion.
Miss Hou got the manuscript of the next volume "Dream of Red Mansions".
But in front of the manuscript, there is a piece of paper with "Drinking" written on it.
This was what she had just gotten, and she casually asked Lu Yao next to her: "Have you ever seen this song "Drinking"?"
"Huh? What about drinking?"
"you do not know?"
Miss Hou handed the poem over curiously.
Lu Yao's eyes lit up after a brief look: "This, this, this...who did this?"
"Yu Ji, Yu Shinan's grandson, is a student of Yongxing College. You don't know him, right?"
When Lu Yao heard this, he immediately laughed. Just like Bai Song, he kept everything silent.
Miss Hou recited in a low voice: "Slender clouds make tricks, flying stars spread hatred, and silver men are far away in darkness.
Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't help but look at the Magpie Bridge on the way home.
If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?
In the Bai Song Dynasty, there was a water tune singer, Yu Ji had a drinker, and so did Lu Yao... The three of you each have talents in the world. You are worthy of being from the same family and with the same roots. The little girl has accepted it today. "
