Music is music, and it is integrated with dance.
Among the earliest six arts, what you need to learn are six ceremonial music and dances, "Yunmen Dajuan", "Xianchi", "Dashao", "Daxia", "Dayi" and "Dawu".
Over time, the content has become more enriched and perfected. Playing musical instruments, poetry, and songs all belong to the category of music.
Many people think that poems and songs belong to "books". In fact, these were originally used for singing. In layman's terms, they are lyrics, and naturally they belong to "music".
Yang Donglanglang said, "Sound is the body of music, and poetry is the heart of music. Several artists in the Six Arts may use 'poetry' to replace 'music'. It is because the ancients used poetry to combine music, and it is actually the orthodox tradition of 'music'. Today's test questions, So I replaced music with poetry."
After saying this, the other candidates didn’t have much thoughts. What scholar can’t write poetry?
But Zhao Mengguan was a little panicked. He thought that since Zhao Mengqi's antithetical couplets were so good, his poetry would certainly be good, so it would be difficult for him to win.
"Try to write a poem, with the Yangtze River as the theme, time limit, two quarters of an hour."
The four candidates frowned. There was no problem in writing poems, but the time limit was too short. How could they produce outstanding works in such a hurry?
Zhao Mengqi was naturally extremely relaxed. To him, it was just 'copying'.
The candidates had already begun to think, and Xiao Huangmen once again handed over pen and paper one by one.
On the other hand, Zhao Mengqi looked drowsy again.
"Your Highness, the ink has been polished and ready for use." Xiao Huangmen said flatteringly while placing various stationery.
"Oh, thank you." Zhao Mengqi opened his eyes and said casually.
Xiao Huangmen was flattered and said, "I don't dare to thank you as your highness. This is what a villain should do."
Zhao Mengqi smiled, waved away from the small yellow door, and took up the pen casually, without thinking, on the high-quality pond paper that had been spread out.
At this time, many ministers were paying attention to him. They were all shocked when they saw this move, but before they could express any more sighs, Zhao Mengqi had already put down his pen.
"Oh, I was scared to death. I thought that King Zhong had done something amazing again, and he could compose a poem in just a moment."
"Prince Zhong, I should just write a few words here and there to inspire some inspiration..."
"Let me tell you, Cao Zhi still needs seven steps to complete his poem."
"Perhaps King Zhong has already done it. He may know that he is not talented, so he just wrote a limerick to cope with it."
"This? I'm afraid it's hard to make a judgment. Prince Zhong has already impressed me many times today."
The officials began to discuss and buzz, and Uncle Xie Fang couldn't help but frown, "Be quiet, don't interfere with the trial selection!"
The four of them, who were quite troubled at first, let out a sigh of relief and continued to think hard.
But Zhao Mengqi was stunned for a while, feeling bored, so he folded the paper, lay on the desk and fell asleep again.
this! ?
Ding Daquan was about to impeach again, but Uncle Xie Fang glared at him and had to give up the idea. Wu Yan originally wanted to impeach him, but when he saw that Ding Daquan had hit a soft nail, he snickered in his heart.
Zhao Guanjia on the throne naturally saw Zhao Mengqi's old illness relapse, and was already a little numb. He vaguely felt that he could still surprise him, so he didn't bother to care.
Those officials, because they did not dare to speak out anymore, could only open their mouths in shock.
Time passed quietly in silence, it seemed a long time, and it seemed very fast, two quarters of an hour came.
"Stop writing! Hand in the paper!"
Zhao Mengxi hurriedly wrote the last word before handing the paper to Xiao Huangmen.
After the papers of the five people were put away, they were handed over directly to the Hanlin attendants for reading without being shown to the examiner.
"Zhao Mengxi's volume, words, Huanxisha·Kongchou,
After the chaos, I went to Gushan to explore Yu’s cave.
Xisai's sweet dreams and love come to an end.
We should be pitiful and rely on different returns.
Circumventing sorrow and increasing good fortune,
When I return home from my empty sorrow, I wear my towel with my hands,
Who knows that the river never leaves behind talents. "
After the attendant read the poem, Yang Dong was about to stand up to comment, but Ding Daquan said first, "Xie Xiang, you are a master of poetry, so it would be better for you to comment."
Ding Daquan obviously didn't want Yang Dong to secretly assist Zhao Mengqi again, but his reason was justified. Uncle Xie Fang was indeed pretty good at poetry. Of course, what was important was his identity.
Uncle Xie Fang pondered for a while, then looked at Yang Dong, "Yuanji, what do you think?"
You are obviously interested. Can I say no? Yang Dong had no choice but to say, "When it comes to poetry, Prime Minister Xie is better than countless subordinates, so he should give way to others."
"Then thank you Yuanji." After greeting Uncle Xie Fang, he walked to the attendant, took the paper, and read it carefully again. His attitude was quite rigorous.
"The words used in this song Huanxi Sha are simple. Although it seems immature and jerky, it is very rare to be able to compose it in such a short time at such a young age."
Uncle Xie Fang's words sounded like compliments, but the implication was that they tasted like chewing wax, which was slightly better than limericks.
In the subsequent rating, he also gave it a 'medium', and Dong Huai also gave it a 'medium', so Cheng Yuanfeng, who accepted death, gave it a 'low'.
Zhao Mengxi's face collapsed and he was extremely frustrated. He thought that he had already performed beyond his normal capabilities. If given more time, he could have polished it, but...
The imperial attendant began to recite the next poem, "Zhao Heyunjuan, Poppy,
Shaohua strives to be willing to live with others? It's already flowing.
The rogue west wind comes across the river, and when will it return after experiencing thousands of mountains and rivers?
Autumn leaves rustle and fall, don't ring the corner of the city!
The floating clouds obscure the moon, but who can pull the Yangtze River to wash away the sky? "
Many people among the officials were amazed at this thought.
Uncle Xie Fang showed a smile on his face and nodded slightly, "This poppy song is very good. Autumn is sad, but I don't know where the sadness comes from. So I blame the west wind, fear the horns, and hate the floating clouds covering the moon. In short, they are all Indescribable melancholy. This poem vividly captures the sadness of autumn on the page. It is truly an excellent work, especially for such a short period of time, which is even more rare. Very good!"
Such praise was due to his support for Zhao Heyun, but his lyrics were indeed very good, and officials all recognized him as such.
Even Zhao Mengqi couldn't help but look at Zhao Heyun twice. Although he could only copy poems, he still had the ability to appreciate them.
Zhao Mengguan secretly made a comparison with himself, and began to feel angry. He did not expect that there would be Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in this competition, and no one was easy.
Soon, the rating came out, Mikami!
Zhao Heyun couldn't hide his joy. Today he finally encountered what he was best at, and he finally came forward for once.
The Imperial Attendant cleared his throat and said, "Zhao Mengqi's scroll, poem, rivers and mountains blocking the wind,
I woke up bored and leaned against the steering tower, looking at the road to the west of Qutang.
The huge waves of the Yangtze River make people cry, and the west wind blows away all the heads overnight. "
Huh! This poem is great!
The officials were surprised again. They did not expect that there would be two talented men among the clan members.
Uncle Xie Fang was also full of surprise and joy. He knew Zhao Heyun to some extent before, but Zhao Mengqi was an unknown person before.
"The language of this poem is wonderful, the metaphor is fresh, euphemistic and implicit. It embodies emotions in the scenery and blends the scenes. The images of the long road, the tears of the people, the huge waves, the west wind, and the white heads exaggerate the desolate and sad atmosphere, as well as the feeling of longing. If not You are still a young man, and there is even a sense of world-weariness in some of your delusional poems. Haha, young people need to be high-spirited."
This detailed comment and sincere teaching made Zhao Menghao feel grateful, and he bowed and saluted, "I am a late-born boy, thank you for your guidance."
Rating, Mikami!
