Under the spotlight.
Lin Yi climbed up the Yueyang Tower and looked at the scenery outside the building out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but become inspired by poetry.
'Forbearance, the finale will come later! '
Lin Yi suppressed the urge in his heart to sing poems suitable for the occasion and walked to Miss Ningxiang's side.
at this time.
Miss Ningxiang's maid had already prepared paper, ink, pen and inkstone.
Even Miss Ningxiang was rubbing ink with her bare hands, and her profile was as if it were carved by heaven. Even if it was covered by a veil, Lin Yi felt astonished.
"Thank you for your help, Miss Ningxiang!"
Lin Yi nodded towards Miss Ningxiang and started writing:
"When the play changes, the sleeves rise and fall; singing joys and sorrows, separation and separation has nothing to do with me."
"The fans open and close, the gongs and drums sound and then fall silent; love is in the play and outsiders, who is to say..."
Lin also likes ancient songs. Whenever he hears such an ancient song, he will memorize the lyrics.
Get to know the creation story behind it.
At this time, when Lin Yi wrote these lyrics, his thoughts seemed to go back to the time in his previous life when war was raging and the people were in dire straits.
An actor, on a square stage, with soft sleeves and a graceful Kunqu opera.
However, the family and country are shattered, and the mountains and rivers are in ruins. Who can be spared?
I am humble and dare not forget about my country. They all say that actors are ruthless. How could I know that actors also have intentions?
The reason why Lin Yi chose this poem was because the song by Miss Ningxiang was so similar to this song "Chi Ling".
It's like two time and space. They are both actors and have experienced the hardships of a tragic period.
This is how a song like this was born.
Inside and outside Yueyang Tower, countless eyes fell on Lin Yi. No one spoke, just because... he was Lin Jieyuan.
A great talent who astonished the entire capital with his Mingfu handed down articles in the provincial examination.
The appearance of a young man, the talent of a great Confucian!
This is a world that values talent and strength, and Lin is worthy of their respect.
"Your Majesty's seriousness, let him do whatever he wants..." Lin Yunhong felt happy and looked forward to what Lin Yi would say for Miss Ningxiang.
Girl Ningxiang's life experience was miserable. She was originally from a family of opera in the north, but she was killed by a monster.
Originally, the queen wanted to take her with her, but she stubbornly wanted to fulfill her father's legacy and continue to pass on the Kun family's twists and turns.
At that time, the Imperial City Jiaofang Division had been closed down, so she was placed in Hongxiufang as a shepherd.
And she did not disappoint, step by step she has become a famous figure in the capital today.
But an actor is an actor after all...
"I wonder what the emperor's nephew will say?" Prince Teng looked expectant.
Lin Yunhong smiled slightly.
for a long time.
Lin Yi wrote and dried the ink on it, feeling a little confused: "No talent? Is it possible that the poems of ancient sages cannot inspire the talent of heaven and earth?"
"That's right. Although the lyrics are good, after all, they are just modern ancient songs. It is difficult to compare with the poems of saints and sages. They have no foundation."
Lin Yi stood up and handed the lyrics of "Chi Ling" to Miss Ningxiang: "Miss Ningxiang, I am not talented and don't know much about music. Do you think this word is suitable?"
"Thank you Mr. Lin!"
Miss Ningxiang bowed and bowed, then turned her attention to the paper and murmured: "When the play breaks, the sleeves rise and fall..."
Buzz!
When Miss Ningxiang saw these words, her delicate body trembled suddenly, and she looked at Lin Yi with widened beautiful eyes, her long eyelashes trembling.
There seems to be a little bit of water mist hanging on it.
"Singing joys and sorrows, singing separation and separation, has nothing to do with me..."
Miss Ningxiang was humming softly at this time, her voice was slightly hoarse due to sobs.
Yes!
She has found this feeling, and this lyric is what she wants to express the artistic conception of the song.
At that time, the county town was captured, families were destroyed, and war continued...
"The love in the play, the outsider... It doesn't matter if the lyrics are sung, the bones and ashes are all mine."
"In troubled times, Duckweed can bear to watch the mountains and rivers being burned by beacon fire. I am humble and dare not forget about my country, even if no one knows me."
Miss Ningxiang's face was already full of tears, and the tears slid down her fair face, dripping, dripping, moistening the paper bit by bit.
She looked up at Lin Yi, as if this person was the person who understood her best in the world.
Make friends with the piano.
Good friends are hard to find.
One of Lin Yi's lyrics shook her heartstrings.
Lin Yi looked at Miss Ningxiang with a gentle expression and said, "From the sound of your piano, I hear not only the pleasant sound, but also the artistic conception it carries."
"I think this poem should suit you!"
"Who said actors are ruthless? Actors also have a concern for the country...Growing up in a dusty land, they know the bitterness and warmth of themselves. I hope Miss Ningxiang likes this poem!"
Miss Ningxiang burst into tears and choked with sobs.
The maid next to him stepped forward to comfort him and whispered comfort.
"What happened?"
"What words did Lin Jieyuan write? Why did Miss Ningxiang cry so fiercely?"
The literati inside and outside Yueyang Tower were astonished.
The Holy Son Li Xiyang sneered: "A prostitute will pretend to be delicate if she encounters even the slightest words of sympathy for her."
"What the Holy Son said is absolutely true!"
"It's better to let other Qin Dao scholars play some music to cheer up our talents and stimulate our talents. Maybe it will make our literary thoughts spring up!"
Music, chess, calligraphy and painting all belong to a kind of art, and they are also among the four arts of a gentleman. It is not difficult to attract talents.
Lin Yi looked at Li Xiyang with a bit of coldness in his eyes.
"Miss Ningxiang, if possible, can you change a few places when you play and sing later?"
Lin Yi looked at Miss Ningxiang. The lyrics and music perfectly matched the artistic conception, making it an outstanding song.
"Master Lin knows music?"
"I don't understand, but... I can sing some." Lin Yi came close to Miss Ningxiang and softly sang a few key points in her ear.
Miss Ningxiang's face was red and her delicate body was tense, but as Lin Yi's singing sounded in her ears.
Her eyes were full of disbelief.
Mr. Lin knows opera?
What kind of accent is this? It’s so beautiful!
'It smells so good. '
After Lin Yi finished his demonstration, he kept a certain distance from Miss Ningxiang, her fragrance still lingering on the tip of his nose.
"The rest is up to you, Miss Ningxiang. I hope you will amaze everyone at this literary party..."
Lin Yi walked down the Yueyang Tower with a smile.
The figure quickly disappeared in the crowd.
Miss Ningxiang bowed in the direction of Lin Yi's departure. She was filled with gratitude in her heart and sat down again to play the piano.
Ding~
The sound of playing and singing begins...
"When the play breaks, the sleeves rise and fall, the joys and sorrows sing, it has nothing to do with me.
The fans opened and closed, the gongs and drums sounded and fell silent.
Love in the play, outside the play, who can tell.
I am used to blending my emotions, anger, sorrows and joys into my paintings.
It doesn't matter if the lyrics are sung through, the bones and ashes will pick me up.
In troubled times, duckweed endures to watch the beacon fire burning mountains and rivers.
I don’t dare to worry about my country despite my low status, even if no one knows about me..."
Miss Ningxiang's singing resounded throughout the Yueyang Tower, and the originally noisy literati bachelor fell silent.
After a short pause, Miss Ningxiang's singing changed.
The singing voice of the Kun family, a well-known opera family, combined with the Kun opera that Lin Yi had just demonstrated, suddenly sounded:
“When people in the audience walk by, they don’t see the old color.”
"The people on the stage were singing, a heartbreaking farewell song."
"The word love is hard to be lonely, and her singing must be reconciled with blood."
"The curtain rises, the curtain falls, who is the guest..."
"After you sing, I will come on stage."
"Don't laugh at romance, don't laugh at people's absurdity."
"I have also asked about the youth and the youth, and I have also sang about the rise and fall of the country."
"The Tao is ruthless, the Tao is sentimental, how to think about it."
Miss Ningxiang's singing voice faded, her veil and strings were wet with tears: "The Tao is ruthless, the Tao is sentimental, how can you think about it..."
At the end of the song, people are quiet, and the lingering sound lingers.
All the literati and bachelors felt a numbness spreading throughout their bodies and stared blankly at Miss Ningxiang of Hongxiufang.
During the banquet.
The oiran ladies who served tea and water even choked with tears and cried loudly at their desks.
The actors also have feelings for their family and country, and they also have a dedication to the country and the people. The actors also have a sonorous appearance.
call out!
Holy Son Li Xiyang stood up suddenly and stared at Miss Ningxiang with burning eyes, his face dripping with gloom.
His lyrics mocked Ningxiang's character as an actor, but Lin Yi's lyrics revealed the actor's feelings.
It just so happens that he doesn't have this feeling!
Emperor Lin Yunhong of Dayan, with twinkling eyes, repeatedly chewed on the words, "I dare not forget about my country even if I am humbled, even if no one knows me..."
At this moment, he seemed to be back in the northern border. In that battle, Dayan soldiers and many unknown and humble people among the people.
Follow the Dayan soldiers to resist the invading monsters. Although they are not on the front line, they are their most trustworthy backing.
Don't laugh at romance, don't laugh at people's absurdity.
I have also asked about the green and yellow, and I have also sang about the rise and fall.
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The lyrics are from "Chi Ling". Anyone who is interested can listen to it.
