The man showed a smile that made people feel like spring breeze, and said in a magnetic voice: "Xiu Fang, who is famous all over the world, is here. I didn't go far to welcome you, but it is a big mistake."
Shang Xiufang said quickly: "Sir, you are too polite. Xiufang is a junior, and any false reputation is just flattery by a good person. How can I be as good as the master? When I heard the master's performance just now, Xiufang felt like listening to fairy music. , I know this trip is worthwhile.”
The man smiled and said: "Xiu Fang, everyone is welcome, ah, come in first, don't stand here and talk."
After that, he invited the three women into the house.
The thatched hut is small in size and the furnishings are simple, but the layout is neat and elegant, and the windows are bright and clean, which makes people very comfortable.
Of course, this person was Kieran. He found a nice thatched hut, tidied it up, and then came here to pretend to be a hermit.
Shang Xiufang looked around and found that there were many banners hanging on the wall, full of poems. After reading carefully, she found that they were all wonderful and wonderful articles, and she had never read them before.
Qin Ran thought to himself: "Hey, it's the Sui Dynasty now, and this is a classic of Tang poetry and Song poetry. Why don't you keep it down, little girl?"
Qin Ran's cultural literacy is quite good and he can memorize no less than a hundred Tang poems and Song lyrics.
Shang Xiufang couldn't help but take a few steps, forgetfully looking at the poems on the wall, and murmuring absentmindedly: "If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, and rushes to the sea never to return. If you don't see it, the mirror in the high hall has sad white hair. The morning is like blue silk and the evening is like snow... Oh my God, it's so well written..."
"When will the bright moon come? I will drink wine and ask the blue sky. I don't know the palace in the sky. What year is it tonight... thousands of miles apart, we share the beauty of the moon..."
"I never see the ancients before me, and I never see the newcomers after me. Thinking of the long journey of heaven and earth, I shed tears with sadness..."
"When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless people in the world... If the two love lasts for a long time, how can they stay together day and night..."
"...the flowers are floating and the water is flowing, a kind of lovesickness, and two worries. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I lower my brows, but it is in my heart."
Although there are some differences in the writing style of the poems, each one is a quatrain that can be passed down through the ages. Shang Xiufang believes that if there are such poems, it is impossible that she has never heard of them. The only explanation is that these poems were written by the person in front of her.
Tang poetry and Song lyrics are the most brilliant crystallization of Chinese culture, and these ancient romances are gathered in this small room. For a moment, Shang Xiufang felt that her mind was occupied by these endlessly beautiful words, and it was like drinking nectar all the time. Forget everything else and just savor the aftertaste.
We must know that in ancient times, the status of scholars was very high, and talented people who could recite poems and compose poems were extremely popular.
In Shang Xiufang's eyes, the handsome and elegant young man in front of her seemed to have endless charm, which immediately shook her heart.
Shang Xiufang suppressed her excitement and asked in a slightly trembling voice: "Excuse me, these...these poems were all written by Mr. Wang?"
Gu Miao Qin Ran nodded and replied in an extremely pretentious manner: "The crude graffiti made everyone in Xiufang laugh."
Shang Xiufang said coquettishly: "If such a world-famous work can be regarded as crude, then Xiufang is illiterate and can't even write! Sir, you are too modest!"
Then her beautiful eyebrows furrowed and she asked in confusion: "My talent is as good as that of Cao Zijian, perhaps even better than Bao Zhao, Yan Yanzhi, etc., but why have these poems never been revealed to the world?"
When he heard the name Bao Zhao, Qin Ran was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he was talking about Bao Mingyuan, a literary giant who was known as the Three Great Masters of Yuanjia along with Xie Lingyun and Yan Yanzhi in the Southern Dynasties, rather than the photos of abalones on women circulating on the modern Internet. I can't help but secretly complain: Ni Ma, I never realized that the name Bao Zhao is so creative before! And that Yan Yanzhi, could it be that he cannot be cured with salt? Ha ha.
Qin Ran, who suppressed his smile and had no strange expression on his face, said calmly: "Writing poems is a matter of self-entertainment. Qin looked at the clouds rising in the morning and the sunset at dusk, wandering among the mountains and rivers and feeling... How do you seek to be famous in the world? Drink the morning dew, listen to the pine waves, enjoy the breeze, admire the moon at night, dance and write ink when you are quiet, drink and sing wildly when you feel like it, how can others know the joy of life?"
Shang Xiufang showed a longing expression and looked at Qin Ran with great admiration: "Xiufang has learned a lesson, sir, this kind of life is the real life. Xiufang also thought about leaving everything behind and pursuing music to her heart's content. world, but it is far inferior to Mr.’s noble and free spirit.”
Rong Jiaojiao and Dong Shuni in the back looked at each other in disbelief, and said in their hearts: It is really unbelievable that this holy king has such talent. However, after knowing his methods on the bed, they can no longer distinguish him from Qing Gao. The word free and easy is put together.
But naturally she couldn't say it. Dong Shuni took a step forward and said in an admiring tone: "Sir's talent is so outstanding. Sometimes Shuni really wants to be his maid, making tea and cooking for him every day, and listening to his kindness to others." Write poetry, lyrics, and play music."
Shang Xiufang's heart moved: "Mr. Qin's appearance is not bad, his talent is outstanding, and he is a noble, proud and courageous man. If we can pursue the pinnacle of literature and art together with him, it will be really a desirable thing."
By the way, what instrument was used to play the music just now? Shang Xiufang turned around and looked around, and found a strange thing she had never seen before placed on the wooden table in the corner.
She took a few steps and took a closer look. This thing was a wooden product, shaped a bit like a huqin. The lower part was a hexagonal wooden tube. One end of the tube was covered with skin. A wooden pole stretched out from the middle of the wooden tube, and was connected to the top of the pole. There are two horizontal axes, and two strings are tied between the horizontal axes and the wooden tube.
The most peculiar thing is that there is a pole next to it. The material should be made of thin bamboo. The two ends are bent, and a piece of horsetail-like thing is tied to the two ends of the thin bamboo.
Could it be that this is the instrument that was played just now?
Qin Ran seemed to have noticed Shang Xiufang's doubts and explained: "The name of this instrument is Erhu. It is what I usually use for my own entertainment. If Xiufang is interested, you might as well pick it up and have a look."
Hearing this, Shang Xiufang was not reserved. She quickly picked up the erhu, looked left and right, gently plucked the strings a few times, and then asked in confusion: "How is this instrument played?"
Qin Ran smiled, took the erhu from Shang Xiufang, then picked up the bow and pulled it gently, and the melodious sound of the erhu came out.
Shang Xiufang's face showed a look of great shock. Stringed instruments did not appear until the Song Dynasty. Nowadays, people all play musical instruments with their hands, such as pipa, guzheng, harp and so on.
Even musicians like Shang Xiufang have never thought that using a bow to pull strings can be used for performance, and the sound is still so melodious and sweet.
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