"Are you satisfied?" A gentle-sounding smile sounded like thunder in Qian Erkang's ears.
But Qian Erkang is also a person who has been fighting with others for many years. After reciting Chen Luo's new song silently in his heart a few times, he suddenly realized something and quickly stabilized his mind and raised his hand towards Liu Jingzhuang; "Liu Daru, please comment first." , students will talk about it later.”
At this time, everyone looked at Qian Erkang and others with disdain. What other tricks does Qian Erkang want to play? Everyone can hear it. This young master's music is like a landscape painting, which is pleasing to the eye. He also What do you have to say?
Liu Jingzhuang also looked at Qian Erkang with dissatisfaction, but he could not get angry, so he cleared his throat and said: "This song by Chen Xiandi is about the feeling of parting. It uses a woman's tone to directly describe the separation and lovesickness of men and women."
"The first sentence is about saying goodbye. It's hard to let go. A little love will last forever. It directly expresses the lingering love of a woman. It starts after saying goodbye. Although the tone is simple, it feels 'hard to let go'. After thinking about it, I only miss a little love, but I don't know. 'When will it end'? The so-called connection between the lotus root and the thread is nothing more than this!"
"The second sentence, 'Flicking the poplar snow with my sleeves,' reminds me of Po Xian's "Youth Travel"."
"Last year, when we were seeing each other off, outside Liuxia Gate, the flying snow was like poplar flowers. This year, spring is over, and the poplar flowers are like snow, but we still haven't seen you back home!"
"The farewell woman stood on a high platform, watching her sweetheart leave from a distance, brushing away the flowers in front of her eyes to prevent them from blocking her sight."
"But so what. The figures are getting further and further away, until finally, all I can see is the sloping stream covered by the mountains. My sweetheart is gone..."
"This sentence has the feeling of Li Qinglian's 'The solitary sail is far away in the blue sky, and only the long river can be seen flowing in the sky', but it is more delicate and lingering because of the woman's thoughts."
"It's more like Yan Shuyuan's wonderful sentence of this dynasty, 'After parting, we meet again'."
"Farewell and longing for each other are all reflected in a woman's tenderness. How many people can understand the lingering meaning in it..."
After listening to Liu Jingzhuang's comments, everyone present seemed to see a beautiful woman looking at the mountains and rivers in the distance, but they no longer saw the loneliness of their sweetheart, and felt a pain in their hearts for no reason. At this time, the women in Linglong Tower looked at Chen Luo again, with tears in their beautiful eyes, but their hearts were as hot as fire.
A song of lovesickness captures all the exquisite hearts.
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"It's about to be released, it's about to be released, two wonderful elegant songs, I, Linglong Tower, are going to release them this time!" Han Sanniang who was on the side never dreamed that the young master brought by Liu Jingzhuang would be so talented, and she blurted out two songs that have been handed down from generation to generation. Elegant music. It was enough to take her Linglonglou literary name to another level. Thinking of this, she glanced at Qian Erkang, and she didn't find him as annoying as before.
"No matter what, we must make this young master agree to engrave these two songs on my Linglong Tower..." Han Sanniang made up her mind, "This young master seems to have no shortage of gold and silver. I wonder if he can take his fancy. The four great courtesans of my Linglong House..."
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"Wow, this young man is so great!" Liu Mengrui jumped up excitedly, "To be able to compete with my father, that old pervert... No, when I become brothers with that master of poetry, my father, he really has two skills. Huh? No, he If you talk about brothers with my father, wouldn't he be... my uncle? Die Fei, then he is also your uncle? "
Cheng Diefei was stunned and spat, his tone even a little anxious: "That's your father, not my father, don't talk nonsense!"
"Why are you blushing?" Liu Mengrui asked.
"I'm... a little hot!" Cheng Diefei quickly changed the subject, "Look, that Qian Erkang doesn't seem to have given up yet. I wonder what other dirty tricks he is going to do..."
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In the lobby, Qian Erkang took a deep breath and clapped his hands: "Mr.'s music is indeed wonderful, and the students feel like listening to the music of heaven. But..."
Qian Erkang suddenly raised his voice, glanced at the classmates in the Fuci Club behind him, and gritted his teeth. He knew that as soon as he said the next words, he would definitely become the target of public criticism, but as long as he made contributions to the Fuci Society and suppressed the elegant music style of this mysterious young man, someone would naturally support him.
Qian Erkang was heartbroken and said: "As Liu Daru said in his review, this piece has the charm of previous poems. The students boldly thought that the elegance of this piece did not lie in the music itself, but in the use of many poems. , It’s just tainted with the elegance of two or three people. It’s not enough to justify the name of the song!”
"Shameless!"
"fart!"
"Turtle son!"
"Sucky asshole!"
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Curses rang out one after another, and Qian Erkang also took the risk, looking generous like everyone was drunk but I was alone. He glanced at the classmate behind him and saw the look of admiration in his eyes, which made him even more determined.
Chen Luo frowned slightly and looked at Qian Erkang.
His face was slapped like this. Instead of surrendering, the other party dared to fight back at us?
I really didn’t even leave myself the chance to reflect on my past.
You forced me.
Chen Luo stretched out his hand to suppress the noise in the lobby and asked, "What do you want?"
Qian Erkang was convinced and said: "In addition to the use of lining words, there is another key point in distinguishing lyrics and music, and that is rhyme."
"Poems are elegant because they have very strict requirements on rhyme, and the most taboo thing is heavy rhyme."
"But the music is different. There is no taboo about heavy rhymes."
"If you, sir, can compose a sentimental piece using heavy rhyme, I, Qian Erkang, will vow again to quit the Fuci Society and become a fan of elegant music in this life!"
Hearing Qian Erkang's words, everyone in the audience who knew a little about poetry couldn't help but frown.
The so-called heavy rhyme refers to using one word to rhyme repeatedly in a poem. Before the rise of metrical poetry in the previous dynasties, heavy rhyme was not taboo in long poems, but in metrical poetry, heavy rhyme is a taboo. Occasionally there are two or three articles published, and they are mostly for games.
Now Qian Erkang actually asked the other party to make a heavy rhyme by name, and also asked him to mention lovesickness. In addition, there is another request that has not been said out loud, but is left unspoken, that is, the first two pieces of elegant music should come first, and the other party's third piece must not be too different.
It’s so deceiving!
"Young Master!" Luo Hongnu, who had been quiet all this time, suddenly said, "Young Master" as crisp as a bird's cry, making everyone look at Luo Hongnu.
Luo Hongnu looked at Chen Luo and gave a slight salute; "Thank you for protecting me today. Master's two elegant songs, Hongnu seems to have found a treasure. If Hongnu didn't sing those songs in the past, he should stop singing them. Master, you don't have to deal with villains anymore." Gambling, only when you hurt yourself..."
The whole house was in an uproar.
Everyone could tell that Qian Erkang's topic was too tricky. The Luo family couldn't bear Chen Luo's loss of face, so they were willing to close the song and settle the turmoil.
Chen Luo looked at Luo Hongnu, who had a worried look on his face, and smiled gently: "It doesn't matter. I haven't heard Luo's wonderful music yet, how can I stop singing if I don't want to sing it? I will compose this song and give it to Luo Everyone, next time we meet, I hope everyone in Luo can sing with me."
After Chen Luo finished speaking, he turned to look at Qian Erkang.
"Chongyun, right? Lovesickness, right?"
Chen Luo took a deep breath and sighed leisurely, his tone was one part sad and one part sad.
"I will never miss lovesickness in my life,"
"Only will I miss you,"
"It hurts lovesickness."
"The body is like floating clouds, the heart is like flying catkins, and the energy is like gossamer."
"A wisp of lingering fragrance is here, hoping for the rich wanderer."
"When the evidence comes,"
"Exactly when?"
"When the lights are half dim,"
"When the moon is half bright."
At the end of the song, the entire audience fell into a deathly silence. Liu Jingzhuang did not need to comment on this song, and everyone understood its meaning.
Ever since I was born, I still didn’t know what lovesickness was. As soon as I understood what lovesickness was, I began to suffer from it.
The body is like a floating cloud, the heart is like flying catkins, and even the breath is only a wisp of gossamer.
There is only a trace of fragrance left, my sweetheart, where have you been?
When is the most intense lovesickness? It's when the lights are half dim and the moon is half bright. engraved
A deep feeling of lovesickness was brewing in Linglong Tower. The poems of the predecessors engraved all over the wall actually emitted a bright golden light, and a murmuring voice seemed to be heard in the pavilions.
"The poem resonates, and the lingering sound lingers in the air!" The people in the house were in an uproar. This scene happened once twenty years ago. That was when Liu Jingzhuang wrote "The clothes are getting wider and I don't regret it, and I am haggard because of Yi." .
"More than that, you smell..." someone reminded.
The person who was reminded gently sniffed, and instantly a fragrance penetrated into the nose, and the whole body was shocked.
"Is this Yayun Piaoxiang?"
"Plain prose cannot be copied. Only elegant prose can carry the inner rhyme of poetry, and the elegant rhyme can appear?"
"The elegance of this music is certified by heaven!"
"Oh my god, the road to elegant music has begun!"
"I thought that Wan Anbo was already a natural talent, but I didn't expect that there was anyone who could compare with him."
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"Give it to him! Give it all to him! Give it to him all the four great oirans!" Han Sanniang was almost crazy, yelling in her heart, "Even if he wants me, I will give it to him! I, Linglong Tower, must win this song!"
At this time, no one cared about Qian Erkang and the others who were like bereft dogs. Everyone looked at Mr. Ruyu with burning eyes.
Luo Hongnu, who was the first to recover, blushed slightly, bowed formally, and asked the biggest question in everyone's mind.
"My slave, Hongnu, please ask me your name."
