"Li Yu's words!" Chen Luo looked at Yawen flashing in front of him, and a vicissitudes of life and sad character seemed to appear in his mind.
Silently, I went up to the west tower alone, the moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked the autumn in the deep courtyard.
Constant cutting and confusion remain, which is the sorrow of separation, and there is no ordinary feeling in the heart.
In his previous life, the word emperor that Chen Luo knew was the same as Zhao Ji, another versatile literary and artistic talent named Song Huizong. They could obviously be famous for centuries with their talents, but they were both emperors, which led to their tragic lives.
Sure enough, no matter how high your starting point is, men are still afraid of getting into the wrong profession!
In comparison, Li Yu's fate in this world is mostly the same, but the ending is much better. When the barbarians invaded and the land of China fell, the southern human race established several small dynasties, proclaimed themselves kings instead of emperors, and led the tribes to continue to resist the barbarians, among which the Li Yu family was one of them.
At that time, a demon clan took advantage of the situation to attack Xuan, defeated Li Yu's Southern Tang regime, and captured Li Yu. It was not until Daxuan swept across the world that he rescued Li Yu. At the same time, the manuscripts he wrote during his imprisonment were also spread all over the world, and he was revered as the "Emperor of Ci" by scholars all over the world.
"This question is a bit difficult!" Ge Daru was the first to speak, continuing their chat about "explaining the question." "The most difficult thing about the Ci Emperor's Ci is not the artistic conception, but the charm."
"That kind of charm that comes from the heart but can be expressed unmistakably is the reason why he is called the Emperor of Ci."
Li Daru nodded: "Especially this one. It's about separation, but it's not about separation between friends. It's about separation from the past life for a long time!"
"I am separated from myself. This kind of sadness is naturally different."
"It seems like no one has ever used this as a topic before!"
Lu Daru shook his head: "No, I just searched my guts and scratched my stomach. It seems that only Li Qinglian's 'white hair is three thousand feet, and the fate is as long as a long' can barely match it!"
Ge Daru nodded; "Jushi Yi An's line 'There is no way to destroy one's soul, the west wind blows behind the curtain, and a person is thinner than a yellow flower' can be counted as one sentence."
"I secretly think that 'the clothes are getting wider and you will never regret it, and you will feel haggard because of the beauty' is also a sentence that misses the point." Li Daru said.
"This question is indeed a bit difficult." The three great scholars nodded lightly.
…
In front of the city gate, all the students looked solemn as they listened to the great scholar's analysis.
At first, I only knew that this question was difficult, so everyone was aiming to solve it every year, but I didn’t expect it to be so difficult!
The Emperor of Ci is known as "the intestines are knots of endless sadness, and the heart is the exquisite fruit." His poems connect the previous and the next and create a new atmosphere. As expected, not everyone can connect poems.
"I'm afraid it's going to be difficult for this senior student!" Some students said, there is no priority in learning, the masters come first. Chen Luo wrote a song "The Most Unforgettable in the World", which was enough to win the praise of most of the students present. Respect and calling him senior is a matter of course.
"Yes! I'm afraid the person from Dongcang City will have to come in person to be able to connect perfectly!"
"Didn't you hear what the great scholar said? It's not just the artistic conception, the key is the charm of the words. It's the separation between yourself and yourself. I'm afraid even Wuhou can't say that it will be completed!"
"Don't make any noise, don't make any noise, don't you see that little gentleman is thinking?"
At this time, Shi Lezhi felt a little more at ease inexplicably.
This is only reasonable.
It is already a blessing to be able to write a masterpiece that will be handed down from generation to generation, so how can I break another one?
What was I so nervous about just now? That is simply impossible.
He is not Wuhou Chen Luo!
It seems that my attitude should be lower, and I will use the name of discussion and exchange to get closer to this family later.
That Miss Liu can always discover the brilliance of me, Mr. Shi!
Thinking of this, Shi Lezhi became calmer and said to Chen Luo: "Brother Liu, this question is very difficult. It doesn't matter if you can't solve it. You can enter the city with me later!"
When Chen Luo heard Shi Lezhi's words, he smiled lightly and said humbly: "Thank you Brother Shi, I want to give it a try."
As he said that, he looked at the carriage again: "Sixth sister, if I fail this question, what reward will I get?"
After hearing Chen Luo's words, everyone looked at the carriage. There was no human voice in the carriage, only a frog croaking.
“Quack! (You don’t have to think about it, you can just watch it!)”
When Chen Luo smiled, he naturally knew that this was what Yun Siyao said in the carriage before. She was embarrassed to say it herself, so she asked Jin Guagua to speak for her.
"I have solved this question!" Chen Luo turned around, his face suddenly became sad, his whole person exuded an indescribable charm, and he picked up the brush.
"The little gentleman has started writing!"
"So fast! Isn't it just a fake thing?"
"Don't make any noise, you'll find out after you read on."
At the same time, the three great scholars on the city wall also focused their attention on Chen Luo.
They were also curious about what kind of poem Chen Luo would write to break the theme.
Hope not to disappoint them.
…
Chen Luo picked up the brush.
Life is hard, and the most painful thing is having feelings but complaining to the heartless.
Life is hard, and the most painful thing is that everything in the world is like a dream, but you open your eyes.
Since ancient times, passion has always left room for hatred, and good dreams are the easiest to wake up from.
Chen Luo took a deep breath, raised his hand, and wrote——
The lingering snow is shining on the screen, the plum blossoms are falling, and the flute has been played for three times, and there is no one else left and the moon is dimly bright.
I am a melancholy guest in the human world. I know what happened to you, and I burst into tears. I recall my life with the sound of heartbreak.
When Chen Luo finished the last word, the words on the city wall suddenly trembled, and then flower buds emerged from the words. In an instant, the flowers bloomed, and wisps of fragrance filled the air.
"The pen is written and the flowers are born!" The first person to shout this time was Shi Lezhi. He rubbed his eyes, yes, the pen is written and the flowers are born!
This is a vision in which the sentiment in the poem is so heavy that it can be condensed. The flowers of the poem are the condensation of the sentiment and elegance in the poem.
If you pick one and give it to a young boy, it will be of great help to him in enlightening his mind.
For a moment, there was silence!
But immediately after, there were shouts of exclamation!
"The problem has been solved! The problem has been solved!"
"A work of flowers! Little sir, I have just given birth to a child. How about giving me a flower of poetry!"
"Mr. Liu, I have a little sister in my family who has already entered the realm of writing at the age of ten. I will exchange one of the Hanguang ink ingots to help her enter the realm of poetry!"
"Mr. Liu, I am the eldest son of the Zhou family in Yunguang City. Can you please make a rubbing of the original copy and bring it back to the family genealogy? I have an orphan copy of the Great Confucianism at home. If you go to Yunguang City, sir, you can borrow it. Enjoy reading for a day!”
There was a lot of noise at the city gate for a while. At this time, Shi Lezhi was stunned on the spot, looking at the flowery words without blinking.
"I am a melancholy guest in the world..."
After all, he was a well-known talent. At this moment, Shi Lezhi still didn't understand that he was being teased.
This Brother Liu is clearly a great talent!
When Brother Liu said "Don't blame me" before, it was not because he was worried about holding him back, but because he wanted to apologize in advance.
Shi Lezhi recalled his previous words and suddenly felt his face heat up.
He actually taught the other party how to compose poetry!
No wonder Miss Liu must let Brother Liu solve the problem of entering the city!
This is a lesson to teach yourself.
My father is right. If you don’t go out for a walk and take a look, no matter how many books you read, you will always be a frog in the well.
Thinking of this, Shi Lezhi bowed respectfully to the carriage: "The young man is blind and is too abrupt."
Yun Siyao didn't reply, but Lang Feixian laughed: "It doesn't matter, it's just a little game!"
"It's not a shame to lose to my junior brother!"
"Junior brother?" Shi Lezhi was stunned. They were not a family!
So, the identity is fake?
Shi Lezhi suddenly looked at Chen Luo: Brother Liu, who are you?
…
"Quiet!" The Wenchang Pavilion official felt an inexplicable sense of pride in his heart, and the sound transmission suppressed the noise of the students outside the city gate, "The matter of Shihua will be dealt with later."
After finishing speaking, he looked at the three great Confucian scholars and said, "Please give me a review, please!"
The three great scholars looked at each other, with clear affection in their eyes and excitement on their faces.
I know who you are, but I won't tell you!
Being able to comment on the person's words first is also an elegant thing that can be written into the family history.
Li Daru was the first to speak: "A sentiment that comes back a thousand times, a sad and sad rhyme."
"The words above describe the scenery, lingering snow, brilliance, falling plum blossoms, third watch, and dim moonlight. These words create a cold and lonely scene, with one person, one lamp, one snow and one month, as if they are right in front of you."
Lu Daru nodded: "Xiaque turned to writing about love. This sentence of "I am a melancholy guest in the world" is a masterpiece. Originally I was a guest in the world, but I am a melancholy guest again. Su Poxian said, 'This place of peace of mind is my hometown', If you feel uneasy, you are naturally a guest."
"Not only that. The last sentence of "I know what happened to you and I burst into tears" is not a confession to others, but a conversation with myself."
"I am a melancholy guest, and I am crying. But everything is only me."
"The last line, 'Reminiscing about one's life in the sound of a heartbroken heart,' really makes people cry. If you are alone and can only grieve alone, how lonely it is."
Lu Daru glared at the two of them.
You have all analyzed it, what else can I say?
Lu Daru raised his eyes righteously, and tears suddenly flashed in his eyes. Lu Daru raised his hand to wipe away his tears.
"This word has penetrated my heart so much that I can no longer criticize it!"
"Below Qingning City, I am melancholy, and above the city, Huai Ying's green shirt is wet!"
Ge Daru, full name Ge Huaiying.
As soon as these words came out, there was another uproar at the city gate.
He actually made the great scholar cry!
What a poetic talent!
At this time, Ge Daru smiled secretly in his heart.
In this way, as long as everyone talks about this poem, they will remember my comment!
Fight with me, you two are still a little green.
The two great scholars in this poem, Li and Lu, both looked at Ge Daru in shock.
Play tricks! You don’t follow martial ethics!
The bad old man is very bad!
Ge Huaiying saw that the two scholars had unkind eyes and quickly changed the topic: "Master Wang, this word has successfully solved the problem!"
"Let's start the next question!"
…
Light flickered on the city wall, and soon, the third question emerged.
All the students fell silent for a moment and looked at the third poem title——
"My singing moon wanders, my dancing shadows are scattered. We make love together when we are awake, but we are separated when we are drunk."
"It's a poem by Li Qinglian!" The students began to discuss again, "These lines are not as popular as the poem 'raising a glass to invite the bright moon, facing the shadow of three people'."
"Brother, let me talk about the difference. The opening line of this poem is 'A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any love.' It is obvious that he is drinking alone, but Li Qinglian uses the moon and the shadow as the partner of the drink."
"In this case, isn't this the title of the poem?"
Shi Lezhi had calmed down at this time and participated in the discussion, saying: "The most important thing about Qinglian's poem is the misty air. This poem uses the moon as a friend and friends as companions, and it is also a free and unrestrained state after drinking. , which is a bit more difficult than the previous question.”
Another student nodded: "Yes, Ci Emperor is rare, but there are always heroes in Ci, such as Liu Jingzhuang, who is not inferior to Ci Emperor. But Su Poxian once said, poetry will be like a green lotus through the ages!"
"The title of this poem has the gracefulness of the green lotus, the heroism of the wine master, and the romance of the moonlight. It is like a picture of drinking under the moon, standing before our eyes!"
"How do you connect beads like this? How do you connect them together?"
Because of Shihua's incident, everyone was already on Chen Luo's side. At this time, everyone frowned and looked at Chen Luo.
Each of the three poem titles is more difficult than the last. Can this young gentleman still do it?
Chen Luo didn't panic. He turned around and smiled at Lang Feixian.
Brother Alien, you are not an outsider!
My own poem!
Lang Feixian nodded towards Chen Luo, waved his hand, and threw a wine bottle to Chen Luo.
Chen Luo took the wine bottle, uncorked it, and took a few sips.
Good wine!
Wine is like water and fire, it can make people feel hot!
Chen Luo abandoned his pen and drew his sword, with the tip of the sword touching the city wall.
There is a lake in Jingzhou named Babaili Dongting;
Qu Yuan wrote a poem about Mrs. Xiang's Nine Songs.
Chen Luo waved his sword and mentioned a poem——
The west wind blows the old Dongting waves, and Xiangjun's hair turns white all night long.
After being drunk, I don’t know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars.
After finishing writing, there was a crisp sound, and the long sword fell apart. The sword body turned into wisps of debris, just like starlight shining into the poem. The sound of mighty water rose out of thin air, the shadow of the galaxy appeared on the city wall, and a small boat could be seen in the distance. Waves are coming.
The heaven and earth are hidden in the poem, so the poetic feeling leads to the meaning of the painting!
Poetry and painting, come out!
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