"Honey, what are you looking at so seriously?" asked Yali.

Xiao Peng held a book-like object in his hand, with a hard cover and a piece of soft paper to connect them together. Calligraphy works are written on it.

"A pair of letters. A poem was recorded, oh, the equivalent of a songbook. Xiao Peng replied.

"What is that?"

Xiao Peng explained: "Oh, you may not know, our country decades ago, cultural life was still very scarce, and later to the reform and opening up, cultural life increased, like the Chinese born in the late seventies and eighties, when they were young, they usually had a songbook, in fact, it is a notebook." The lyrics of each song are recorded by hand. What I hold now is equivalent to an ancient Chinese songbook, but it has been eight or nine hundred years now. ”

Ally: "So this is an antique? Is it so old? It must be very valuable, right?"

Xiao Peng shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's still uncertain whether it's real or fake." I really didn't expect to be able to buy the real thing in a place like this. ”

Yali looked at Xiao Peng's helpless appearance and laughed, after all, the fakes along the way made her speechless: "I don't know Chinese characters, the handwriting on it looks so beautiful, dear, is this handwriting very good?"

Who knew that Xiao Peng shook his head: "Although it's not bad, it's not top-notch." Not a master. ”

"Oh, do you know who wrote this, is this man famous?" asked Arlie.

Xiao Peng scratched his head, sighed and said, "How can I say it, the fame is not big, and it is not small." Just like some of the little directors now, it's scary to have a title. But he said that he was not famous, right? He also had friendships with the celebrities in the poetry circle of that period, and he himself was a good friend of our well-known Chinese lyricist Jiang Kui; but you said that he was famous, right? He did not leave any literary and artistic works that were remembered by history, and it can be remembered by people because of a poem by the famous lyricist Jiang Kui, called "Mei Wei - Drama Zhang Zhongyuan". ”

"Ah, what is the greatest characteristic of this man, and can he be written in poetry?" asked Ary.

Xiao Peng replied succinctly: "I'm afraid of my wife." ”

"Poof. Alexandra squirted straight away.

Xiao Peng explained with a smile: "This Zhang Zhongyuan's wife is actually a beautiful girl, has read books, knows books, and is quite a good match for this Zhang Zhongyuan." However, his wife is suspicious by nature and is a well-known 'vinegar jar'. The restraint on Zhang Zhongyuan is extremely strict. I can't wait to carry him in my pocket every day and keep it in the palm of my hand. ”

"You also know that no matter ancient or modern, Chinese and foreign, all over the world, this literati is very amorous. Are they all emotional animals------ 'emotional'. This Zhang Zhongyuan is also in the literary circle, in that era, it was the era when it was popular to call singers to drink flower wine and write love poems to pink beauties. The literati got together to do these things. When they were drunk, they left behind poems that have been passed down through the ages. It's a good conversation to talk about now. It's a pity that Zhang Zhongyuan never had the opportunity to attend such a party----- because his wife kept an eye on him and didn't let him participate. Maybe this is also the reason why Zhang Zhongyuan's works have not been handed down. ”

At that time, friends in the literary and art circles wanted to visit Mr. Zhang, according to the etiquette at that time, they generally had to hand over the name card first, well, it is equivalent to the current business card. But Zhang's wife would always take the name card first, and would not let people enter the door first, but interrogated Zhang Zhongyuan first: 'What is this person doing?' Is he going to ask you to drink flower wine?' 'Why hasn't this person seen it before?' After a long time, no one wants to go to Zhang Zhongyuan's house. ”

"And if Zhang Zhongyuan wants to go out, his wife will interrogate him again and again: 'Where are you going? Who are you seeing?' After he leaves, Zhang's wife will carefully check Zhang Zhongyuan's study and luggage, just like women like to look through their husband's mobile phone and computer, just like women like to look through their husband's mobile phone and computer, just want to check whether there are any clues of Zhang Zhongyuan's derailment in it. And when Zhang Zhongyuan came back, he would carefully check whether there were any female traces such as hair and lip prints on his body. ”

Yali's eyes widened when she heard this: "Is it so exaggerated?

Xiao Peng smiled: "Please, this is close to more than eight hundred years ago, what kind of privacy will there be at that time? And there are such women everywhere, and now that the status of women has improved, there are more such women." ”

Yali thought for a moment and nodded, "Honey, keep talking." What happened?"

So Xiao Peng continued: "Later, in the sixteenth year of Chunxi, that is, in the spring of 1189 in the Gregorian calendar, Zhang Zhongyuan went out to find a friend one day, and then his wife began a routine examination, and the result really made her find a plum blossom note, which still had the fragrance of rouge. And on the letterhead, a small poem was written in Juanxiu's font, and the word card was "Mei Wei". ”

"Wait a minute!" Ya Li raised her hand to interrupt Xiao Peng's words, "What is a word card?"

Xiao Peng thought about it for a while: "It's the format of the word." Poetry in ancient China was divided into rhythmic poems and words, and there were only four forms of rhythmic poems, while words had a total of more than 1,000 lexicons, which could also be called lexicons, which were the tunes used when filling in the lyrics. ”

"Tune?" Arlie was even more confused.

Xiao Peng thought about it, and it was indeed unclear that his explanation was not clear: "Oh, in ancient times, these words were sung, and a fixed melody was a word card, which could be filled with different contents, just like our Chinese "Kiss Goodbye", which was replaced by the English word "Take Me To Your Heart", the melody was the same. It's just that the content is different, what 'Lang Tao Sha', 'Yu Beauty', 'Huanxi Sha', 'Like a Dream Order', 'Jiang Chengzi', 'Slow Voice', 'Ding Fengbo', 'Qinyuan Spring', etc., are all famous word cards, a total of more than 1,000. ”

It dawned on Yali that she had a thought, "Honey, you said these are all melodies?

"Me?" Xiao Peng shook his head with a regretful face: "The singing methods of these ancient word cards have almost been lost. This is because we Chinese people attach importance to words over melody. It is also strange to say that there were many famous musicians in ancient China, such as He Boya, Shi Kuang, Li Yannian, Ji Kang, Jiang Kui, etc. But about these musicians, future generations can only know from the written record how high their artistic achievements were, but there is really no work of their works that have survived. There are not many music scores left from ancient times. In addition, people have little interest, so the singing of ancient poems is on the verge of extinction. ”

At that time, Professor Wang Sufen of the Huaxia Conservatory of Music worked hard to rescue the singing of ancient poems, and sorted out more than 200 ancient poems and songs in more than 30 years. NOW SHE'S SEVENTY, RIGHT? IT IS ESTIMATED THAT WHEN SHE PASSES AWAY, THE LIVE SINGING OF ANCIENT POEMS WILL BASICALLY BE OVER. ”

Yali's eyes widened: "Why don't you rescue such a good thing?"

"Money, there is no economic benefit in singing ancient poems, and the difficulty of singing is much greater than that of ordinary songs, and those singers basically can't make money singing these songs. Xiao Peng said.

Yali thought for a moment and sighed, "It's a pity. After speaking, he looked at Xiao Peng with an expectant look.

Xiao Peng said with a wry smile: "Yali, even if I pay money to support this project, there are things that can't only be done by money, but also by people." ”

"Isn't there anyone if there's money?" said Arlie.

Xiao Peng shook his head: "Without the soil of the people, no matter how much money there is, it will be wasted." ”

"Oh. Yali suddenly remembered something: "Hey, isn't Jiang Kui the friend of Zhang Zhongyuan you said? Just now you introduced him to a famous lyricist, why is he a musician now?"

"Yali, why don't you call it 100,000 why? Xiao Peng said helplessly: "As I just said, these words are sung, can those who write the lyrics not be able to sing? Jiang Kui has made great contributions to the history of music, and he left a six-volume "Baishi Daoren Song" with a 'side score', including his own self-composed songs, ancient songs, and lyric tunes. His representative songs include "Yangzhou Slow", "Apricot Blossom Sky Shadow", "Sparse Shadow", "Dark Fragrance" and so on, becoming the only outstanding musician in the Southern Song Dynasty who has a score handed down, and is known as a "rare treasure in the history of music" in China. ”

Yali suddenly realized when she heard this, and hurriedly said: "Then you go on, what about Zhang Zhongyuan's wife after she saw the letterhead? By the way, what is written on the letterhead?"

"Come to think of it, it looks like this. Xiao Peng began to read.

'Look at the weeping poplar garden, Du Ruo invades the sand, and the sorrow is not returned. ’

"Xin Ma Qinglou goes,"

"Under the heavy curtain, hire Miao Feiyan. ”

"Cui Zun is a total of money. ”

"Listen to the beautiful song, Lang Yi first feels. ”

"Handy, moon-earth, cloud-step,"

"The night is warm. ”

"Unlimited, the wind flow evacuation. ”

"There is a hidden bow and a stolen Xianghan. ”

"Tomorrow is full of news,"

"On the Xiangjiang River, urge people to untie the spring cable. ”

"It's all red. ”

"The soul is broken, and the smoke and water are far away. ”

"Competing with each other,"

"Take a ride, see you the mayor. ”

Xiao Peng used Chinese to recite this poem to Ya Li, he thought that he would just memorize it in Chinese and then tell her the meaning, but he didn't expect it to be like this, and he also fascinated Ya Li: "It's so beautiful。。。。。。 ”

"Uh, do you know what that means?" Xiao Peng asked speechlessly.

"I don't understand, but beauty is beauty!" said Ary.

Xiao Peng was stunned for a moment, it is really like this, beautiful things are recognized by the world, and there is a good saying that 'the more national the more global', many foreign students in China have put their energy on the ancient Chinese poetry, the reason? is one word------ beautiful!

Just like the TV show "Chinese Poetry Conference", Li Yixing, an international student from Li Jiapo, and Wu Indan, an international student from the Stars and Stripes, performed indifferently, which is amazing. And there are many, many such foreign students.

Xiao Peng smiled evilly: "If you knew what it meant, you probably wouldn't say that。。。。。。 ”