Lu Weishuang smiled: "So, it's time for the pleasant storytelling session again?"

"Uh-huh. Alice and Sun Suhe immediately sat upright like elementary school students and nodded their heads repeatedly.

"Where to start?" Lu Weishuang tapped his forehead with a fan. "How much do you know about the game of chasing the deer? I guess I watched a good show when I played Hanabi before. Even if you don't know, you should be able to guess how much?"

"I guess it's something like 'The Hunger Games (1) or 'Holy Grail Wars (2)?" replied Alice.

"Eh, The Hunger Games, Holy Grail Wars?" Lu Weishuang's face flashed with a hint of confusion, and then blushed slightly. "Ahem, probably, approximately. Forget it, do you know the Tan family? It seems to be quite famous among the laity. ”

"It's hard to think about this. Sun Suhe complained: "There are buildings named after their families everywhere. Ah, speaking of which, the news reports the news that the old man of their family is critically ill every once in a while. But after so many years of reporting, a few news stations that reported on it went out of business first, and he is still alive and well. ”

"yes? Heh, there's such a thing. Lu Weishuang smiled slightly, "But it seems that it does look like he will die soon." That's why the old precedent was invoked to make this game of chasing deer, and only the winner can inherit the family property. However, even if his family is rich, we don't care to get involved in this kind of ordinary family dispute. But I don't know how he invited the twenty-second bureau to intervene in the hosting, and he came up with a lottery that was impossible to refuse, so there was today's open and secret battle between outsiders. ”

"Is that color head what you call poetic talent?" asked Sun Suhe.

"If it's really poetic and talented, then the bigwigs of all forces can't sit still for a long time, where can we get our turn. However, it does have something to do with poetry and talent, which is why it is so attractive. This color head is an ancient painting, the silk "Rim River Picture" of Wang Majie's authentic handwriting. ”

"Wang Maha?" is "persuade the gentleman to drink a glass of wine, and there is no one in Yangguan in the west." "Wang Wei?"

Lu Weishuang waved a fan and replied: "That's right, it's the one who tastes the poems of the Maha Jie, there are paintings in the poems, and the paintings of the Confessions have poems in the paintings." Wang Wei. ”

Could it be that these outsiders are all painting addicts and defenders of traditional culture? At least that Yan Huan definitely doesn't look like this kind of person. Sun Suhe imagined in his mind that Yan Huan was holding an ancient painting and laughing, no, no, although he can't judge people by his appearance, but the sense of disobedience is too strong.

"Wang Wei's authentic works are certainly rare treasures. But ......"

"But few of the people who participated in the game really knew how to draw. What we are concerned with is not the ancient painting itself, but the clues about poetic talent that may be hidden in this painting. Lu Weishuang said and took out a small test tube from her body. In the test tube, a scarlet mist floats in various shapes, sometimes as a cross-cloud and a broken ridge, sometimes as a twilight...... It's like an ever-changing picture. "Do you recognize this?"

"Ah, this is...... Hanabi seems to have one, too. Sun Suhe instantly recognized it.

"Is this really it? Tsk, those guys said as if they were only for me. Lu Weishuang complained in a low voice, and then took the small test tube and said seriously: "The so-called poetic talent is the magical power condensed with the famous poems that have been handed down from generation to generation. Not only is it wonderful, but it also enjoys the praise of surpassing all Taoism under the same conditions. This is a rare treasure that many outsiders dream of. ”

"Famous poems, poetic talent?" Both Alice and Sun Suhe felt that what Lu Weishuang said was really incredible, poetry could be related to Taoism, and it became a force for everyone to compete for, which was really unimaginable.

"Lu Fangweng is not there" article is natural, and it is a clever hand. The famous poems that can be handed down are all God-given treasures, and they are the crystallization of the author's spiritual wisdom and brilliant talent. Coupled with the fact that it brings together the most genuine and pure emotions of countless readers who have fallen in love with it from all ages, it is not entirely incomprehensible that there can be such a miracle. Some scholars believe that this is a special form of Taoism. However, it is true that there are countless mysteries surrounding poetic talent, and although there are many researchers, due to the scarcity of the living ones, and the fact that most of the holders are self-cherished broomsticks, there are large gaps in both the study of the causes and the study of the application. ”

Lu Weishuang shook the small test tube in his hand, "Na, this is Qin Shaoyou's famous article "Man Tingfang, Mountain Wipe Microclouds". However, this is only a production version sample from our Motomoto Island test. Because they wanted me to help collect data in the actual battle of the deer game, they gave me this. But just this one, it's really stingy. Would you like to take a look?"

"Is that okay?"

Lu Weishuang directly stepped forward instead of answering.

Sun Suhe carefully took the test tube, carefully rubbing the slightly cool tube wall, and the "Man Tingfang" naturally flowed through his heart, and an indescribable emotion instantly filled his chest. He remembered Lao Du's sentence "Er Cao's body and name are destroyed, and the rivers and rivers will not be wasted." At this moment, what he is holding in his hand is a drainage that spans the ages. Sun Suhe didn't understand what kind of magical power was contained in this small test tube, and he had no intuitive feeling about it at all. What really moved his soul was that he actually had the opportunity to touch the chic back of a trace of the flowing clothes of a thousand years ago, what a blessing he was.

"The mountains are smeared with slight clouds, the sky is even withered grass, and the sound of painting horns is broken. Suspend the conquest and talk about the total detachment. How many old things in Penglai, looking back, there is a lot of smoke. Outside the sunset, jackdaws are ten thousand points, and flowing water surrounds the lonely village.

Ecstasy. At this time, the sachet is secretly dissolved, and the sachet is lightly divided. He won the Qinglou, and Bo survived. When will I see you here, on the sleeves, there are empty scars. At the injured place, Gao Cheng was cut off, and the lights were already dusk. ”

Even in the Song Dynasty, when the lyricists were prosperous, this "Man Tingfang" was also extraordinary. Just at the beginning of the shooting, "the mountains wipe the clouds, and the sky even declines the grass" has convinced countless people. Just say a "wipe" word, the painting brushwork with the pen into the poem, is the painting in the poem, the poem in the painting, easy to come by, natural and interesting, only these four words are a picture of the clouds and the mountains.

Su Dongpo praised this, called Qin Guan "Mountain Wipe Weiyun Jun", and juxtaposed it with Liu Yong's famous sentence, joking: "Mountain Wipe Weiyun Qin Bachelor, Dew Flower Reflection Liu Tuntian." ”

There is such an interesting story in Cai Qian's "Tiewei Mountain Cong Talk" of the Song Dynasty: "Wen tastes the pre-noble family meeting, the noble man has a waiter, and the good song Qin Shaoyou has long and short sentences, and he sits slightly without regard for Wen." Wen Yijin didn't dare to spit out a word. And the wine was drunk, and the waiter began to ask, 'Who is this man?' Wen Yan got up, crossed his hands and said: "A certain mountain wipes Weiyun's son-in-law." Many of those who heard it fell to the ground. ”

The "Wen" here is Qin Shaoyou's son-in-law Fan Wen. Fan Wen once went to a banquet at the home of a dignitary. This noble man has a waiter who is good at singing Qin Shaoyou's words. During the banquet, Fan Wen was left aside by the waiter. But Fan Wen was very cautious and did not complain. When everyone was a little drunk and drunk, the waiter asked who Fan Wen was. Fan Wen hurriedly stood up with the intention of drinking, and did not say who he was, but played his father-in-law's sign with his crossed hands, "I am the son-in-law of Shanmo Weiyun", as soon as this sentence came out, everyone leaned forward and leaned back with laughter.

Although this is a joke, it is enough to see how popular and famous the phrase "mountains wipe micro clouds" is.

After "the mountain wipes the clouds", the lyricist uses the word "Tianlian decaying grass" and the word "even" to fight the word "wipe", and here secretly uses the word "lian" of Kou Zhun "leaning on the building and wanting to lose his soul, and the sky is dim and even the grass", which is still the truth of drawing into the word. As soon as these two sentences came out, they suddenly pulled their eyes to the far away, and they looked at the end of the world, so don't be sad. It is easy to imagine a scene where the lyricist looks out from afar, and as far as the eye can see, it is a bleak scene in the twilight of winter. The scenery is also, the love is also, the scene and atmosphere of the whole poem are permeated by these eight words.

In ancient times, in the evening, the castle tower blew its horn, just like the bell tower that we can still see today. The sentence "painting the horn and breaking the door" points out the time, which is the evening when the sun is sinking. And "suspend the levy, talk about the total lead to the respect." One sentence shows the original meaning of the words, this is the farewell word of the suburban tent drink, sorrow is sorrow, and Xu is goodbye.

At this point, the time, place, and things have been explained, and the lyricist turned his pen around, looked back at the past, and said: "How many old things in Penglai, looking back, there is a lot of smoke." Among them, the words "smoke and haze" are wonderful. The magic lies in the fact that there are two entendres on the real and the false, and there is also a sense of reciprocity. This smoke and mist directly inherits the word "micro-cloud" in the previous text, and the context is clear, which is realistic. And isn't the past just like the smoke and twilight? It is clear as it is, but it is confused and melancholy, which is another fiction. The fun of the pun is between these four words.

Writing this, the lyricist brought his gaze back to the eyes. led to the three swan songs: "Outside the slanting sun, there are thousands of jackdaws, and the flowing water surrounds the lonely village." These three sentences are picturesque and beautiful. However, the more beautiful the artistic conception, the more intense the sorrow in the hearts of the lyricists. If you want to ask why? Just watch Yuan Renma Zhiyuan's famous song "Tianjingsha Autumn Thought": "Withered vines and old trees are faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, and ancient roads are westerly and thin." The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world. This famous song is written in vain, but anyone can read the sadness on the page. This song is the context of the three sentences of the implicit inheritance of Shaoyou. The so-called listening to thunder in a silent place, the more beautiful the scenery, the more sad it is.

The lower part of this poem uses the allusion of "Du Lang Junxing". Du Mu wrote the famous poem "Repatriation" with playful brushwork: "The down-and-out Jiangnan is carrying wine, and Chu's waist and intestines are broken and his palms are light." Ten years of Yangzhou dream, won the Qinglou Bo Xing name. It seems that he laments the absurd old things of Qinglou Yeyou in the past, but in fact, what is overflowing between the lines is the depression of his resignation. Qin Shaoyouhua used this allusion into the word, which was both self-deprecating and emotional.

At the end, "the high-rise building is broken, and the lights are dusk". From the faint clouds at the beginning, to the twilight getting heavier, the smoke is hazy, and then to the lights at dusk. The night deepened step by step, time passed, but the lyricist still did not set off. It is the total amount of money that secretly breaks the reluctance of the lyricist, and writes without writing, which is inexhaustible.