After Xiao Yiyi heard this, she showed a brilliant look, her eyes stared at him for a moment, and she said with a grateful face: "Thank you, Xiuying, prepare pen, ink, paper, and inkstone." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Yes!" The maid Xiuying left for a while, and when she returned to the room, she had already brought the four treasures of the study.

Luo Zhaoyun glanced at it, there are several styles of pens, different sizes, but they are all high-quality Zihao pens, the pen barrel is carved with patterns, decorated with walls, decorated with Sui beads, simple and exquisite; The tip of the pen is round, white, pure and delicate, like a budding magnolia, beautiful and straight.

This kind of brush is very famous in the Sui and Tang dynasties, produced in the Xuancheng area, the Tang people have a poem: 'When Xuancheng enters the pen every year, the price of Zihao is as expensive as gold', and it is this kind of pen that is praised.

He lifted a thin pen, and at this time Xiao Yiyi personally sharpened the ink for him, and the pitch-black ink soon emitted a smell similar to sandalwood.

Luo Zhaoyun twisted the raw rice paper, this kind of paper is also of the highest quality, not brittle, less moth, aging resistance, will not fade, so the rice paper has the reputation of "paper longevity for a thousand years", the main material sandalwood and straw, cotton and other proportional mixture.

Xiao Yiyi squatted on Luo Zhaoyun's side, very close, his eyes eagerly focused on the other party's posture of lifting the pen and moistening the ink, looking forward to the blank rice paper, wondering, what masterpiece would he write in the next moment?

Luo Zhaoyun glanced at Miss Xiao, who was wearing men's clothes but handsome and flawless, as long as she moved forward a little, she could touch her fragrant body, and looked down, her bright eyes looked forward to Shengyan under her slender curved eyebrows, her long and beautiful neck was even more seductive, her snow skin was exposed a little, and a faint fragrance was inhaled into the tip of her nose.

Xiao Yiyi waited for a moment, but when she didn't see him put down the pen, she raised her head, and her beautiful eyes stared at Luo Zhaoyun's face again.

At this time, Luo Zhaoyun and her eyes were like-eyed, elegant smile, polite, and then began to write, in recent years, due to hard practice of spearmanship, fingers are strong, and a few years of learning Sui Dynasty regular script, the pen skills are good, such as the dragon and snake from the land, vigorous and powerful.

"The mist is thick and the clouds are sad for eternity, and the brain is a golden beast. The festive season is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn kitchen, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrating. After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves. Mo Dao does not kill the soul. The curtain rolls the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers......"

This is a song "Drunken Flower Yin" by Li Qingzhao, a talented woman in the Song Dynasty, which is also relatively popular and has a connection with Chongyang

When Li Qingzhao wrote this poem, shortly after getting married, he expressed his feelings of missing her husband during the Double Ninth Festival. Legend has it that after Qingzhao sent this word to Zhao Mingcheng, Mingcheng's heart for the test was great, so he didn't see it for three nights, and wrote several lyrics, but he didn't win Qingzhao's "Drunken Flower Yin".

Li Dacai uses yellow flowers as a metaphor for people's haggardness, and uses thinness to imply the depth of lovesickness, which has been recited through the ages and endured, and must have its unique inner beauty and superb artistry.

Xiao Yiyi watched Luo Zhaoyun put pen to paper, read word by word, read it again, read it silently, read it aloud, and after chewing it a few times, her eyes lit up, and she admired Luo Zhaoyun's talent more and more.

"Good lyrics, and this kind of word card and rhythm are different from today's long and short sentences, but they are more subtle, the curtain is swept by the west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers, and the description is too good." Xiao Yiyi smiled and sighed, no matter whether the words are suitable for singing or not, it is this kind of artistic conception that is enough to impress many literati.

"Is this one okay?"

Xiao Yiyi pondered for a while, shook her head helplessly, and said: "This poem is good, the name of the capital is not a problem, but if you want to sing it, even if it overlaps twice, the length is still not enough, and the words are novel, even if it is a famous sentence, but the people on the periphery can't understand this connotation, and the influence can't affect more people, and the atmosphere of the venue can't be driven, or it can't win." ”

"I see what you mean." Luo Zhaoyun suddenly realized in his heart, this is a large-scale performance, not a poetry recitation competition, although the famous sentence is good, but it is used in the wrong place, you expect to impress those ordinary people and people of Chang'an, so that people who have not read a book for a few days can understand the profound connotation and meaning of your poems, it is impossible.

It is best to be the kind that is catchy, vulgar and elegant, suitable for all ages, and does not lose the connotation and artistic conception, so that people who understand poetry or not, and who have not learned ancient Chinese, can be infected, which is the most important thing!

It's no wonder that Xiao Yiyi has found a lot of talents, but she can't do it, because the starting point she has to consider exceeds the requirements of previous poetry.

However, Miaoyin Pavilion is famous for its piano skills, and it must be featured in this to launch a program that shocks the audience, combining elegant piano sounds with popular commercial performances, which itself has conflicts and is not easy to coordinate.

Xiao Yiyi was also a little gloomy, she knew very well that this song was already superior, more than a grade higher than the dozen or so songs she included, but even so, it still couldn't meet her needs.

Outside the painting boat, the drizzle continued, Xiuying had closed the red carved wooden windows, and the sound of wind and rain outside was still blowing on the window lattice.

In the boat pavilion, Xiao Yiyi and Luo Zhaoyun both fell into a kind of silence, each with their own thoughts.

Luo Zhaoyun was thinking about it exhaustively, thinking of words and phrases suitable for that kind of scene, sometimes frowning, sometimes meditating, and sometimes raising his head and saying nothing.

Xiao Yiyi was on the side, watching the change of his expression deeply, that kind of deep thought, his eyes were full of wisdom and maturity, which did not match his immature young face, this sense of difference made her interested in Luo Zhaoyun a lot.

It's just that now the difficulties are unsolved, she is also a little absent-minded and depressed, maybe she put too much hope on Luo Zhaoyun just now, and now she is stumped, Xiao Yiyi feels that in the entire Chang'an City, I am afraid that there is no one to find who is better than this young man's poetry.

Will I lose this time? After a defeat, the popularity fell, and in the face of the moon in the Tongque Tower, Feng Chan with red sleeves would be difficult to raise her head?

She was very unwilling in her heart, after all, the fighting methods in the past year have been comparable, and no one can stop her, the three girls have never overpressed her with their talents, stunning appearance, transcendent temperament, public relations skills, etc., but this time, such a big scene, the Double Ninth Festival, the whole city has paid attention, once defeated, the impact is too great.

At this moment, Luo Zhaoyun came back to his senses, his eyes flashed with a bright look, and he smiled: "Yes, this lyric should be suitable for this scene." ”

Xiao Yiyi was awakened, and she was also very excited when she heard the words, and the jade hand took the initiative to hold his arm, and asked curiously: "What kind of poem, it's about to be written, let the concubine see it!" ”

Luo Zhaoyun pretended to be mysterious, smiled slightly, shook his head and said: "If you write it, you can't express it completely, you have to sing it." ”

"Sing it?" Xiao Yiyi was stunned.

"Yes, I'll sing, you play the piano chords along with the soundtrack, how about listening to its lyrics and mood?"

Xiao Yiyi heard that he was going to sing the lyrics in person, it seemed that it was his original, and she couldn't help but be interested, and nodded: "This is not difficult, even if you sing, the concubine will be able to draw out the piano music and rhyme." ”

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