For a long time...... Only then did everyone bring their distant thoughts back to reality!

People who came back to reality began to silently taste this song and this dance!

What kind of lyric is this?

A wonderful word that is too wonderful to describe in words, and all the flowery rhetoric is eclipsed before this wonderful word, and it is difficult to describe the wonderfulness of this word. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The literati on the boat painting boat did not fanatically go to cast silk flowers to Miss Ye Yihan this time. Because after listening to such beautiful lyrics and songs, they need to take their time to reminisce and slowly savor this wonderful feeling. There are also friends who whisper about it, but even if they do, people don't want to talk loudly, for fear of spoiling this wonderful feeling.

Most of the literati and scholars who sail on the boat also have considerable literary skills, and they can taste the artistic conception of this word.

This poem uses the depiction technique of imagery to outline a kind of atmosphere of the bright moon in the sky, the beauty of thousands of miles, and the lonely and distant realm, and integrates the independent mood of his own life with the myths and legends of the past. From the change of the moon, the ups and downs, and the joys and sorrows of life, we can draw the conclusion that everything should not be perfect.

The whole word is conceived as a bold and beautiful show, with Yongyue as the center, expressing the shield and confusion of Youxian "returning" and dancing directly to the "world", leaving desire and entering the WTO, as well as the optimism and good wishes of being comfortable and long-term in life. In the end, it ends with a wide range of feelings, which is the natural expression of the lyricist's feelings.

The lyrics are ambitious, the ideas are novel, and the artistic conception is fresh and picturesque. The charm is victorious, the realm is magnificent, and it has a very high aesthetic value. This word is a good sentence throughout the text, and the artistic conception is beautiful, philosophical, and emotionally moving, which is really a wonderful good word.

Since the Tang Dynasty, after hundreds of years of development of poetry, there are many works with far-reaching artistic conception, but at this time, many poetry works often come to the road of exhaustive resignation and complex changes. And this word is just like going back to basics, concise and clear, but with tactful and gorgeous, fairy spirit.

The literary scene of the Song Dynasty flourished, and all kinds of poems inevitably pursued complexity and exhaustive changes. For example, Yongyue, some arguments even think that if it is Yongyue's poems, then it is best that the words do not even appear in the poems.

However, at the beginning of this poem, there is a question like "when is the bright moon", although it is straightforward, but with the next sentence, it has naturally unfolded the artistic conception, and when it comes to the heavenly palace, the artistic conception of this word will naturally and unobtrusively turn from a murmuring stream to a mountain flowing water. Ethereal, atmospheric, and distant, without the slightest smell of fireworks, a few words, is the refreshing atmosphere of Asgard.

The words and phrases change with the artistic conception, expanding all the way, partial and lightweight, natural, but similar to the style of the literati in the early Tang Dynasty, who were uninhibited and uninhibited, but could not deviate from the theme at all, and the spirit of everyone at the beginning of this water tune song was fully revealed.

And Miss Ye Yihan's novel dance is also unique. Ye Yihan has a long body and wears a white robe, like a white-clothed showman who is suave and graceful, and the jade tree is in the wind.

Under the cold moonlight, alone, dancing, soft with masculinity, delicate with sassy, perfectly set off the artistic conception of the lyrics of this "Water Tune Song Head", the words and dances are brilliant, it is really beautiful.

Originally, Liu Piaopiao danced a "Bai Xun Dance", and everyone had already decided that tonight's Oiran must be Liu Piaopiao. But as soon as Ye Yihan's words came out, his demeanor suddenly completely overshadowed Liu Piaopiao.

Many of the people who had already cast the silk flowers secretly regretted it, and the rest of the people who had not cast the silk flowers just now who were more stable just now flocked to Ye Yihan's flower basket. Ye Yihan stood elegantly beside the flower basket, smiling, and frequently nodded and thanked them one by one.

Zhong Hao and the Gaodeli brothers' silk flowers were also not cast.

Zhong Hao beckoned the two brothers to throw silk flowers.

Gao Deli went to put down the boat on the painting boat with the little bolt and the little pillar. Gao Defu has always been in that trance. It wasn't until Zhong Hao called him again that he came back to his senses.

"Master, I suddenly feel very sorry for my father. In the past, my father was so old and had to work for the restaurant all day long, and not only did I not help, but I also spent all day idle, often making trouble outside, making my father worry, which was really wrong. Alas, it's a pity that there will never be a chance to honor his old man again. Gao Defu said with red circles in his eyes.

Zhong Hao comforted: "Well, the so-called prodigal son will not change his money, help your eldest brother share more things in the future, and live a good life at home, and your father's spirit in the sky will be at ease." Zhong Hao didn't expect that after Ye Yihan sang the lyrics, he could make a former idle person have such an idea, which shows how infectious this song is.

The little bolt and the small pillar rowed a small boat, carrying Zhong Hao and the Gao Deli brothers to the Zuiyun Tower painting boat.

Zhong Hao threw the silk flowers into Ye Yihan's flower basket, looked at Ye Yihan, who thanked him, smiled meaningfully, and said, "Congratulations to Ye Xingshou for the success of tonight's performance." ”

Ye Yihan looked at Zhong Hao's meaningful smile, and naturally understood that he had acted in a bitter love scene when he met him for the first time, and Zhong Hao, who had deceived him, offered words to help.

At that moment, Ye Yihan saluted Zhong Hao's blessing, and looked at Zhong Hao with his eyes and said: "Thanks to the help of the son's wonderful words, the slave family can't help but be grateful, hehe, I hope the son doesn't mind that he deceived the son that day!" ”

"Ye Xingshou will be the new branch Oiran soon, don't you dare to mind in the future!" Zhong Hao didn't mind too much because Ye Yihan played a bitter love scene to himself, so he gave a speech because of pity for the fragrance and jade, but he was quite lucky, otherwise, how could he appreciate such a wonderful song and dance, but he still couldn't help but be a little ridiculous.

"Also, Ye Xingshou must not tell others, I made this word", Zhong Hao continued. Zhong Hao knows his own business, with his own half-hung level of ancient literary skills, if other literati know that he made this poem, then someone will come to him for a competition, and someone will come up with a topic competition on the spot, and he will be exposed immediately.

"Just now, Master Zhao from the county came to throw silk flowers, and asked who made this word, and the slave family had already told him."

"Uh...... Am I going to be famous soon? Zhong Hao couldn't help but feel a little depressed, and even replaced himself with me. also blamed herself for being careless, and forgot to tell her not to tell others when she left that day. Alas, I have always wanted to be a low-key person, make money in a high-profile manner, and live a peaceful and stable life in Da Song.

"Isn't it good to be famous?" Ye Yihan asked a little strangely. Talented people come to the poetry meeting with their masterpieces, don't they just want to be famous. She has seen a lot of literati racking their brains to get into camps, wanting to be famous.

"What's so good about being famous?" Zhong Hao asked rhetorically.

Without waiting for Ye Yihan to answer, Zhong Hao continued: "Hehe, fortunately, no one knows that I am Zhong Hao!" "Zhong Hao has very few contacts in Qingzhou, although Master Zhao knows that this poem was made by a person named Zhong Hao, I am afraid that he is also confused, and he doesn't know who this person is.

"Uh......" Ye Yihan found that her brain couldn't turn around, and she felt that she couldn't see the person in front of her even more clearly.