The Mid-Autumn Festival words, since Dongpo's "Water Tune Song Head" came out, and the rest of the words have been abandoned. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info - Hu Zai's "Yuyin Cong Words Later Collection" volume 39

Although it is not the Mid-Autumn Festival now, it is also a bright moonlit night full of silver, and there are no words such as Mid-Autumn Festival and full moon in the words, so Zhang Yu feels that it is not a big problem to take it.

Picking up the wine glass on the table, Zhang Yu sniffed its fragrance while walking in the lobby, causing a burst of exclamations.

"I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dance to figure out how the shadow seems to be in the world. ”

"This ...... Is it poetry? Or is it a song? ”

"Each sentence is uneven, long and short, like a poem but not a poem, like a song but not a song, I have never seen such a style."

"But like his seven words, his quality is like a wild imagination, his thoughts are like antelope hanging horns, and he has nothing to say, but he really thinks it's good."

Zhang Yu had enough shock to everyone this night, so that no matter how unreasonable his performance was, some dissenters did not dare to attack him en masse.

"Turn to Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly.

There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye?

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete.

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

The words stopped, and when the room was silent, only Cai Yan's eyes became brighter and brighter.

"You say, 'Is that a word?' What's the name of this one? ”

"Exactly. This song is called "When is the Bright Moon", and the water tune song is the name of the word brand. ”

"Father, this poem, no, this kind of word is suitable for playing as a feasting song, and it has some meaning of Yuefu poetry, but it is more deliberate, and it sounds quite different."

The layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway. The lyrics are poems filled in for the feast and music, with a fixed tone, a fixed number of sentences, and a fixed sound of the words.

However, now that the seven words are vulgar and not welcomed, Yuefu poetry is in front of the pearl and jade, and this kind of word that seems to be not up to the same level is accepted in this era, Zhang Yu is not sure.

What he worries about is not the opinion of the common people, there are few literate people, so naturally what is good to listen to, what is good to sing, and what can be popular.

The key is that whether or not they can accept this "word" that was ahead of its time is the most important factor in determining the status of the word.

That's why Zhang Yu will come up with one of the best lyrics in his mind, "Water Tune Song Head", if he can use Cai Yan's hand to carry forward the lyrics and tunes, then it is not impossible to make "Song Ci" popular in advance.

"Cai's eyes are like torches, this kind of words are originally composed for music, divided according to the structure of the movement, beaten according to the song as sentences, and used words according to the music, Yu called it 'filling in the words according to the sound, but this one is completed by Yu independently.'" ”

Wang Cang found a pen and paper from nowhere, and was copying Zhang Yu's words, and there was a discussion on the spot.

"This banquet is simply for him Zhang Yu!" Wang Tang was a little depressed, and lifted the small wine jug to prepare for a booze, where is the fine wine in his throat? Almost squirted out.

What Cai Yong cares about most is not the level of this poem.

He cares about words, this new genre.

"Zhang Lang, what is the name of this brand?"

"Hui Zhonglang, as Yu Fangcai said, words are written for music. The word plate is the format of the word, that is, the name of the tune.

Different word cards have regulations on the total number of sentences, the number of sentences, the number of words of each sentence, and the level. ”

"There is more than one brand name?"

"Exactly, just like the word card of "Water Tune Song Head", it represents the level and format of this poem, and "When Will the Bright Moon Exist" is the real name of this poem."

"In other words, if we want to compose lyrics, we also need to write them according to the prescribed rules of the "Water Tune Song Head", and then use another name after making it?"

As soon as Cai Yong finished asking, before Zhang Yu could answer, the young scribe on the side asked: "In Xia Liang Cheng, I love this song "When Will the Bright Moon Exist" very much. The concept of this word sounds fresh and interesting, Cheng wants to try it, here I ask Zhang Lang, how many brand names are there? ”

Zhang Yu replied with a smile: "Yu is still being sorted out, but it is probably inseparable from the following categories: continue to use the title of Yuefu poem or the name of the music, such as "Liuzhou Song Head".

Take a few words from the masterpiece, such as "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix".

According to a certain historical figure or allusion, such as "Huanxi Sha".

When you are famous for words, you can make your own word cards, so that everyone in the world can compose lyrics with the rhythm of Qing! ”

This temptation is not small, most of the literati are light on profits, but how many people can not be famous? As soon as these words came out, Zhang Yu felt that the temperature in the hall was gradually rising.

"May I ask Zhang Lang, this word has never appeared before, forgive me for being reckless, I don't know how to start, can you teach me?"

"Since ancient times, all stylistic forms have passed the test of time, washed away the dross little by little, enriched the essence, and perfected in the hands of countless sages and masters before they can become the right way." Ruan Yu continued, his tone unpredictable. "Do you Zhang Yu think that with your own strength, you can complete its long road in a hundred years?"

Furthermore, this word is circulated through music, and it is inherently shorter than the poem, which is more difficult to accept than the seven words, and there are still many requirements, and it is far inferior compared with the natural casualness of Yuefu.

Zhang Lang didn't think Yu was straightforward, this word was difficult to peek at. ”

"I'm going to write a book." Zhang Yu did not respond positively.

"A book dedicated to the introduction of words, from the name of the word brand to the rhythm, brought this genre into the literary world. All the princes here will have gifts in the future, and it will not be too long. ”

One stone stirs up a thousand waves.

"Writing a book? What is the background of this Zhang Yu? ”

"Publishing a book requires not only strong talent, but also a high reputation——"

Zhang Yu said: "At that time, when you read this book, you will definitely understand the concept of the genre of words. Although its format is not as neat and rigorous as the poem, the length is not as majestic as the Fu, and the content is not as free and casual as the Yuefu poetry, Yu thinks that it can be regarded as a combination of the strengths of the texts and must have its own unique charm.

I also hope that if you are interested, you can witness the rise of the words with Yu, and then work together to correct the name of the seven words. ”

"If he can make seven words, he can become a master of the literary world.

Who knows, this young man's ambition is even greater than the old man thinks, he actually wants to create an original style?

seems to be an absurd and uninhibited idea, if others say that it is to stop laughing, but Zhang Yu's words......

Let's just say that Fang Cai's "Water Tune Song Head" is modified into five or seven words, and it can definitely be called an immortal work.

Zhang Lang, Zhang Lang, how talented are you? ”

Cai Yong has read more than 10,000 volumes, is the most famous Confucian in the world, and has seen a lot of Tianjiao wizards in his life, but he has never admired a junior so much.

is not only because of his peerless appearance, but also because of Zhang Yu's whole temperament and literary brilliance, which are in harmony with each other, and he has both talent and talent.

He vaguely felt that this was a person who could create a new era, with his seven words, with his words, with the infinite possibilities he had.

"Zhang Lang, what Yuan Yu said, you should still consider that a good style and a good poem are two different things, and they flourish with their own strength and the power of a generation, and they have never existed." As an elder, Cai Yong still gave his own advice.

"Although we have not seen the ancients before, how can we know that we will not see those who will come after us? In the past, my Chinese ancestors made the sunrise and sunset, took the sky as the tent, took the earth as the bed, and sang in the wilderness but left only a few words, how could they think of the prosperity of poetry today?

In this world, there must always be people who dare to be the first in the world, although Yu is not talented, he is willing to be a pioneer! ”

"Good!" This compliment came from most of the people present.

"If this book is completed, the old man will write a preface for you."

"Xie Cai Zhonglang!" Cai Yong's statement really moved Zhang Yu, there is no shortage of money in the Zhang family, and the official can also go to Yuan Shao for help, but this fame is the most important and rare.

Looking at him gratefully, Zhang Yu walked back to the desk and sat down.

"If there is really a day when the genre of words flourishes, it will gradually be separated from music and become an independent genre, and it will not be difficult for Yu to be the same as the public!"

Drinking the wine, I only felt that this sake seemed to be sweet, and I was about to talk to Xu Gan on the side, only to hear Ruan Yu on the other side smile and say:

"Zhang Yu's talent, Yu is convinced, if my teacher is the most knowledgeable person in my heart, then you Zhongshan Yulang can be regarded as the most talented person in my heart, and it is no wonder that there is no doubt that they are competing with each other, this glass of wine, I respect you!" Ruan Yu felt a little bit of a grudge.

"Brother Xie Ruan."

"Where can the old man talk about being knowledgeable, but he has read more books, and he has accumulated over time. It's just that Zhang Yu is indeed unique. If the young talents I see share a stone of talent, Zhang Lang, you are enough to divide the eight buckets. ”