In the spring courtyard of the small courtyard, the flowers are turned in the shade when you sleep. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The delicate and elegant courtyard separates the hustle and bustle of the world's fireworks, and the patio made of blue brick walls is sprinkled with the soft light of the early morning, the swaying rattan chairs and steaming tea, and the deep and smoke-filled corridors and willow smoke. The middle-aged man with slightly closed eyes felt the tranquility of Tsing Yi Lane.

The sudden sound of silk and bamboo flowed into his ears like a trickle, interrupting his closed eyes and resting. Zhang Xun opened his eyes and glanced at Chen Zhongqing's mansion across the wall.

Poetry, piano sound, tea fragrance, all available.

"The smoke locks the Qin Building, and after the drizzle makes the wine dusk, whether the begonia flowers are still the same, it should be the green, fat, red and thin."

"Acacia causes sorrow, the sun curtain hook is lazy to comb your hair, not the sad autumn is new to thin, and the flowers are floating and flowing freely."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhang Xun, who had always spoken out and did not change color, stood up suddenly, he walked quickly to the corner, a blue brick wall could not stop his curiosity, standing there alone, pricking up his ears and listening quietly. A flick of Xie Peony, a sketch of spring hatred. The sound of strings and bamboo has a long history. In the deep spring and the resentment, Huangmei quietly climbed on the branches.

Zhang Xun's face is fused, and the rhythm and poetry are also widely dabbled, and the performances and singing of the side door are endless. He is not a corrupt Confucian, and although his deviant piano playing cannot be put on the stage, he also has an appreciative tolerance. The melody is cutting-edge and aggressive, and with rare good phrases, it is not limited to the harsh format of the name, and it is also a masterpiece.

Deviant, yet worthy of appreciation.

A wonderful song did not appear in the Qinglou of the art museum, but it circulated in a small courtyard that does not eat the fireworks of the world, no matter how you look at it, there is a pity that the heavens are ruined.

"Alone in a light boat, the rain and wind suddenly add new sorrows, the heavy sleep does not kill the residual wine, how many things do you want to talk about."

"The brocade book is no longer in Guiyan, but it is still the same, I drank the tenderness of last night in the cup."

"Wonderful, wonderful, that's a good word." The corners of Zhang Xun's mouth outlined a playful smile, he stroked his beard, and suddenly said with a smile, "I have never heard such a chic way of singing, and it is an eye-opener to live for half a lifetime." I don't know who lives next door? This Hangzhou city is becoming more and more hidden. I haven't seen the little friend I met in the tea shop for a long time, and I don't know how he is doing? ”

Zhang Xun still felt a little regretful when he thought of Chen Zhongqing, he originally thought that he lived in Tsing Yi Lane, and he should be able to meet him at the entrance of the alley every three or five days, but after three or four days, he never met him in the tea shop again. The original wish to invite him to participate in the next Hangzhou poetry meeting also failed.

The amazing juniors should not be so silent. He had the intention of being Bole and wanted to be promoted, but unfortunately Maxima couldn't meet him.

The sun had climbed to the top of the treetops, and the subordinate walked slowly towards Zhang Xun, and was about to open his mouth to let the master eat, but he waved his hand to interrupt.

Zhang Xun's eyes were slightly closed, feeling the softness of the rhythm, but a song of resentment was sung by the male voice with a different taste.

He whispered, "Don't make a noise, get out, I'm listening." “

The subordinate had no choice but to stand on tiptoe and exit the courtyard. The old man has a strange temper, and he is almost obsessed with the rhythm of poetry, and no one dares to disturb his Yaxing at this time.

"Only then did I frown, but I was on my heart, who thought of me staring at me all day long. The curtain rolls in the west wind, waking up old dreams, who is thinner than yellow flowers. ”

"After waking up from the dream, I didn't see the red crisp hands, whose hosta head was on the table. Searching, seeking, like a dream, not a dream, where are you waiting. ”

The strings are closed, the sun is dappled, and the breeze is blowing.

Zhang Xun opened his eyes, not caring at all about the rain and dew in the courtyard wetting his boots. He hurried out the door, his expression still carrying a hint of longing and excitement.

Word work, artistic conception, unconventional. A long sentence is a long sentence that can be regarded as a rare good sentence. Although the words seem to be done by a woman, in his eyes, there is no distinction between high and low talent. He wanted to know who the guy who lived next door was the Crouching Tiger?

Chen Zhongqing finished playing this Yi'an poem, exhaled deeply, and let himself come back to his senses from the scope of the artistic conception he created. Fortunately, there is no Liu Yong, no Li Qingzhao, and no group of talented people who are talented enough to always pay attention to whether their poems have been plagiarized and stolen. Otherwise, if they let them know that they are so cool as a copyist, it is estimated that the poet's coffin board will not be able to hold it down.

"Chen Gongzi ......"

Song Wanwan hesitated for a moment and asked, "The singing of this song and ...... I've never heard of it. Could the rhythm of this song be a bit off-track? ”

If the ambush on all sides brought her a majestic and awe-inspiring amazement, this unknown tune has the ingenuity of a genius, does not go along with the world, and is a family of its own.

Chen Zhongqing was very generous, he said, "This word is also an occasional acquisition, if Miss Song thinks that the lyrics and tunes are very good, you can modify it slightly and play and sing." Anyway, if it is put in my hands, it will also make the pearl dusty and useless. ”

This word is a revolutionary attempt, and the rhythm of the narrow opera is not elegant, but the victory lies in the wordwork, but the sentences are exquisite.

Just when Song Wanwan didn't know how to speak, a familiar figure appeared at the door, and when he saw Chen Zhongqing holding the pipa in his arms, he was overjoyed, and he didn't care about the identity of the Hangzhou commentator, so he stepped forward quickly and stepped into the courtyard.

Fortunately, Lao Jia forgot to lock the door when he came back, so Chen Zhongqing and Zhang Xun were able to meet on such an unexpected occasion.

"Zhongqing Xiaoyou, it turns out that you live next door to me, hahahaha, it's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it. If it weren't for the amazing pipa playing of your hand, which attracted the old man, I am afraid that I would have been kept in the dark. ”

Chen Zhongqing raised his head with a hearty laugh and saw the middle-aged man who had met in a hurry at the tea shop that day. After a few days of inquiry, I know that his name is Zhang Xun, and it is said that the poems have reached the point where the mountains are uplifted, and future generations cannot look at them.

He returned the pipa to Song Wanwan, got up to greet Zhang Xun, and said respectfully with his hands arched on his sleeves, "Master Zhang, I didn't expect to see you here today." ”

Zhang Xun said with a smile, "It's fate, fate." ”

There was more laughter and laughter in the cold courtyard, and Song Wanwan stepped aside very knowingly, standing quietly in place without speaking. A geisha like her could not speak on an equal footing with those dignitaries, so she could only humbly step aside and listen respectfully.

She didn't dare to ask for anything anymore, Chen Zhongqing casually gave such a wonderful poem to herself, saying that scholars cherish fame and gold, but how many people in Hangzhou City are like him, who use their talents to spend money?

Even the beautiful talent girl on the Hangzhou Rouge list does not have such treatment.

Zhang Xun looked around at the four walls of Chen Zhongqing's house, and felt that it was inappropriate to speak here, so he sincerely invited the other party to his mansion, "If you don't dislike it, can you move to the cold house and sit down?" ”

Song Wanwan heard that it was not suitable for her to continue to stay here, so she hurriedly gave a blessing to Chen Zhongqing and that "Master Zhang", and got up to say goodbye.

"Chen Gongzi, take your leave, he will be free in the future, and the slave family will come to ask you for advice."

Chen Zhongqing didn't keep it, but personally sent Song Wanwan out of the door. Zhang Xun walked out with Chen Zhongqing, and the two came to the next courtyard together, and at this time he had already made a pot of tea on the stone table in the courtyard.

Pour tea and raise a glass. After the politeness, Zhang Xun couldn't wait to ask, "Zhongqing Xiaoyou, the words you sang just now are wonderful sentences?" ”

"In my spare time, I got it by chance." Chen Zhongqing smiled indifferently and explained, "It's Lord Zhang's name, which is like thunder in Hangzhou City, and there are few scholars who don't know how to judge Lord Zhang Xun. In the past, if the younger generation behaved inappropriately, please bear with Master Zhang. ”

Zhang Xun took a deep breath, if this is a clever trick in his spare time, then most of the scholars in Hangzhou City have to find a hole to get into in shame.

However, Chen Zhongqing's silent sycophant was very useful to Zhang Xun, he smiled, and his face was proud, "Where, where, I just happened to write one or two poems,"

Thinking of the previous business, Zhang Xun hurriedly said, "By the way, Hangzhou City will hold a word review next month." I wonder if Zhongqing Xiaoyou is willing to participate? Presumably, with your literary talent, this year's poetry meeting in Hangzhou will be very exciting. ”

When Chen Zhongqing heard this, he paused to raise his glass, he seemed to be thinking about what kind of prestige this invitation could bring him?

There is also an unspoken secret, that is, he wants to use Chen Zhongqing's literary brilliance to suppress Li Lanting's limelight. In the past few years, the juniors who have come out of his hands have always taken over the tanhua and the list, and it is time to come up with a scholar who is superior in literature and talent to steal the limelight from the other party.

Chen Zhongqing didn't know these secrets, he thought about it for a while, picked up the porcelain cup, and nodded and agreed to Zhang Xun's invitation.

"Okay, please take care of Master Zhang when the time comes."

"This is nature, a thousand miles of horses should gallop on the battlefield, how can there be birth, old age, sickness and death in the stable."

Zhang Xun could even imagine the embarrassment of those people at the appraisal meeting, he patted his thigh, didn't care about his gaffe at all, and showed a look of eagerness, "In this case, Zhongqing Xiaoyou will have a poetry meeting at that time, and we will see you there." ”

Chen Zhongqing held the teacup and nodded, he didn't realize that he had taken over the next battle between the fingertips of the Hangzhou City Scholars, he just smiled and said, "Okay, see you or leave." ”

(Li Qingzhao's poems in the text are excerpted from the lyrics of the song "Li Qingzhao", the tune is average, the lyrics are quite original, in line with the background of the times, and the author has slightly modified and added it to the text)