Tang Mi choked his throat, and with a voice that he could only hear, he recited the song "Linjiang Immortal" twice over and over again. I only felt that the swallows flying obliquely and the cool spring breeze turned into a wisp of soft silk, binding the viscera and six organs together.

Then he strangled it so hard that he could barely breathe.

The wisps go deep into the bone marrow, like a knife like a thorn, or pain or pain, or numbness or itching, clear and profound, but there is no way to grasp.

When the last sentence "the bright moon was there, and the clouds returned", the silk strands that had been taut suddenly shattered, and with the lilac petals in the rain, they fell on the softest place in the heart. Iron the heart that has been mixed as before.

"It turns out that Wu Jiegongzi's poems are so good, it's ridiculous that I Tang Mi still wants to catch a knife for him, it's really embarrassing." In addition to being happy, a face was slightly hot.

Look at the young man in white clothes fluttering, his expression is so bright. Although his appearance is ordinary, he does not let Wei Jin be virtuous. I vaguely feel that only such a man is worthy of my Tang Mi.

Merry as Wu Shizhen, Yu Zi is just a guinea dog!

Seeing Miss Tang standing there stupidly, like a nightmare, Xiaohuan didn't understand poetry, and couldn't help asking, "Miss, Wu Dasha...... How is Wu Gongzi's lyrics? The servant saw him singing and dancing, like a clown, and he was probably embarrassed again. ”

Tang Mi came to his senses at this time, waved his sleeves, turned around and left, only sighed faintly: "If Wu Shizhen's word came out earlier, no one would dare to come forward to offer ugliness." The song "Linjiang Immortal", in front of "Rolling Yangtze River East Passing Water", and then there is "Returning to Caiyun", which has written this word card. Perhaps, a hundred years later, there are still people who are happy to talk about this scene. ”

……

The entire hall was silent, there was no noise, and there was no earth-shattering cheer when Wu Lun's words came out before, and the mockery that was still hanging on everyone's faces had been replaced by shock and jaw-dropping.

Wu Lun's words can still be applauded, and Wu Jie's "The bright moon was there at that time, and the clouds returned" came out, and everyone didn't know how to cheer.

What he read just now was the works of Yan Jidao in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Yan Jidao is the seventh son of Yan Shu, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, and is known as Xiao Yan. There are more than 200 poems handed down, except for three long tunes, the rest are all small orders, and his small orders developed to a peak in the middle of the Northern Song Dynasty. Xiaolingci is nostalgic for the past and expresses sorrow, which can move people's hearts the most. In particular, this song "Reading Power of Falling Flowers, Micro Swift Double, Flying" is his masterpiece, which is called Jiuqu Ileum, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a famous article through the ages.

In fact, there are many excellent works in "Linjiang Immortal" in Song Ci. For example, Li Qingzhao's "The courtyard is deep and deep," and Qin Guan's "Thousands of miles of Xiaoxiang and Lanpu".

Especially in Li Qingzhao's song, "Who knows if the strong fragrance blows, the warm wind is late, don't go to the apricot blossom fertilizer." "It's even more graceful and beautiful.

It's just that Li Yi'an is a woman, and if Wu Jie uses her words, the taste will inevitably be a little wrong. As for Qin Guan, and even Su Shi's works, not only are they not very good, but they are also not very good. Only Xiao Yan's poem is here to coincide, and the best thing is that the names of Xiao Feng and Caiyun are also embedded.

Because the Ming Dynasty in this different world did not have the nourishment of Tang and Song poems, the literati sang poetry and harmony, and they still followed the path of palace poetry of the Sui and Wei dynasties. Even the Yuan song is very good, but it is a little vulgar, and the elegance is not enough.

Yang Shen's poem "The Green Mountains Are Still There, Several Degrees of Sunset Red" is heroic and desolate, and it has been a first-rate work from Sui to the present, and ordinary people believe that even if it is forced to do it, it may not be able to surpass Xiao Yang's bachelor. didn't expect the word Wu Jie to take the so-called small and fresh path in the modern population. The two poems, one vigorous and majestic, and the other graceful and elegant, are perfectly combined and complement each other.

This is the swan song of the ages.

After reading this poem "Linjiang Immortal", Wu Jie rolled up the flying long sleeves, gathered them together, and saluted Wen Tongzhi and others headed by him, and said: "Farewell!" ”

Then he walked out the door in style.

Everyone was still in a petrified state, but no one thought about anything, and no one stopped Wu Jie.

In the distance, Wu Jie's loud laughter came: "Wu Jie had to be unable to do it in the last game, and he disdained it." It's just a song about the Yangtze River and the Three Gorges, so what's so difficult. Wu Jie got another limerick poem, and Bo Jun and the others laughed. ”

"The wind is hurrying, and the ape is crying,

Nagisa Qingsha white bird flew back.

Boundless falling wood Xiao Xiaoxiao,

The Yangtze River is rolling in endlessly.

Thousands of miles of sad autumn are often guests,

More than a hundred years of illness appeared on stage alone.

Hardship, bitterness, frost and sideburns,

Pour a new turbid wine glass. ”

……

The voice is vigorous and long, but there is an indescribable sadness. can be savored carefully, which also carries a kind of understanding that sees the heat and coldness of the world and the loneliness of unpaid ambition in the chest.

The song "Linjiang Immortal" just now is graceful and timeless, and it is the soft chant of the young man in white.

This poem is a vicissitudes of life of an old man trekking hard in the winding plank road of the Three Gorges, with the river rushing under his feet and the eternal blue sky above his head.

A long sigh: The deceased is like a husband, like this endless flowing water, reluctant to give up day and night.

The young man in white and the old man who broke the world strangely converged on such a person.

……

The sound of a long groan was endless, but it could not be heard.

Wu Jie had disappeared into the bright moonlight.

After being silent for a long time, Wen Tongzhi suddenly sighed: "If this is a limerick, where will it put others?" ”

As soon as the words fell, a scholar stood up with a blushing face, walked quickly to Wen Tongzhi and the others, picked out his own manuscript from the case, and tore it to pieces: "Wu Shizhen is talented, with his excellent works in front, this little thing written by Xiaosheng is really unsightly." It's ridiculous that I used to ridicule it to the fullest, and now that I think about it, it's really embarrassing. Xiaosheng never speaks poetry in this life. ”

"There is a son in Shu, Wu Shizhen, who dares to speak out about poetry?" A few more open-minded scholars stood up and walked over, tore up their manuscripts, and waved them in front of Wen Tongzhi and the others in turn, but without saying a word, they turned around and left.

"Open-minded, with the style of the ancients, I am a good scholar in Chengdu. As soon as Wu Jie's poems come out, after a thousand years, someone will definitely remember all kinds of things tonight. Wen Tongzhi laughed, turned his head to Master Tang and said, "Tang Ne, I heard that Wu Jie is your future son-in-law." Miss Tang Mi of your Tang family is already a talented woman in Sichuan, a generation of cultural masters of Yang Zong. There are also Yang Ge Lao and Xiao Yang students who passed away. The context of my Bashu has gathered in your home, which is really enviable. Since Wu Jie has such a peerless talent, why did you want to bomb him out before. Is he afraid that he will steal the limelight from other scholars? ”

Hearing Master Wen mention that Wu Jie was his son-in-law, he remembered that he had scolded him a lot before, and even asked someone to blast him out. Master Tang's face and neck were spicy, and his Adam's apple rolled for a long time, so embarrassed that he couldn't speak.

Seeing that Tang Ne was full of shame, Professor Fuxue laughed in his heart, and said: "It seems that this Wu Festival is well deserved, everyone has no opinion." ”

Wu Lun, who was standing there, trembled: "He has to be the first...... No...... No......"

Wen Tongzhi smiled, ignored Wu Lun, and said to the professor: "There must be no problem for Wu Jie to enter the top fourteen, whether to take the first place, you have to ask Miss Caiyun." ”

"Yes, the lower official forgot about this." The professor nodded.

At this time, the sound of the lute sounded again, and then the song of the cloud-piercing stone:

"After the dream, the building is locked,

The curtain hangs low.

When he hated it in the spring,

reading power of the fallen flowers,

Micro swift double, flying ......"

The song "Linjiang Immortal" ended, and then it was "Boundless falling trees and Xiao Xiaoxiao, endless Yangtze River rolling!" ”

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