Hearing Concubine Li say such words, Wu Jie knew that she was very pleased with Yan Shifan's five-character poem just now. Although she also knows that the poems in Wu Jie's "Stone Records" are very well written, in her opinion, they are also between the best and the best, and they may not be able to win steadily.

At this time, no matter how modest it is, it is useless.

Wu Jie laughed, Suo let go of his wanderings, picked up the cup on the table, drank it all in one gulp, and said, "It seems that Niangniang has no confidence in Wu Jie?" According to Wu Jie, Xiao Yan's poem just now is pure and moaning, full of ingenuity, and he is worried about the new poetry, which is far from the poet's avenue! Listening to such a verse is also dirty to the ears. Today, Xiao Yan wants to compete with Wu Jie, exposing his shortcomings, which is really sympathetic! ”

"It's a good one to say that he is worried about the new poetry, but he also got to the point." Concubine Li's eyes lit up, she thought for a while, and said, "To tell the truth, Yan Donglou's poem just now is naturally very well written, and it makes people can't make mistakes." But when I read it, I always felt that something was missing. It is said that this kind of poem that expresses parting feelings is really well written, and reading it makes people feel sorry for their hearts. But Yan Donglou's poem, how to say it, the emotions of the lonely family can't be mobilized. ”

Gui Yuan interjected: "Niangniang is right, Xiangyue sang well just now, and the slave also likes it, but what is said in the poem, I can't remember it now." ”

As he spoke, a whimpering sound floated softly.

It's like a mist that suddenly rises in the middle of the plum forest, with a faint fragrance of flowers, inadvertently enveloping you.

Needless to say, this must be Yiyi's performance.

The voice was very low, like a whisper of a departing person, and like a woman in a grumbling voice, leaning on the windowsill, looking at the hazy back in the distance.

But this kind of music has a strong penetrating power, no matter where you are in the yard, it is a sound in your ears.

The guests who were drinking quieted down at the same time, and subconsciously listened intently, for fear of missing a note.

Concubine Li and Guiyuan, who were still talking just now, both looked shocked and sat up straight.

Wu Jie praised in his heart, although this Yiyi is not very cute, this hand hole flute is really good!

When he looked up, he saw that there were already three small round stools on the small stage in front of him.

Yiyi had already sat on the stool, and the old man Gui lifted a tooth board and struck two rhythms "deservedly", and pulled the huqin in his hand.

The sound of the music is immediately rich and layered, and it seems that two voices are intertwined with each other.

It seems to be a man and a woman, standing on the side of the ancient road, outside the long pavilion, saying goodbye with tears in their eyes.

The woman's man was reluctant to give up, and his bowels were soft. The man let out a long sigh and soothed carefully.

As soon as the audience heard the music, they realized at the same time: it turned out to be the lyrics of the tune, and it seemed that Caiyun was going to sing the lyrics. It seems that the lyricist behind her has been prepared, but she doesn't know how well the words are done, so don't mistake the good Dong Xiao and Huqin of the two people on the stage.

At this time, Caiyun walked out with the pipa in his arms, sat on the empty stool in the middle, gently stroked his hand on the strings, and opened his mouth lightly in the continuous music like a ball, and sang: "The cold cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning." ”

Caiyun's singing voice is a little more vigorous than when she was in Chengdu half a year ago, and her skills are more mature. The voice is much thicker than before, but it has a little more magnetic beauty.

Suddenly, some scholars and officials nodded one after another, secretly comparing Caiyun with Xiangyue's voice.

To be honest, there is nothing surprising about the opening sentence of the lyrics of the song sung by Caiyun, which is a foreshadowing that describes the evening scenery after the late autumn rains.

Sure enough, there is nothing unique about the second sentence: "The capital tent has no clue, and the nostalgia is place, and the blue boat is urging." ”

The autumn acquaintance screamed bleak and sad, facing the twilight approaching the long pavilion, a rainstorm had just stopped. There is a tent outside the gate to drink, and we have no intention of drinking, and when it is difficult to give up, Lan Zhou urges us to set off.

If it weren't for the fact that the music was really good and Caiyun's voice was also very good, everyone would have dispersed a long time ago.

However, the beginning of this word is not very well written, but it is certain.

Whoever writes it is not necessarily better than the author.

Some people were just about to look disdainful, but their hearts moved. Although these two sentences are ordinary white descriptions, they explain the ins and outs of the story in the words of the scenery after the rain at dusk.

Immediately took a breath of cold air and felt the power in it.

Creation, whether it is writing poems and lyrics, or composing, there are two ways to do it. The first is addition, try to explain things from beginning to end, and explain everything clearly in detail, so that people do not have ambiguity. Although it is appropriate to write in this way, it lacks charm.

The other is subtraction, which strives to remove dispensable and irrelevant content from the theme, leaving a large blank space for reverie and reflection.

The advantage of this is that the aftertaste is long, and there is a spirit and agility in the text.

But can ordinary people write about this kind of ingenious technique?

Even Concubine Li, who was beside Wu Jie, lowered her head and thought about it slightly, and immediately changed her face.

It was too late, but it was too fast, and this was just a fleeting thought in everyone's hearts.

Caiyun then sang this song: "Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, I was speechless and choked.

Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the twilight is heavy and the sky is wide. ”

Holding hands and staring at each other with teary eyes, they choked in their throats and couldn't say anything. I want to say goodbye this time, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, twilight clouds are dim, and the southern sky is boundless and vast.

Yes, the poem plagiarized by Wu Jie is Liu Yong's masterpiece "Yulin Bell" in the Song Dynasty, in which all kinds of bleak and cold autumn scenery are used to set off and render the farewell of the youth, and draw a picture of the parting of the autumn river. "Holding hands and looking at the tears in the eyes, I was speechless and choked", the reluctance of the lover when they were separated was depicted in a white way, and the relative wordlessness was depicted in detail, although the sentence was simple, but it overlapped step by step, bringing the audience into the atmosphere step by step.

Every classic poem is alive, a world of reading, as long as you sink into it, it is impossible to escape its conquest.

In fact, all the words are divided into two pieces. The scene is written in the upper film, and the lyrical scene is in the lower film.

This is also the reason why the song "Yulin Bell" is not so amazing, but after thinking about it carefully, I was stunned to find that the scenery of men and women after the autumn river rain appeared so vividly in front of my eyes, which made people's palms slightly cold and sour in my heart.

Although Yan Shifan's poem just now was well written, it did not have such a strong sense of picture.

also writes about sorrow, but in terms of picture description, it is already a judgment.

(To be continued)