Fu Bi was a little displeased, the so-called copying is ghostwriting, which will be shamed in the future, and even more shameful at this time. Without evidence, it can't be nonsense. Like many poems written in the morning, some of them were ghostwritten and not seen by Zheng Lang alone, but no one had anything to say.

You know whether you are warm or cold, and you know what is good or bad. There are clever people, even outsiders can't see it. But it's ghostwriting, remember, what is your identity? No matter how good you are, you are also a young lady, a literati, how can you accuse casually? said: "Little lady, don't talk nonsense, Fang Caimou can see it very clearly, this son and Chen Siniang are clearly not familiar." If you are not familiar with it, how do you know that she is playing "Yangguan Three Stacks"? ”

Without this tune, the poem would be off-topic!

Lou Yan didn't know him, otherwise at this time, as Yan Shu's son-in-law, he had been in Luoyang since he was a child because of his talent and reputation, and Luoyang was not far from Zhengzhou, so he would change his attitude. Walking into the misunderstanding, people who don't know each other must not be remarkable. But he had the bearing, so he still spoke politely, and said: "Lang Jun, it is clear that he hooked up with Chen Siniang, so he redeemed her for her." Therefore, I learned in advance that she would play this piece and let people write the poem. ”

There is quite a market, otherwise why would Zheng Lang redeem her? See no, the posture is so mediocre, and the age is so old. There are also some people who believe this statement.

This poem really has to be picky, and it will also pick out some faults, such as the lack of compactness, and the transition of each scene between the three paragraphs is a little loose. The sense of hierarchy is also insufficient, look at Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring Flower River Moonlit Night", advancing layer by layer, and the realm is beautiful. There are ups and downs, there is momentum, there is rhythm, but ups and downs are not layers, and they are also flaws in this poem. There is also a majestic and magnificent poetry, but it is guilty of the common problem of strong poetry, which is more than majestic, and the rhyme is lacking. Fortunately, the last few sentences were over, and the aftermath was over, and this defect was corrected a lot, which made Fan Zhongyan cheer. I look at poetry, not people.

However, the poetry of the entire Song Dynasty was coming to an end, and a generation of Tianjiao Su Dongpo later shocked the ages in words and words, articles, but in terms of poetic attainments, it did not reach the height of Li Du. Others can imagine that Song poems are shorter than Tang poems, but they are more than one and two chips. Especially at the beginning of the Song Dynasty, no matter the poems and songs, there were very few that could be mastered, and this super long song appeared, which can be regarded as okay.

And what is commendable is that it was played on the spot, and it was not carved afterwards, otherwise it would be more perfect if it was repaired.

The beautiful words make this poem more complementary.

Long poems, the longer the poem, the more difficult it is to write. How many good poems have appeared in ancient and modern times, but what about good long poems? Yes, "Leaving the Scratch" on the altar does not count. Also, there are "Peacock Flying Southeast", "Mulan Poem", several long ancient poems by Li Bai, several long poems by Luo Binwang, especially "Dijing Chapter", Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring Flower River Moonlit Night", Lu Zhaolin's "Chang'an Ancient Meaning", Du Fu's five-character long poem "Five Hundred Words from Beijing to Fengxian County Yonghuai", "Soldier Carriage Travel" can not be counted, it can only be counted as a novella, and the same as Liu Xiyi's "Baitou Yin". In addition, it is the same poetry style as this son Sandi Yangguan, Bai Juyi's seven-word miscellaneous rhythm "Pipa Xing" and "Long Hate Song". But a good super-long poem, from top to bottom, counting, will never exceed fifty!

The difficulty is high, there are fewer people who write and even fewer people who write well.

This poem is 110 sentences long and 770 words, exceeding the 88 sentences of "Pipa Xing", and almost breaking the record of 120 sentences of "Song of Long Hatred". It's even more difficult.

It's not the key point, the most important thing is age, there are people in the Song Dynasty who can write this poem, but at the age of twelve, they are still improvised on the spot, and they are written in one go...... Don't be too difficult.

It's not nothing, why did it appear on Zheng Jiazi's body?

Many people are not convinced.

There are still people who don't understand.

But they won't hold the idea of being rich, the head Lou Yan is good friends with Gao Yanei, maybe he will be his concubine in the future, but he can't do it, so he can cheat a few pillow money, and at this time he is ugly, and he is fighting for his lover, which is a normal state of mind.

Fu Bi still wanted to speak, but Ma Sihu came over and concisely told Zheng Lang's previous glorious deeds.

Fu Bi is still not convinced, not from everyone's poems and words can see a person's surname, but after all, he is a child, right? The words are free and easy, and the little guy's behavior just now seems to be like this, and the poems are similar. Isn't this a high degree of unity between poetry, words, and people?

With this good hand, you don't need to use other people's poems to make a name for yourself!

Fan Zhongyan smiled slightly, and whispered in his ear: "Yanguo, whether it was written by someone else, sooner or later you will know, it was written by someone else, can you let someone else write it for him for a lifetime, if it is not written by someone else, with this son's talent, how can a young lady slander?" ”

"yes." Fu Bi suddenly woke up, grandma's, what do I have to do with a young lady?

was full of good feelings towards Zheng Lang in his heart, of course, he didn't expect that it was because of this good feeling that the two finally came together (don't get me wrong, like-minded...... ）。

Liu Zhizhou will not take this matter to heart.

If she administers justice, she will bite and hold on, will it be difficult to go to court in this matter? Or catch Lou Yan and beat the twenty boards, and the Song Dynasty did not have this law.

I was thinking about another thing in my heart, and when Zheng Lang was about to put away the pen, he ordered the official not to circulate it, so let everyone take a look. It is estimated that this word, this poem came out, and it was difficult for the people behind it, so it was better for everyone to visit and visit, just in time for lunch. Put away the poem and the words, and rest for a while, otherwise the poetry club will not be able to continue.

After receiving it, it is ready to be dedicated to the old queen of Tokyo.

But he has to confirm his safe surname before offering the good news.

The first one found Zheng Lang's uncle and reproached: "Brother Zhang Xian, you have such a nephew, why don't you mention it to me?" ”

The uncle had a bitter face and said, "Zhizhou, I also said it before. A few couplets from last year, Zhizhou still remembers it vividly, right? ”

"I've heard that."

"It was indeed written by my nephew to make me happy on New Year's Day, but others didn't believe it, saying that I said good things for my nephew. There is also the matter of checking the accounts, I didn't know anything beforehand, it was the accounts he checked, or the accounts that he asked someone to check, I still don't know, and others say that they are the ones I invited. I can't tell it, what should I do? ”

Liu Zhizhou was also speechless.

Let's take a look at his house in a few days.

Zheng Lang also moved here, staring at Lou Yan, not angry, but pitiful, regretful, and finally shook his head.

Then he clapped his hands, turned his head, and began to sing.

In the Song Dynasty, it was not a pretending act, many scholars and doctors liked to sing, and some people sang very beautifully, and even all friends gathered, when they climbed high and had fun, everyone pulled their voices loudly and roared, Wu Shanqing, Yue Shanqing, the green mountains on both sides of the strait greeted each other, who knew the parting feelings?

There are also Su Dongpo's words, some people in the Song Dynasty said that the reason for shame is that in addition to being bold, there are some places that do not conform to the rhythm, and the Song words themselves are a tune, similar to the Book of Songs. However, the pronunciation is changing, and the people of the Song Dynasty must have gotten no music according to the text in the "Book of Songs". According to Mandarin, there is not much difference between Su and Zhou, but according to the Song Dynasty, there is a big difference between the two. The old gentleman was not convinced, and he didn't expect that later generations would list him as the head of the lyricists, write a poem, and revise it while singing it in the house, but the words were not changed, and his new words were being sung all over the city.

This is an era when the common people like to sing, from the scholars to the common people.

But Zheng Lang sang the wrong song, it's a song!

Didn't you say I copied it? I'll sing a later song for you to hear.

The Northern Song Dynasty already had operas, called miscellaneous operas, and even the thirteen parts of the Tokyo Jiaofang only took miscellaneous dramas as the main color, which were generally divided into three sections and four sections, the first section was the Yan section, which was equivalent to the later prologue, the second section was two sections of the main miscellaneous drama, and the third section was a loose drama, a farce with the countryside as the object of fun. It is still mainly based on the following slang and commotion, so the miscellaneous dramas of the Song Dynasty are rarely left in the annals of history.

"I to this waterside forest, build a bamboo fence thatched hut, watch the mountains and play in the water, boring and fishing gossip, I will carry this green willow, ** species, the mountains and forests are picturesque, when I come to see the green mountains, watch the green water, and refer to the falling flowers. Yikes! Lock me up.

The firewood door is covered by the sunset, the bright moon hangs on the head of the cane, and I see the fishing in the shadow of the green mountains, slow and chic, boring to the end of the world alone, and the village mash is happy.

The fish swirled, the firewood swirled, there was nothing to cover the wattle fence, and when he was drunk, he lay on the gourd stand. Let's go to tea when we get up to sleep.

The medicine furnace scriptures are made for a career, learn to plant Shaoping melon, Yuanming appreciates the chrysanthemum under the east fence, and finally says to drink Liuxia, let's, to the furnace to refine dansha.

I will be scattered and laughing, planting mulberry hemp left and right, watching the garden noise and evening crows, having no worries, stepping on donkeys, and playing savages.

I fry this tender cranberry with leaves, fry the fine taro cake in oil, swallow the white wine magnetic cup, insert the wildflower on the head, and when the pen comes, the village mash drinks, and the water around the firewood is a puddle, and the mountain village sees the falling flowers, which is the home of Penglai Tiandi.

Ah, look at the picturesque clouds and mountains in a area, the scenery is boastful, the remaining water and remnants of the mountains to that answer, the heart has no concern, the woods are big, the coconut scoop is hanging high, the desert is nothing more than reciting Nanhua, it is big. ”

No matter what you say, the splendid is in my belly, I plant my melon chrysanthemum, I pick my essence, I read my books, I swim my mountains, I refine my dan. Even if you say that it was written by Gao Yanei, I don't bother to mind with you laypeople, Zhou Wenzhen's reclusive little song, at this time, sings from his mouth, this is the taste!

It also sets off his incomparable free and easy pride.

The last big word spat out, and he had already opened his mind and walked out of the crowd.

"Xiwen, I want to have a relationship with this son," Fubi said.

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