Zhui Xu

12. Chapter 12 has a few months

Qinhuai river is a parade on the river. The rivers are brightly lit on both sides of the river. Jiangning on the Mid-Autumn Festival is not closed to the city gate. The bustle and carnival will last for one night and will not disperse until the early morning of the second day. At this time, the streets in the city are full of people. At the time when the dinner is finished, people come out from various households, and the most prosperous streets centered on the main roads and the area around the Confucius Temple and Mingyuan Building. Come over, the lanterns on the road are like weaving, like the mighty raging fire, the hawkers shouting loudly, the dragon and lion dance team walked through, beat the drums, and the juggling performers gathered on the streets, a home brothel 妓In the village, the sings of the guests were heard, and sometimes the dances were seen. From time to time, people came in and out, and they were very lively.

The slightly famous brothel woman has already gone tonight, and occasionally she can find a seat in the hall. From time to time, there will be a certain poem in the street. Young Master has a certain new furnace, this is the highlight of tonight. One, then you can hear a certain name in a brothel sing this poem, and then you can hear another good news in a certain poem, the talents are competing with each other, the good people These talents are decorated with a beautiful ochre atmosphere. Most people enjoy the lanterns and watch the liveliness. In such an atmosphere, you can feel the charm of Wei and Jin, and Tang Shi Feng Ya, but that is all.

The Taoist poetry has flourished since the Tang Dynasty. At this time, it has gone through hundreds of years of development. Although Ning Yi and Elder Qin chatted, they would say a few words, “It’s hard to say big talents,” because they have no vision. Stay in the ordinary pattern. In fact, at this time, the top officials of the country have already worried about the fact that the poetry is useless. In the end, what kind of standard is the thing that has been repeatedly measured in the past 100 years, the imperial examinations sometimes exclude poetry from the standard of the scholars, and sometimes take Come in, constantly weigh, and repeat.

However, even if there is such a consideration in the upper level, in fact, the status of the poetry at this time has reached a brilliant position at least in the entire large pattern. If you can really write a good poem, it is definitely wherever you go. There is no lack of respect and courtesy, the elegant atmosphere, this is the brand of an era. Since the Tang Dynasty, the vast and profound poetry culture has been precipitated here as the foundation of the whole society. The most shining part of the history of civilization development, countless masterpieces such as the Star Wars, is the most important part of the Han civilization.

At the time of Jiangning City, Wuyixiang and Confucius Temples are the most bustling commercial streets. In these places, there are display cards displayed by merchants. Gathered, some people occasionally read aloud, and some merchants arranged a young lady who sang a song. On the street, in the nearby teahouse restaurant, in the big and small gatherings, the scholars shook their heads and commented on the best. The poems of the poems can be sung for the longest time. Even the small people who have never studied, can feel this kind of artistic conception in such an atmosphere, and they will be more elegant with the opinions of the people around them.

Pu Park’s six-boat raft has long since left the shore, slowly moving along the most beautiful and lively section of the river. Even so, it is not closed. More than ten boats are behind and behind the shores of Qinhuai river. Driving along the way, occasionally people go to the big ship, occasionally carrying people or passing on poems, like the water palace accompanied by small fish. The people who boarded the ship will pass on the best works tonight, and some stories and news will be heard. For example, some big people at the banquet announced that they would assign their daughters to whom and who, or which famous person praised the poetry. Young student.

The poems of the Pu Park Poem Conference have actually been devised. In the past few years, there have been people who bought poems to cope with this day, but now there is no need to buy poems. Since there is money, there are always a few truly talented people. People come over. Although it is still better than the most famous Water Point Poetry Conference or the Lichuan Poetry Club, after some lively hype, the fame will slowly rise.

The Mid-Autumn Festival poetry will be based on the moon, but naturally it will not write the moon all night. Some poems will have restrictions. The host family is more powerful. Everyone has a happy time. The poetry clubs are all literati associations. They are also relatively tit-for-tat or dark, such as water and Lichuan. After hearing the questions over there, someone might say: “Speaking of this, Xiaosheng has a chance.” First…” Then I calmly commented on the people with a calm expression. On the surface, I naturally couldn’t see the heart of the battle. If the poems are really at a high standard, they can’t be divided into high and low levels. But if there is a lot of difference, then the masterpiece is still clear.

At this time, when it is not the warmest time, the poetry will open until the early hours of the morning. Really good poetry cannot be a wonderful hand. Every student will prepare one or two smug works. I feel that my talent is not enough. The ugliness in front of those top-ranking characters will be released early, and the climax of letting the top talents release the killer will often start until midnight. If you can get a good reputation at this time tonight, it will be accumulated. Famous, the future career will be smoother.

The night is constantly turning thick in this atmosphere, and the atmosphere of the city is constantly getting warm. In the small house of Su Family, Ning Yi and Xiao Chan have already returned to the room. The fun that can be seen from here has already been seen, and the outside has begun to wind up.

The snoring of the outside will be passed here, and the master and the servant will open a small Mid-Autumn Evening Party. Because the details of the West Chamber are not clear, and considering that the West Chamber is a sneak peek, Ning Yi finally told Xiao Chan about the Journey to the West. Then Xiao Chan also sang two songs to him, mixed with a dance that the girl did not dance very skillfully – said to be seen in a performance, and then learned by herself – Su Tan Er did not consider the future will be three The girl gave the person or pleasing the thoughts of others, so she let the three gimmicks read the book to do embroidery and help manage the call to help her to do things, but did not teach them the instrumental dance, so singing, although reluctant, but dance Still not, just jumping up is also light and cute.

Xiao Chan likes Gobang, but Ning Yi is sick after all. This kind of mental work is still to be avoided. After Xiao Chan sings, Ning Yi gives her a simple magic, holding a chess piece in her hand, then In the other’s hair or pocket, the little girl looked at it with amazement. Ning Yi smiled and told her the principle. In the process of Xiao Chan’s clumsy repetition, Ning Yi said: “I have to sleep, time is still Early, Xiao Chan, go to the Pu Park Poem Conference and play… Yes, the invitation is on the table…”

“I will go after the guys are asleep,” Xiao Chan said with a smile.

“Oh, how about singing another song to me?”

“Well, which one does Guye want to hear?”

At this time, the songs are actually poetry, and the placards have fixed vocals, but they have been lost in modern times. Xiao Chan will not sing a lot of songs. The two took a selection of poems and chose songs at the bedside.

“咏鱼子…”

“This Xiao Chan won’t.”

“Recalling Jiangnan this one?”

“This will sing.” Xiao Chan is ready to sing.

“Forget it, this one doesn’t like it.”

“That Nian Nujia Guye wants to hear?”

“This song is really good, oh… water singer…”

“This will be this meeting.”

“Will you sing the water to sing the song?” Ning Yi thought, “Hey, Xiao Chan will be quite a lot.”

“Sing this?”

“Oh… still sing another song, it’s also a water melody…”

Ning Yi was bored, but actually remembered how many days of Faye Wong’s moon, but Su Shi did not seem to write this first. He asked Xiao Chan to bring paper and pen and squat on the bedside to write poems on rice paper. Let Xiao Chan sing and listen, Xiao Chan sees his eyes sparkling: “Is Guye written?”

“Hey.” Ning Yi thinks, look at Xiao Chan, looking forward, shrugging, “I wrote, I am giving you. Sing and sing.”

Xiao Chan looked at the word for a while and sang it carefully according to the rhythm of the lyrics. The little girl sings and sings, although not very professional, because she is too serious, she sings once in the middle, but the mood is still very good, Ning Yi listens After that, I smiled and said: “Teach you another way of singing.”

“Yeah?” Xiao Chan squinted. “Another… singing?”

“Well, I sing a sentence, you should sing a good sentence… Oh, mainly I want to hear it.”

Although there are some doubts, Xiao Chan immediately became happy after learning something. She has been with Ning Yi for the longest time, so she has gradually realized that this guy often has some mysterious and interesting places, and then in Ning Yi. Under the guidance of the room, Xiao Chan learned the first water of the song according to the novel melody.

“When is the moon, I will ask the wine for the day…”

“When is the moon, I will ask the wine for the day…”

“I don’t know the palace in the sky…”

“I don’t know the palace in the sky…”

“Oh, not bad… What year is it?”

“Oh, not bad… What year is it?”

“…”

“Hey, guye sang the next sentence…”

In any case, Ning Yi heard a lot of modern songs that were missed in this era. If possible, if you can, you can copy the modern songs and teach Xiao Chan to sing alone, or then find a music composer to play the instrument, and give similar songs. Anyway, privately, just listen. It doesn’t matter if you don’t go out and don’t go to the elegant hall.

“How are you feeling? Is it nice?”

“It’s very nice…” Although the vocabulary has a fixed vocabulary, the songs of the medieval world are also the same as many of the operas. Most of them are monophonic music. In the case of change, it is better than modern songs. The rhythm of this song is a soft route. There is no separation spectrum from this era. If you sing a mouse to love rice at this time, Xiao Chan estimates that he was not killed by disgusting death or was scared to death, but this time the little girl looked at it. His eyes have become admired and admired, “guye will still compose…”

Ning Yi laughed: “This song is just a matter of your own. Don’t sing everywhere. If you have a little girl and dare to change the vocabulary, you may be told that you don’t understand things. Do you know?”

“Yeah.” Xiao Chan held the rice paper and nodded hard.

“Okay… Good night.” Ning Yi climbed into the bed and turned her head after a moment. She found that Xiao Chan was still sitting on the bedside stool and looking at him, like he was sitting on the edge of the bed a few days ago. Was waved and waved: “I’m fine, go out.” Xiao Chan reacted, and quickly stood up and walked outside the door.

“Hey, take the invitation on the table, or be careful not to let you go on board…”

Called Yi Tong, until Xiao Chan blows out the lights and took the invitation to go out to close the door, Ning Yi only made a big yawn, the noise of the city is still faintly coming, and the slight ray on the window is enough to prove this outside. The excitement of the time, he smiled: “One night fish dragon dance …” Then, involved in drowsiness.

Xiao Chan stood still against the wooden pillars of the room for a while, confirming that Ning Yi was really asleep before he went downstairs, went back to his room and lit the lamp, took out the pen and paper, 趴On her desk, she copied the words that were not very beautiful because they were written at the bedside. The little brushhead was very small and had a resounding aura. She read the words written by Ning Yi several times before she was placed in the bottom of the drawer and hidden, such as a thief.

Later, she walked out of the yard and saw no one on the road. Before she ran to the gate, she got a carriage and a free driver at the management, and happily went to the Pu Park Poem Conference. .

Little girl, after all, I still like this kind of excitement.