Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - Chapter 81
[Chapter 81 You Forced Me]
“Are you still satisfied?” A gentle-sounding smile asked Qian Erkang’s ears like thunder.
But Qian Erkang is also a person who fights with people all the year round. After reading Chen Luo’s new song silently for a few times, he suddenly realized something, and quickly forcibly stabilized his mood, and bowed to Liu Jingzhuang; I’ll talk about it later, student.”
At this moment, everyone looked at Qian Erkang and the others with contempt. What kind of tricks did Qian Erkang want to play, but everyone can tell that this young master’s song is like a landscape painting , is pleasing to the eye, what else does he have to say?
Liu Jingzhuang also looked at Qian Erkang with dissatisfaction, but he was inconvenient, so he cleared his throat and said, “This song by Brother Chen Xian is about the feeling of parting. It directly describes the parting and lovesickness of men and women in a female tone.”
“The first line is from Saying goodbye, the heart is hard to give up, how long does it take to miss a little bit of love. Straightforwardly expressing the lingering love of a woman, from the beginning of the farewell, although the tone is plain, but I feel “hard to give up”, after thinking about it, lovesickness is only “a little bit”, but I don’t know “when will it last” , The so-called broken roots, nothing more than this!”
“The second sentence, ‘Blowing the snow with the sleeves’, reminds me of Poxian’s “Youth Tour”.”
“Last year, outside the Liuxia Gate, the snow was like poplar flowers. This spring The poplar flowers are like snow, and you still don’t see them coming back home!”
“The farewell girl stands on the high platform, watching her sweetheart leave from afar, brushing the poplar flowers in front of her eyes, so as not to block her sight.”
“But so what? The figure is getting farther and farther away, until at the end, I can only see the slanting stream and the mountain cover, and the sweetheart, go…”
“This sentence is quite like Li Qinglian’s feeling of “the solitary sail is far away, the shadow of the blue sky is gone, only the long river and the sky flow”, but it is for a woman. Thoughts are more delicate and lingering.”
“It’s more like the wonderful sentence of Yan Shuyuan in this dynasty, ‘After farewell, recalling each other’.”
“Farewell and lovesickness are all in the tenderness of a woman, and the meaning of lingering in it, few people can understand what……”
After listening to Liu Jingzhuang’s comments, everyone present seemed to see a beautiful woman looking at the mountains and rivers from afar, but they no longer saw the loneliness of their sweetheart, and felt a pain in their hearts for no reason. At this time, those women in Linglong Building looked at Chen Luo again, their beautiful eyes were full of tears, but their hearts were burning like fire.
A lovesickness lingering song captures Linglong’s heart.
…
“I’m going to post it, I’m going to post it, two wonderful songs, I, Linglonglou, will post it this time!” Han Sanniang who was standing aside never dreamed that the young master brought by Liu Jingzhuang would be so arrogant, and blurted out two The first elegant song handed down from generation to generation. It was enough to raise her literary name in Linglonglou to another level. Thinking of this, she glanced at Qian Erkang, and she didn’t even feel that he was as annoying as before.
“No matter what, I must ask this young master to agree to engrave these two songs on my Linglong Building…” Han Sanniang made up her mind, “This young master does not seem to be short of gold and silver. The four big oirans of my Linglong Tower…”
…
“Wow, this young master is so good!” Liu Mengrui jumped up excitedly, “I can be called my father’s old bastard… no, I can call my father’s master of poetry…” , As expected, there are two brushes. Huh? No, he talks about brothers with my father, isn’t that… my uncle? Diefei, that’s your uncle too?”
Cheng Diefei was taken aback, spat, and his tone was a little anxious “That’s your father, not mine, don’t talk nonsense!”
“Why are you blushing?” Liu Mengrui asked.
“I’m… a bit hot!” Cheng Diefei quickly changed the subject, “Look, that Qian Erkang doesn’t seem to give up yet, I don’t know what tricks he’s going to make…”
… In
the lobby, Qian Erkang took a deep breath He breathed a sigh of relief and clapped his hands: “Mr.’s song is really wonderful, and the students are like listening to heaven. But…”
Qian Erkang suddenly raised his voice. He glanced at his classmates from the Fuci Club behind him, and gritted his teeth. He understood that as soon as the next words came out, he would definitely become the target of public criticism, but as long as he made contributions to the Fuci Society and suppressed the style of elegant music of this mysterious young man, someone would naturally support him.
Qian Erkang was heartbroken, and said: “This song is just like what Liu Daru commented, and it has the charm of predecessors’ poems. The students dared to think that the elegance of this song is not in the song itself, but in the use of many poems. , It’s just contaminated with two or three elegant rhymes. It’s not enough to rectify the name of the song!” “ Shameless
!” “
Fart!
” The generous appearance that everyone is drunk and I am sober. He glanced at the classmate behind him, seeing the admiration in the other’s eyes, and his heart became more determined. Chen Luo frowned slightly, and he looked at Qian Erkang. With his face drawn like this, instead of surrendering, the opponent dared to fight back? It’s really that I don’t even leave myself the opportunity to look back. Oh, you forced me. Chen Luo stretched out his hand, suppressed the noisy voice in the lobby, and asked, “What do you want?” Qian Erkang was sure, and said, “Besides the use of lining characters, there is another point that is particularly critical in the distinction between lyrics and music. It is rhyme.” ”Poetry is elegant because of the strict requirements on rhyme, and the most taboo is heavy rhyme.” ”But the music is different, and there is no taboo against heavy rhyme.” ”If you can use heavy rhyme to make A piece of lovesickness, I, Qian Erkang, once again swear to quit the Fuci Club and become a fan of elegant songs in this life!” Hearing Qian Erkang’s words, everyone in the audience who knew a little poetry could not help but frown. The so-called heavy rhyme refers to the repeated rhyme of a word in a poem. Before the rise of metrical poems in the former dynasty, heavy rhymes were often not taboo in long poems, but heavy rhymes were taboo in metrical poems. Occasionally two or three articles come out, and most of them are games.
Now Qian Erkang actually asked the other party to do heavy rhymes by name, and he had to deduct the topic of lovesickness. In addition, there is another request that has not been uttered, but it is not said, that is, the first two elegant songs are the first, and the other party’s third song must not be too different.
It’s so deceiving!
“Young master!” Luo Hongnu, who had been quiet all this time, suddenly said, “Young master” was as crisp as a warbling cry, making everyone look at Luo Hongnu.
Luo Hongnu looked at Chen Luo, and gave a slight salute; “Thank you for your protection today, young master. If you have won the two elegant songs of the young master, Hongnu will be a treasure. If you don’t sing the songs of Hongnu in the past, you can stop singing. You don’t have to confront the villain anymore. Gambling, hurting my intelligence…” The audience was in
an uproar.
Everyone heard that Qian Erkang’s question was really too tricky, everyone in Luo couldn’t bear Chen Luo’s loss of face, and they were willing to close the song just like that, which settled the turmoil.
Chen Luo looked at the worried Luo Hongnu, and smiled gently: “It’s okay. I haven’t heard the wonderful voice of Master Luo, so how can I stop singing if I don’t want to sing? I will compose this song and give it to Luo Hongnu.” Hello everyone, next time we meet, I hope everyone Luo can sing with me.”
After Chen Luo finished speaking, he turned to look at Qian Erkang.
“Heavy rhyme, right? Lovesickness, right?”
Chen Luo took a deep breath, then sighed again, with a tone of sadness and sadness.
“I don’t love lovesickness in my life,”
“only lovesickness,”
“it hurts lovesickness.”
“The body is like floating clouds, the heart is like flying catkins, and the breath is like gossamer
.”
“When the syndrome comes,”
“When is it?”
“When the lights are half dim,”
“When the moon is half bright.”
After the song, the audience fell into a deathly silence. This song doesn’t need Liu Jingzhuang’s comments, everyone Also understand the meaning.
Since birth, I didn’t know what lovesickness is, and just after I understood what lovesickness is, I suffered from lovesickness.
The body is like a floating cloud, the heart is like a flying catkin, and even the breath is only a strand of gossamer.
There is a lingering fragrance left in the sky, my sweetheart, where have you been?
When is the most intense lovesickness? It is when the lights are half dim and half bright, and the moon is half bright and half dim.
A deep lovesickness brewed in the Linglong Building, the ancient poems engraved all over the wall actually emitted a bright golden light, and there seemed to be murmuring voices in the pavilions and pavilions.
“The poetry resonates, and the lingering sound surrounds the beams!” The people in the house were in an uproar. This kind of scene happened once 20 years ago, when Liu Jingzhuang wrote “The belt is getting wider and I will never regret it, and I will make people haggard for Iraq.” .
“More than that, you smell…” Someone reminded.
The person who was reminded sniffed lightly, and instantly a fresh fragrance penetrated into the nostrils, and the whole body was shocked.
“This is, Fragrance
of Elegant Rhyme?” “Plain text cannot be transcribed, and only poetry that can carry inner rhyme can appear in elegant prose?”
“The elegance of this song is certified by the way of heaven!”
“Oh my God, elegant The way of the song, open!”
“I thought Wan Anbo was considered a gift from the sky, but I didn’t expect there to be someone comparable to him.”
…
“Give it to him! Give him all! Give him all the four big oirans!” Han Sanniang was almost crazy, yelling in her heart, “Even if he wants the old body, I will give it to him! This song, I, Linglonglou, must win it!”
At this time, no one cared about Qian Erkang and others who were like a bereaved dog. , everyone looked at Mr. Ruyu with burning eyes.
Luo Hongnu was the first to come back to her senses, her pretty face blushed slightly, she saluted formally, and asked the biggest question on everyone’s mind.
“Slaves and slaves, please ask for your son’s name.”
This chapter is also known as: Pretend
Let’s spread the flowers, it’s time to pay the monthly pass and recommendations…
(End of this chapter)
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