Chapter 149

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The "solitary prose covering the whole Tang Dynasty" of Spring River and moonlight night was well-known in Chen Mo's time, and was praised as a poem in poetry by Wen Yiduo. Its charm can be seen at the peak of the peak. "Moonlight on the Spring River" is not only rich in the color and style of southern folk songs, but also a relatively successful use of the new poetry rhyme that was nearly completed after a hundred years of gestation from Qi Liang to the early Tang Dynasty. It also explores the skill of combining group rhymes with long poems in seven character poems for the first time. The combination of the three is so perfect that it provides a good model for later poets, which is naturally a peak. The author Zhang Ruoxu is just like his name. His life anecdotes are like illusions, which can no longer be studied, but his long poem "Moonlight on the Spring River" is amazing.

The poem adopts complicated changes. In terms of sentence patterns, a large number of parallelism sentences, antithesis sentences and flowing water pairs are used. The continuity and transition are wonderful, and the article has infinite charm. It not only has a far-reaching artistic conception in the scenery, but also has philosophical and artistic thinking. Therefore, it is regarded as an isolated article covering the whole Tang Dynasty.

The attainments of Tang Dynasty poetry have reached the peak. Li Bai, the "fairy of poetry", "Du Fu, the" saint of poetry "," Wang Wei, the "Buddha of poetry", and Li He, the "ghost of poetry", were all born in that starry era. It is not generally powerful to cover the whole Tang Dynasty with an isolated article in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Such a charming poem, let alone five years, fifty years, 500 years, may not be able to match.

Hearing such a familiar masterpiece, Chen Mo was slightly disappointed, as if he had returned to his previous life.

At this time, crown prince Tang Feng has come to the stage to make up poems.

The first four sentences of Yu Youwei's words are "the tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is rising together. Where is the spring river without a bright moon?", As soon as I heard it, I knew it was a scenery writer. Tang Feng had been preparing for a long time, and there were poets who mentioned it. He was full of confidence.

He brewed it for a while, cooperated with Yu Youwei's faint zither, and read aloud: "a leaf of boat xiaoxiangke, reed flowers thousands of miles alone fishing for snow. The bright ice wheel is clear, and this month has also been shining for thousands of years..."

Since Yu Youwei's pre poem is about the river, Tang Feng will naturally think of boats, characters and sighs. It has to be said that the prince's highness still took some painstaking efforts. Some sentences have begun to take shape with the meaning of spring river, flowers and moonlight, but the difference is still too far.

Perhaps the artistic conception is known, but people's thoughts are always different, and it is almost impossible to make a perfect original.

Sure enough, Chen Mo noticed that when Tang Feng read the sentence "xiaoxiangke in a boat", Yu Youwei's eyebrows slightly frowned and her red lips tightly pursed. Obviously, Tang Feng's poem didn't satisfy her very much.

The song is over.

People are still not satisfied.

"Good poetry."

"Not bad. The poem written by the crown prince is really a perfect match for Miss Youwei."

"Hahaha, Miss Youwei can't refuse any more."

"Yes, it's been five years. Miss Youwei didn't mean it?"

There was a warm heckling at the venue, and Chen Mo laughed playfully. It was obvious that the person heckling was from the crown prince. Did the crown prince intend to use the pressure of public opinion to force Yu Youwei? This guy is quite resourceful.

"You Wei, this ancient spectrum has always been untitled. Let's make a show of ugliness and write a" sprinkle the river moon "in this hall."

Tang Feng feels good about himself.

Chen Mo couldn't help laughing.

Isn't Jiang Yue chanting nujiao's famous brand name? This guy is really creative.

Chen Mo's smile immediately became the focus of the audience. The gratitude and resentment between the two people were still fresh in my mind. His smile was obviously a great provocation.

"Does Chen Mo think this song of sprinkling the moon on the river in this hall is not very good?" Tang Feng raised his eyebrows with a slightly dissatisfied tone. The previous bets of the two people had put both sides in a land of fire and water. At this time, Tang Feng didn't need to pretend any more.

"Your Highness Tang Feng's poem is a good complement, but I'll listen to it myself. The song with Miss Youwei is still a little unhappy."

Tang Feng laughed and sniffed, "our temple has been listening to miss Youwei's music in Chang'an for five years. In these five years, we dare not say first, but we think our thoughts are second. We remember Chen Mo, you are the first time to return to Chang'an after more than ten years?" When it comes to Tang Feng's sneer, the meaning is obvious. When I listen to Youwei's zither, you punk don't know where to hide and lick the wound. A guy who just came to Chang'an is not qualified to say that his poetry doesn't match Youwei's music. It's really a big laugh.

The prince's face was sneering.

"Qu doesn't care about the length of time he listens to it or the savvy he sees it. Tang Feng, your statement is too out of line with royal etiquette." Chen Lin said coldly that Tang Feng's words are indeed irrefutable. In the past five years, the rich childe of Chang'an has been studying Youwei's ancient songs. Tang Feng is the hottest one. It's not too much to say that he is a fanatic fan, but Chen Lin can't see anyone dare to bully his brother.

"Chang'an mansion seems to think of the limelight everywhere." Tang Feng sneered, "well, I'll help your brother today. Chen Mo, since you dare to say so, why don't you take out your own masterpiece and let's see what poems can be made by Chang'an mansion, which will be judged by Miss Youwei."

"Yes, your highness is absolutely right."

"Today, all the big families in Chang'an are here. It's better to take it out and compare it."

"Your Highness Chen Mo must not say that you are not prepared."

Everyone booed.

Yu Youwei covers her forehead. She knows that Chang'an Jun and Tang Huang are not peaceful recently. Why are they carrying something again? It's not difficult for her to be the judge.

However, Yu Youwei also has a little expectation for Chen mo.

The boy who made Hanshan Shide asked how he understood his ancient music score.

"Well, I happened to get a poem in my dream the day before yesterday, which is quite suitable to match with the zither music of Miss Youwei." Chen Mo responded generously.

"Fourth brother, are you ok? Do you want me to come? I've been preparing for a long time this time." Chen Lin asked in a low voice.

Chen Mo nods.

Tang Feng pretended to smile at Yu Youwei and said, "then please listen carefully to what he got in his dream. I hope it won't insult the natural sound guzheng of Yu Youwei."

"If you make a mess of nonsense poems, don't blame us for laughing at his highness Chen mo."

"Haha, your highness Chen Mo won't be so extravagant."

Chen Mo steps onto the platform and signals to Yu Youwei.

"Then please, your highness." Yu Youwei plays the piano with her hands.

A wisp of piano sound is long and cold like the moon.

Chen Mo was too familiar with the poem "Moonlight on the Spring River", but as soon as he closed his eyes, his long lost memory was opened, and those beautiful poems immediately came to mind.

"Your Highness Lin, can't you go down the silent hall?"

Someone worried and asked Chen Lin.

Chen Lin himself also pinched a cold sweat. He only remembered that the fourth brother left Chang'an when he was very young. Maybe he really read poetry and books in the countryside. As for what he got in his dream, of course, no one believed.

"Watch it."

Tang Feng looked at Chen Lin provocatively, and finally felt a little happy to humiliate Chen mo. he didn't believe that Chen Mo could have any earth shattering ghosts to make poems comparable to his sprinkling the moon on the river. He didn't write these poems himself. He found many talented poets to collect Dacheng, and it took more than a year to study the first four sentences of Yu Youwei's ancient music score.

He can surpass himself when he comes to Chang'an to listen to zither for the first time. He doesn't know how ridiculous he is.

Maybe this Chen Mo is very talented in martial arts and can defeat brother Lei Jie. He also has personal experience in Zen and makes classics, but listening to music and lyrics are far from the two. If he can really write them, Tang Feng thinks this guy can be more than his own teacher. Lao Tzu thinks you can be a father.

"Where is the spring river without moonlight!"

With this sentence, it's Chen Mo's turn to add.

"The river flows like a whirl around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel." When Chen Mo recited the first poem "what he did", she was playing leisurely. Yu Youwei, who was absorbed, suddenly shivered all over her body, and the sound of the piano stopped.

"Ah?" The girl opened her eyes wide and covered her mouth in surprise.

Everyone was surprised.

Five years.

Over the past five years, Yu Youwei has played this song countless times, and I don't know how many poems of arrogant literati and refined scholars I've heard. But over the past five years, Yu Youwei's zither has always been immersed in her own world, and no one can stop it. But today, Chen Mo just made Yu Youwei lose her temper.

Everyone looked at each other and thought they were dazzled.

"Why is Miss Youwei dissatisfied?" Chen Mo asked calmly.

Maid green and qiao'er are also very confused about how today's miss is so rude. No one can do this on weekdays. Is this poem really funny?

"Sorry, Youwei just remembered something on her mind, which made you abrupt." Yu Youwei said apologetically.

"So it is. I'll just say, how can the poem of his highness Chen Mo interrupt Miss Youwei's zither?"

"But this sentence is really very unusual, wonderful."

"Hey, hey, let's listen to the following."

Yu Youwei closed her eyes and took a deep breath. After opening her eyes, she recovered from it. But everyone heard that the zither seemed to be a little different from usual, and it seemed to have a lightness that had never been seen before. This feeling was like... Like

"I seem to have met a bosom friend."

A girl sighed.

Yes, confidant!

Can we say

At this time, even fools can feel that Chen Mo's poems are different, which has made Yu Youwei's heartstrings fluctuate more than they have in five years.

Chen Mo then read out the following sentences——

Frost flows in the air, and you can't see the white sand on the ting.

The river and the sky are uniform without fine dust, and the solitary moon wheel in the sky is bright.

Who first saw the moon by the river? When does the moon shine at the beginning of the year?

……

Yu Youwei's strings are like a heart, and her melodies are the lightest to meet so far. In this scene, the picture of the moonlight river seems to have a man and a woman. This woman is Yu Youwei herself, and the man is naturally Chen mo. the two met again by the river under the moon and told each other tenderness. As a result, the originally beautiful night became a little more sentimental and more vivid.

This son's poetry is against the sky.

People with a little intention can feel different. They can't help looking at the biggest joke - Crown Prince Tang Feng with sympathy and ridicule.

this moment.

The crown prince of the Dazhong Dynasty had only one idea.

He wants to kill!