MTL - Zhui Xu-v2 Chapter 10 When is the moon?

On the Qinhuai River, there are paintings on the banks of the river. The rivers are brightly lit on both sides of the river. Jiangning in the Mid-Autumn Festival is not closed to the city gate. The bustle and carnival will last for one night and will not be dispersed 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 family building 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 news that a certain poetry club will have a new furnace. This is the highlight of tonight. First, I can hear a famous singer in a certain brothel sing this poem, and then I can hear another good news in a certain poetry, the talents will compete with each other, the beautiful people will 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 it is just that.

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 Qin Lao 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 scholar, 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 has reached a brilliant position at least in the whole big 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 this time, in Jiangning City, Wuyixiang and Confucius Temples are the most bustling commercial streets. In these places, there are display cards displayed by merchants. Gathered, occasionally someone shouted loudly, and some merchants arranged for the girl who sang to sing a singer. On the street, in the nearby teahouse restaurant, in the big and small gatherings, the literati students shook their heads and commented on the best. Poetry, to judge who's poetry can sing for the longest time, even if the city has not read, Xiaojing, can feel this kind of mood in such an atmosphere, and the people around him to comment on the atmosphere.

The six boats of Liyuan have already left the shore and are slowly moving along the most beautiful and lively section of the river. Even so, it is not closed. More than ten boats are in front of and behind the 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 Liyuan Poetry Club actually got it. In the early years, there were people who bought poems to cope with this day. But now there is no need to buy poems. Since there are money, I can always get a few real talents. People come over. Although it is still better than the most famous water-stopping poetry or Lichuan poetry, but after some lively hype, the fame will still 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 associations are all literati associations. They are also relatively tit-for-tat or secretive. For example, after stopping the water and Lichuan, someone may 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 poetry is really at a high level, it can't be divided into high and low, 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 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 Sujia, Ning Yi and Xiao Yan 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 Xiao to recite the Journey to the West. Then Xiao Yan also sang two small songs to him, mixed with a dance that the girl did not dance very skillfully - it was said to be seen in a performance, and then learned by himself - Su Tan 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 Yan likes to play Gomoku, but Ning Yi is sick after all. This kind of mental work is still to be avoided. After Xiao Xiao sings, Ning Yi gave her a simple magic, holding a chess piece disappearing on 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 repeating the clumsy, Ning Yi said: "I have to sleep, time is still Early, I will go to the Gion Park to play there... Yes, the invitation is on the table..."

"I will go after the aunt is asleep," Xiaoxiao said with a smile.

"Oh, how about singing another song to me?"

"Well, which one does my grandfather 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. The songs that Xiao Yan will sing are actually not many. The two took a selection of poems and chose songs at the bedside.

"咏鱼子..."

"This little trick will not."

"Recalling Jiangnan this one?"

"This will sing." Xiao Yan is eager to sing.

"Forget it, this one doesn't like it."

"Is that Nun Nujiao want to listen?"

"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 for a moment, “Hey, Xiao Yan will be quite a lot.”

"Sing this?"

"Oh... still sing another song, it’s also a water-song..."

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 Xiao to bring paper and pen, and squatted on the bedside to write poems on rice paper. Let Xiao Xiao sing to listen, Xiao Yan sees his eyes sparkling: "Is your grandfather writing?"

“Hey.” Ning Yi thought about it. He looked at Xiao Yan’s face and shrugged. “I wrote it for you. Sing and sing.”

Xiao Yan 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 smiling, I laughed: "Teach you another way of singing."

"Yeah?" Xiaoyan 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, but since I can learn something, Xiaoxi is happy, she has been with Ning Yi for the longest time, so she has gradually realized that this aunt always has some very mysterious and interesting places, and then in Ning Yi. Under the guidance of the room, Xiao Yan will learn the first sentence 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 heavenly palace..."

"I don't know the heavenly palace..."

"Oh, not bad... What year is it?"

"Oh, not bad... What year is it?"

"..."

"Hey, my grandfather sang the next sentence..."

In any case, Ning Yi heard a lot of modern songs that were missed in this era. If you can, if you can, you can copy the modern songs and teach them to sing, or find a music piece to play the instrument, and give a similar piece of music. Anyway, you can listen to it privately. 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 vocal method, these ancient songs are also the same source as many operas, mostly monophonic music. In terms of volatility, it is better than modern songs, and this is not the case. The rhythm of the song is a soft line. There is no separation spectrum from this era. If the mouse is sung at this time, the mouse is not afraid of being killed or being scared to death, but this time the little girl looks at him. The eyes have become admired and admired~www.novelbuddy.com~Guru will still compose..."

Ning Yi smiled: "This song is just a good thing. 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 Yan held the rice paper and nodded hard.

"Okay... Good night." Ning Yi climbed into the bed and turned his head after a moment. He found that Xiao Yan was still sitting on the stool next to the bed and looking at him, like he was sitting on the bed while he was having a cold a few days ago. Was waved and waved: "I'm fine, go out." Xiaoxuan 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, waited until Xiao Xiao blew 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.

The little donkey stood leaning against the wooden pillars of the room for a while, confirming that Ning Yi was really asleep before he went downstairs, returned to his room and lit the lights, and took out the pen and paper. 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 again and again, only to put a small face into the bottom of the drawer to hide, 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 went to the management and asked for a carriage and a free driver. She happily went to the Qinyuan poetry club to join in the fun. .

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