Early Tang Dynasty: forge ahead

Chapter 125 Don’t dare to put pen to paper
Listening to the cheers in the wine shop, Shangguan Yi stood dumbly on the spot, and it took him a long time to think about it.

"Quickly, invite the poet!"

Shangguan Yi was a little excited and a little scared.

With his talent, how could he not feel the blend of scenes and profound artistic conception in this poem, which can be described as an eternal masterpiece.

How come there is such an outstanding figure in the Tang Dynasty style?

The guards behind Shangguan Yi listened to the order, rushed into the wine shop, and arrested one person: the man's face was red and he was holding a wine bottle in his hand. He did not recognize Shangguan Yi.But Shangguan Yi was wearing the deep crimson official uniform of a fourth-rank official, and he was followed by a vigorous and vigorous attendant. The drunkenness had completely dissipated, and he quickly bowed his hands. In the panic, he still maintained a certain demeanor, and said: "Taiwan student Zhang Jian I have met Shangguan before."

Of course Shangguan Yi didn't know who Zhang Jianzhi was, but he just asked: "Did you write that poem before?"

Zhang Jianzhi looked horrified and said hurriedly: "How can a student from Imperial College have such talent and learning? This poem is a new work of Mr. Qingxi. For some reason, Mr. Qingxi and Xu Shijun arrived at the Yellow Crane Tower in Ezhou a few days ago to visit and climb up. Looking out, seeing the river view of the Yellow Crane Tower, and listening to the allusions about the ascension of immortals, the scenery arouses emotion, and this is how the famous poem "Yellow Crane Tower" was born."

Shangguan Yi felt relieved, but then his face tightened and he said, "Can you recite it again? I, Shangguan Yi, also love poetry, and I am very happy to see you."

Zhang Jianzhi said hurriedly: "It turned out to be Shangguan's secretary, Shaojian. It's rude for the student to be a prince."

He worked up his emotions for a while, as if he were in the Yellow Crane Tower, raised his hands and chanted loudly: "People in the past have gone on the Yellow Crane, and the Yellow Crane Tower is empty here. Once the Yellow Crane is gone, it will never return, and the white clouds will remain empty for thousands of years."

The two simple sentences rotated in one breath and flowed smoothly without any hindrance.

In line with Zhang Jianzhi's sonorous voice, his momentum surged downwards, and then he spoke in a low tone, "The Qingchuan is full of Hanyang trees, the grass is luxuriant and the parrot island is green. Where is the hometown at sunset? The Yanbo River makes people sad."

After straightening things up, he revealed the last word "sorrow" vividly.

Even though Shangguan Yi has listened to it once, when he listens to it again now, his mind is filled with images of immortals and yellow cranes, famous buildings and resorts, blue sky and white clouds, clear rivers and sandbanks, green trees and grass, and sunset over the river.

The song "Yellow Crane Tower" made Shangguan Yi, who had never been to the Yellow Crane Tower in Ezhou, think of the Yellow Crane Tower in his mind.

Shangguan Yi seemed to be frozen. It took a long time before he asked, "Where did you hear this poem?"

Zhang Jianzhi said: "I got it from my classmate, who is the son of Yu Shijun, the governor of Ezhou. Xu Shijun and Mr. Qingxi visited the Yellow Crane Tower, and Yu Shijun was among them. After hearing about Mr. Qingxi's excellent works, I sent someone to Beijing to pass on this poem for him to read and study. I was lucky enough to learn that I was drinking with my friends today and talked about poetry, and I was quick to speak. I hope that the secretary of the superior officer and the young supervisor will forgive me. "

Shangguan Yi was silent for a moment and said: "Good poems should be shared... go ahead!"

he waved

Zhang Jianzhi bowed and resigned.

Shangguan Yi watched Zhang Jianzhi enter the wine shop with complicated eyes: before the people arrived, the poem arrived first. Is this a battle invitation, or is it a coincidence?

After returning home, Shangguan Yi asked someone to call his son.

Shangguan Tingzhi entered with a face of joy. He did not pay attention to his father's face. After bowing, he said excitedly: "Father wants to test whether the child can memorize the poem. Haha, how dare the child disobey the father's entrustment."

A few days ago, Shangguan Yi suddenly gave him a poem and asked him to memorize it, saying that he had written it himself.

When Shangguan Tingzhi took a look, he saw that "the light flowers of emerald algae and the floating shadows of tassels", "the swallows of Yaosheng have just returned, and the sun has begun to shine in the golden hall", and "the spring snow returns to Luobin, and the dusk clouds come from Wuxia" frequent and gorgeous words. , is definitely a masterpiece.

As soon as this poem was published, in the past five years, no one has surpassed it in palace-style poetry.After ten years of promotion, my father has only one or two articles that can compare.

He just thought that his father wanted to help him become famous. He was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night and recited the poems by heart.

He calmed down his emotions and said: "Open the heavy curtains, and the heavy curtains will illuminate the apricots. The emerald algae will light up the flowers, and the tassels will float in the shadows.

Yao Sheng and Yan are beginning to return, and the golden hall is showing its first signs of mist.The wind comes with the girl, and the beauty returns with the rainbow.

Luo Jian has already broken the mandarin duck quilt, and his beautiful clothes have a grape belt again.The remaining red and bright pink are reflected in the curtain,

Playing butterflies and flowing orioles gather outside the window.Spring snow returns to Luobin, dusk clouds come to Wu Gorge..."

"Enough! Stop reading!"

Shangguan Yi suddenly roared.

Shangguan Tingzhi was frightened and trembled. He rarely saw his gentle father angry and did not dare to say anything.

Shangguan Yi also knew that he had lost his composure and did not explain anything. He just waved Shangguan Tingzhi to go down.Shangguan Tingzhi bowed and left in confusion.

Shangguan Yi had a sullen face, took out a pen and paper, dipped his hands in ink and meditated, his wrists shook, and compared with "Yellow Crane Tower", he couldn't write a single word.

For a full hour, I put down my pen with a wry smile.

"Yellow Crane Tower" soon became popular in Chang'an. It was recited and sung by everyone from the prince's residence to the brothel and wine shop.

Xu Jingzong, another giant of imperial poetry, just sighed with emotion after reading "Yellow Crane Tower": "Brother Xu, brother Xu, why bother to explore the Yellow Crane Tower here."

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Dayun Temple in Shangluo.

Master Xu Yue introduced the history of Dayun Temple to Chen Qingsi impassionedly, just like the tour guides of later generations, talking rhetorically and with a hint of expectation from time to time.

Chen Qingsi could only pretend to turn a blind eye.

How could he not know Master Xu Yu's purpose?

It's just that memorizing poetry not only depends on the timing, but also the environment and atmosphere.

For example, Jinfeng Mountain in Shangzhou, for a place of this size, he couldn't just say, "You can be at the top of the mountain and see all the small mountains at a glance." Wouldn't that be ridiculous?

When entering Beijing this time, Chen Qingsi expected that as a master of Tang style poetry, she would definitely compete with palace style poetry.

It is better to be active than passive.

After all, although there are many poems in my mind, they may not be applicable to specific places.

Therefore, when Xu Yushi decided to pass through Ezhou and take a boat from the Han River to Shangluo, he deliberately said that he wanted to visit the Yellow Crane Tower and led Xu Yushi to the Yellow Crane Tower.

Historically, the poem "Yellow Crane Tower" was written by Cui Hao during his spring visit to the Yellow Crane Tower.

Meet the occasion!

However, this incident left quite a few sequelae.

Master Xu Yun loves poetry very much. Seeing the eternal famous poem born in front of his eyes, he couldn't be more excited.

Going all the way north, you must visit every sight.

Master Xu Yu personally acted as a guide, hoping to witness the miracle with his own eyes again.

Chen Qingsi did not satisfy Xu Yushi's wish. One work was enough to make the poet Li Bai stop writing. A few more works of lower quality would be unsatisfactory, and those of the same level would be too wasteful.I could only accompany Master Xu Yu all the way until I arrived in Shangzhou today.

Northeast of Shangzhou is Chang'an, the land of Gyeonggi...

It only takes less than two days to enter the territory of Gyeonggi Province.

When we got here, Xu Yushi finally gave up and said with a smile: "I am just wishful thinking. Such a prosperous chapter that will last for thousands of years is just a dream. We will speed up our pace tomorrow and strive to reach Chang'an the next day."

Finally seeing Chang'an in her dream, Chen Qingsi's eyes showed a trace of excitement.

Tang Chang'an is the greatest and most splendid place on earth in this era.

Master Xu Yu seemed not to be satisfied yet, and asked with emotion: "My dear nephew, do you know what is the most correct decision that I have made in this life?"

Chen Qingsi pretended not to know.

Master Xu Yu said with a smile: "I just wanted to see my old friends, so I chose to go north from Ezhou and cross the Han River instead of going to Jiankang and entering the Yangtze River and Huaihe River."

Master Xu Yu was from Anlu, Anzhou, so he made a special trip to Ezhou to meet old friends.

Chen Qingsi murmured in her heart that if there was nothing wrong with Jiankang, there was the Phoenix Terrace. She had already prepared the "Climb the Jinling Phoenix Terrace", so it didn't matter which way she went.

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