Good son-in-law of the Ming Dynasty

Yes, agility, inspiration, aura.

The ancients said: If you are familiar with three hundred Tang poems, you will be able to chant poems even if you can’t.

What this sentence means is that, as far as the two literary genres of poetry are concerned, it is actually very simple to say.Ancient poems all have strict rhythms, and there are strict regulations on what rhyme and how many words should be used at the beginning of a poem.If you don't pay attention to the so-called artistry, you only need to choose the appropriate words and sentences to fill in one by one, without any difficulty in creation.

In terms of the quality of Long Zai's Ci, although it may not be the best among Ming Ci, there is still no problem entering the high-quality channel.

Putting aside personal grievances, Su Mu has to admit that this person's attainments in poetry are second only to Tang Bohu and the future Yang Shen, and should be higher than the previous seven sons. In the future, he may not be a great master of Ming poetry .

Thinking of this, Su Mu was secretly startled.

As soon as Long Zai finished reading this poem, everyone exclaimed and then applauded loudly.

"It's such a long sentence that I leaned on the fence and fell into the red. It was even more ruined in the courtyard. But I saw red eyes, and the melancholy of the rogue leaned on the building, and I wrote the lonely and haggard in my bones."

"No, no, no." Someone retorted: "Who is the same as heartbroken tonight? A sentence from Qingshan Misty Rain is better. Whoever is heartbroken, just like a child, how can it compare to the open-mindedness of Qingshan Misty Rain, Ming Qing's last This sentence is infinitely high, and the artistic conception suddenly opens up, making people feel hearty, and it should be clear!"

After speaking, he picked up a glass of wine and drank it up.

"Lin Juren is right. This sentence is especially good. It should be served with wine."

During the clamor, everyone toasted at the same time.

The dragon was so proud that it seemed to be floating.

"Let's go!" Wu Er Er pulled Su Muyi again.

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Concubine Lu in the nearby private room paused her hands when she heard Long Zai's poem, her expression became excited.

Then he gently put the ink stick aside, took a tube of wolf hair, dipped it in ink, and wrote a walnut-sized "one" on the spread rice paper, but he wanted to record the word "Long Zai".

But seeing this word, the ink color is bright, and this stroke is like a silver hook and iron scratch, penetrating the paper.

But with this one stroke, it can be seen that Concubine Lou's calligraphy skills are very profound.

The servant girl next to her sighed softly: "Your Majesty, Mr. Long's word is really good!"

"Oh, tell me, what's so good about it?" Concubine Lou was not in a hurry to write a word. It is the basic skill of scholars in this era to remember it by ear, not to mention that she was originally the daughter of the great scholar Lou Liang. learning origin.

The servant girl scratched her head and said in a low voice: "Returning to your mother, I have not read many books, and I can't say anything good or bad. But when Mr. Long read this poem, it is like a painting. The servant girl It seems to see a small yard, just after the rain in late spring, and the flowers were knocked to the ground by the rain. A handsome young scholar, drunk with sorrow, leaned on the railing and looked into the distance. In the distance, he was washed by the rain The sky is clean and vast, and the mountains on the horizon are clearly visible."

"What young scholar, you little girl is thinking of spring!" This little maid was originally an old man married to the palace by Lou's family, and grew up with Concubine Lou.Therefore, Concubine Lou didn't put on airs like a princess when she talked to her, just like a pair of good sisters were chatting and started joking.

The little servant girl blushed and refused to obey: "Madam, you are playing a joke on slaves again!"

Concubine Lou smiled again: "However, you have got to the point. The so-called poetry is like a painting, and you can write a still picture with words and lines as if it is right in front of you. This Long Mingqing is really amazing. No wonder he A while ago, Ming moved Jiangnan, and was called the successor of Tang Jieyuan's poems. But..."

She is very sensitive to poetry, and always feels that although Long Zai's "Long Lovesickness" is excellent, there seems to be something wrong, which dilutes the artistic conception in it.

"But what?" the maid asked.

"However, there seems to be something wrong." Concubine Lou's hand holding the pen was fixed in the air, and she frowned: "What's wrong?"

Amidst the applause from the people nearby, the little servant girl suddenly said: "Yes, there is something wrong. 'Tonight, whoever is heartbroken is the same', that's all. If it is night, how can you see Luohong and Qingshan?"

Concubine Lu: "Mr. Long's words are a rhetorical question. What he said is that people are already drunk, and their worries are still unresolved. Who will be with me to resolve their worries tonight?"

"So that's the case, or what the empress said is right." The little maid suddenly realized.

This also makes sense, but Concubine Lou thought about it, and still felt that this sentence seemed very abrupt here. Although it deepened the meaning of this half of the words and was useful for some questions, it still destroyed the sense of smoothness in it.It was like sitting in a speeding carriage, and the wheels were suddenly scratched by a small stone on the ground, which made people feel unspeakably uncomfortable.

"Actually, this song "Long Lovesickness" can be explained through the flowers falling in late spring, the residual wine and drizzle, and the distant mountains. There is no need to explain it in one sentence. It lacks a lot of aftertaste. Long Mingqing's poem shows good talent, but he still lacks the ability to grasp the charm of the poem."

In her heart, Concubine Lou couldn't help but comment on Long Zai.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but lose interest, and couldn't bring up her mental records anymore.

At this moment, she suddenly heard someone in the midst of the laughter say calmly: "Second, what are you asking me to do? Isn't it just a song "Long Lovesickness", so what's the problem? Grandson is so sick , you think I'm not in a hurry, give me 2 minutes."

"2 minutes, what is a minute?" A lewd voice sounded.

Concubine Lou was also wondering, what is Min Min?

The man's voice sounded again: "Just for a moment, I will leave after finishing this poem."

As soon as the voice fell, the whole world fell silent at the same time.

Then he laughed loudly: "This fake Juren, haha, is really arrogant. Just now, Mingqing has already written a masterpiece, but you still want to make a fool of yourself. Haha, in my opinion, this poem is already top-notch, even if He Jingming, Li Mengyang is here, and he might not be able to win in the midst of his eagerness. Haha, he is beyond his control!"

Concubine Lou couldn't help laughing, although Long didn't write a sentence in this poem well, but looking at the whole world, if anyone writes it, it may not be able to beat him.At least in the next few decades, there should be no "Sauvignon Blanc" that can surpass today's work.

It is undoubtedly impossible for this young scholar, not to mention whether his talent is real or not, to write another excellent work of the same quality in such a hurry.

At this moment, the voice became a little impatient: "Can everyone be quiet, Xiaosheng has something important to do, so I can't stay for a long time, and leave after finishing this poem."

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait any longer. Amidst the laughter of the crowd, he read aloud: "One journey through the mountains, one journey through the water."