Prince of Song Dynasty

Chapter 414
Liu Jinyu took the rice paper that Liu Yueze handed over, glanced at it casually, but then his eyes lit up, his expression became serious, and he read in his mouth: "The official willows in the Qinhuai night park move the autumn leaves, Qinhuai is born in the evening Tide. The new moon is seen on the tower, and the lights are on the double bridge. The red foil is opened across the bank, and the purple flute is played in the wind. Whoever pities the wanderer, the heart is shaking."

After reading this poem, Liu Jinyu's eyes became brighter and brighter. After savoring it carefully for a while, she said: "This poem is top-notch. In today's world, it belongs to my Tang country. The literary world is prosperous, but all kinds of poems are inevitable. Pursuit of complexity and exhaustive changes. And tonight's topic is Qinhuai River View, that is, it is better not to have any words "river" and "water". Mooring a boat on the Qinhuai River, the spring breeze blows the willows, and the evening tide grows on the shore, full of poetic and picturesque flavor. The four sentences in the middle describe what we have seen and heard when mooring the boat on the Qinhuai River. This is the center of gravity and the highlight of the whole poem. , The lights on the double bridge are originally a static scene. The words "see" and "shang" are the characters, which turn the static into dynamic. Five or six sentences, "Zhu Foil" and "Purple Xiao", are extremely gorgeous; Shore' and 'Facing the Wind' are even more misty; they seem like a fairyland in Penglai."

"In addition, from the perspective of scenery description, these few poems are also very characteristic. First of all, it is the wonderful location management. The poet's sight shifts from the riverside tower to the crescent moon in the sky, and then to the small bridge across the Qinhuai River. Go to the Zhulian embroidery household on the other side of the river. There are near and far, patchwork and three-dimensional. Secondly, the coinage is very particular. For example, 'Ge'an', 'Linfeng', 'Opening Zhu Foil', 'Nong Zixiao' , the graceful figure and elegant posture of the beautiful woman are vivid and vivid. The whole picture of the poem is beautiful and handsome, which clearly shows the characteristics of the Qinhuai River, but it does not contain the slightest smell of fireworks. Since the Tang Dynasty, hundreds of years of poetry There are also many works with profound artistic conception and profound artistic conception. However, at this time, many poetic works are often on the road of exhausting the complicated changes. Features. There are very few poems whose artistic conception can reach the level of this poem. Good poem!"

At this time, some people in the main boat looked at each other, and some murmured and repeated verses, very quiet.In fact, it’s nothing more than other words and sentences, but this song "Qinhuai Night Mooring" copied by Ye Chen is known in the history of Chinese literature together with Du Mu's "Parking Qinhuai" in the Tang Dynasty. Two of the best lines in poetry.It has passed the test of time and history, and it does have a charm that has been passed down for thousands of years without fading.At this time, everyone here is considered to be living on poetry. They have studied poetry for decades, some even for a lifetime. They may not be as accurate as Liu Jinyu's comments, but they can still tell the level.

"I don't know if this poem was written by that great talent?" someone asked.

The rice paper on which this poem was written had already been passed to Liu Yueze, the head of the Liu family. Hearing this, he lowered his head to look.I saw that there was an inscription on the bottom left of the paper, and there were seven words written impressively.

Chen House.

Chen Qing.

The word Zhongshu.

At this time, Ye Chen had disregarded Liu Zongyang's dissuasion, got off the boat ahead of time, and drove to Su Mansion in a carriage with Chen Feng and Chen Jun, who looked excited and complicated.

Just before, after Ye Chen finished writing the good poem "Qinhuai Night Mooring", he suddenly saw a familiar black shadow flashing by the bank through the window.Then I was absent-minded, just thinking about going home early.

In the side cabins above the main boat of the Liu Family’s Eight Lian Boat, the singers and dancers participating in the performance are putting on makeup or resting in rooms. The main hall of the Liu Fang Poetry Club is only a board away from them. If you go out of the corridor, you can also watch the party from behind the gauze curtain at the crossing.

Because Liu Jinyu, the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, will appear on stage tonight, and the Liu family paid a lot of money, so most of the people who can come to participate in this performance tonight are women who have a certain reputation by the Qinhuai River, and most of them have their own charms. Even if it is an ordinary poetry club, one of them can provoke the overall situation.

For them, this kind of poetry club is just going out to perform singing and dancing. As long as they have outstanding talents, that is enough to leave a deep impression on people, but at the poetry meeting, the protagonists are not them after all.Therefore, each one's posture is quite reserved, playing the role of green leaves quietly, moistening things silently and making people remember.Pride and reserve are just means, and fame is the most important thing.

Among the most famous women who came here tonight was Bi Qiaoer from Xiangyue Tower.Xiangyue Building has only been open for more than half a year, but it is well managed and has developed rapidly. It is now one of the top nine brothels in Jinling.And Bi Qiaoer is the oiran of Xiangyue Tower.

At this time in the room, Bi Qiaoer was holding her cheeks and looking around at the bronze mirror with all the make-up. Lian Er, the maidservant, was also watching, and she talked with her own lady with a light smile: "Miss, what are you doing?" When I went out to perform just now, Mr. Fu kept looking at you without blinking his eyes."

Deep in Biqiaoer's eyes was a look of worry about something, she sighed at this moment, and glanced at her with a smile: "I went out to perform, and they were looking at me, what's so strange. Lianer You, but you only saw Mr. Fu alone, which makes people feel strange."

"Miss, is it true?" Lian Er wrinkled her little red face in protest, "He's not taking his eyes off it!"

"If you didn't stare at him, how would you know that he was staring at me?" Bi Qiaoer continued to laugh and joke, and the little maid pouted in embarrassment, and decided to ignore her, but after a while, she Leaning over: "Miss, who will get the leader of the Liu Fang Poetry Competition tonight?"

Bi Qiaoer tilted her head and put a small flower in her hair: "There is no first in literature, and there is no real standard in fighting poetry. Where is there any leader? You girl, you just like to ask these questions."

Lian'er saw that her young lady was absent-minded, she glanced left and right, lowered her voice, and said, "Miss! Is the chief envoy really dead?"

"Shut up! Is your secrecy training in vain? These words can be said casually on such an occasion. Do you want to kill the entire Xiangyue Building?" Before Lian Er could finish speaking, Bi Qiao Er'er's complexion changed slightly, and she reached out to cover Lian'er's mouth with her hand, then put her cherry-like red lips next to Lian'er's ears, and said in the sound of mosquitoes flying.

Although Bi Qiaoer's voice was low, the sternness in her words still brought tears to the eyes of Lian Er, who was only fifteen or sixteen years old. She lowered her head and said softly, "Miss! I know I was wrong."

At this time, another maid of Biqiao came over from the door: "Miss, it seems that there is another good poem, let's go and have a look."

"Oh?" Bi Qiaoer had a smile on her face in an instant, and wiped away her tears. Lian'er, who was already smiling, went out together, towards the gauze curtain at the entrance of the promenade, several women from various brothels They were all gathered here, and after Bi Qiaoer came over, she also watched from the side of the gauze curtain, and heard the voice of "Who pities the wanderer, his heart is shaking" from the other side, which Liu Jinyu had read earlier. This is the second recitation by one of the students.

The atmosphere of the poetry meeting was actually a bit strange at this time, and it was a little quieter. During the previous grand event, everyone was very enthusiastic about writing and reciting poems, talking and laughing, but now it seemed to be suppressed by some kind of aura.Everyone was still reminiscing about the poem, and then these women also got a piece of paper on which the poem was copied, gathered together and read the whole poem, and then read it again, Bi Qiaoer's eyes sparkled brightly.

"Chen Fu, Chen Qing, named Zhongshu, who is this?"

"I haven't heard of it"

Compared with the students outside who were first immersed in the poem, the women here, after realizing the meaning of the poem, were first concerned about who made it. They read the inscription several times and asked each other, but Never heard the name.At this time, someone outside has already asked: "What do you think of this poem?"

"this poem"

"Who exactly wrote this poem?"

For a while, no one commented, but someone murmured "wonderful" while nodding, and then the person who read the poem picked it up and read the inscription: "Chen Fu, Chen Qing, Ning Zhongshu, does anyone know about this?" Who is the person?"

A moment of silence.

"Which Chen residence?"

"Liu Fang Poetry Club, it should be the Chen family's Chen family who is in the silk business!"

"Although the business of the Chen Manor is not small, I have never heard of anyone with such a poetic talent."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay for a while, discussing a lot, no one had heard of the name Chen Qing.

Liu Yueze then had no choice but to call the person who sent the poems outside, but it turned out that the person who came in was not a servant, but Liu Zongyang, the Juren of the Liu family.Liu Zongyang was once taught by Liu Jinyu, he was half of Liu Jinyu's disciple, he had some talent, after he came in, he saluted Liu Jinyu respectfully, and then he smiled and talked about what he knew.Finally, it is said that the scholar named Chen Qing has left early.

"Oh! It turned out to be a scholar from Suzhou, Wuyue Kingdom. His family was ruined by the Song Dynasty government a month ago, so he came to Jinling to join his relatives. No wonder there is a line at the end of this song "Qinhuai Night Mooring". Shake it.' Such emotion."

As soon as these words came out, not only the people present, but also the woman behind the gauze next to them looked at each other in dismay, and then the voice also rang out.

"You actually left early?"

"His life experience is indeed bizarre and tragic"

There is no first in the original text, and there is no standard for poetry reviews. After reaching a certain height, human words account for a large part. Although this song "Qinhuai Night Mooring" is really good, it happens to be Liu Jinyu's favorite style, so The evaluation given on the spot was very high.

One must know that during the night of Qinhuai, not only the poem was spread out, but when Liu Jinyu's evaluation of the poem was spread out at the poetry conference, one can imagine the result.

(End of this chapter)