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Chapter 11 When is the moon?

A boat parade on the Qinhuai River, the two banks of the river are brightly lit, and the gates of Jiangning are not closed on the Mid-Autumn Festival night.At this time, the streets in the city were crowded with people. Not long after dinner, people came out of various households, and the streets and alleys went to the most prosperous streets centered on the Confucius Temple and Mingyuan Tower. Come over, the lanterns on the road are like weaving, like a mighty and unquenchable fire, the hawkers are shouting loudly, the dragon and lion dance teams pass by, beating gongs and drums, and there are also jugglers. Miaomiao singing to attract guests can be heard in the village, and sometimes you can see the dance inside, and people come in and out from time to time, which is very lively.

The slightly famous brothel women have already gone tonight, and they can occasionally find seats in the hall. From time to time, there will be news from the street that a certain poem will be made by a certain young master. This is the highlight of tonight. One, then I can hear a famous prostitute in a certain brothel sing this poem, and then I can hear the news that another masterpiece will be released in a certain poem. The talented people compete with each other, and the beautiful people will These talents are decorated with a beautiful crimson atmosphere. Most people enjoy the lanterns and watch the lively atmosphere. In this atmosphere, they can feel the relics of Wei and Jin Dynasties, and the elegance of Tang Dynasty is nothing more than that.

The way of poetry has flourished since the Tang Dynasty, and it has been developed for hundreds of years at this time. Although Ning Yi and Qin Lao would say a few words when they chatted with each other, "it's hard to say that the big talents are small", it is because they have no vision. Stay in the normal pattern.In fact, at this time, the high-level officials of the country have also considered the fact that poetry is useless. In the end, what standard should be used to select scholars is something that has been repeatedly measured in the past [-] years. The imperial examination sometimes excluded poetry from the selection criteria, and sometimes used Come in, keep weighing, and back and forth.

However, even if the upper levels have such considerations, in fact, the status of poetry at this time has at least reached a glorious position in the whole big picture. If you can really write a good poem, it will definitely be everywhere you go. There will be no lack of respect and courtesy, and the elegant atmosphere is the brand of an era.Since the Tang Dynasty, the prosperous and prosperous poetry culture has been deposited here as the foundation of the whole society, and it is the most shining part in the history of civilization development. Countless masterpieces and masterpieces are like the stars and the sand, which is the most important part of the Han civilization.

At this time in Jiangning City, Wuyi Lane and Confucius Temple are the most lively and prosperous commercial streets. In these places, there are display cards displayed by merchants, and poems that can be presented at various poetry festivals are one after another. Gathered over, occasionally someone recited aloud, and some merchants arranged for girls who could sing songs to sing a paragraph. On the street, in the nearby teahouses and restaurants, in large and small gatherings, literati and students shook their heads and commented on the good ones. Poetry, commenting on who's poetry can be sung the longest, even the common people who have never read, can feel this kind of artistic conception in such an atmosphere, comment and discuss with the people around them, and get some elegance.

The six boats in Puyuan have long since left the shore and are slowly driving along the most beautiful and lively section of the river. Even so, it is not closed. More than ten boats follow the banks of the Qinhuai River. While driving all the way, occasionally people go to the big boat, and occasionally they carry people or pass poems, like a water palace accompanied by little fish.Those who get on the boat will pass on the excellent works produced tonight, as well as some stories and news. For example, at some banquets, a big man announced that he would betroth his daughter to whom and so, or which famous person praised the excellent poetry. young student.

In fact, the poems of the Puyuan Poetry Society are still quite available. A few years ago, I had bought poems with people to cope with this day, but now there is no need to buy poems. Since I have money, I can always hire a few truly talented people. people come.Although it still can't compare to the most famous Shishui Poetry Club or Lichuan Poetry Club, but after some lively hype, the fame will slowly rise.

The Mid-autumn Festival's poetry gatherings usually have the theme of the month, but naturally they will not only write about the moon all night. Some poetry gatherings have restrictions, and the host is relatively strong. Everyone chatted happily and asked a topic for whatever reason. , Poetry clubs are all literati associations, and there are also tit-for-tat or secret rivalries, such as Zhishui and Lichuan, after hearing the topic over there, someone may also say: "Speaking of this, Xiaosheng also occasionally has a First..." Then he calmly commented on the crowd, and on the surface, it was natural that he couldn't tell that he had the heart to fight.If poetry is really at a very high level, it’s true that it’s impossible to tell the difference, but if it’s a lot worse, then it’s still clear at a glance.

This time has not yet reached the most enthusiastic time, and the poetry meeting will be held until the early morning. It is impossible to achieve a really good poem by accident. Most of the students will prepare one or two proud works. They feel that their talents are not enough, there is no need Only those who show shame in front of those top figures will be released early, and the climax that really makes the top talents release their trump card will often not start until midnight. If you can get a good reputation at this time tonight, you will accumulate Fame, the future career will also be much smoother.

The night is getting darker in this atmosphere, the moon is in the middle of the sky, and the atmosphere of the city is still getting warmer.In the small courtyard of the Su family, Ning Yi and Xiao Chan had already returned to their room. The liveliness that could be seen from here had already been seen, and it was starting to be windy outside.

The hustle and bustle of the outside world will still be vaguely spread here, and the two masters and servants are holding a small Mid-Autumn Festival party.Because he didn't remember the details of The Story of the West Chamber clearly, and considering that the Story of the West Chamber taught the young lady to cheat, Ning Yi finally told Xiaochan about Journey to the West.Afterwards, Xiaochan also sang two little songs for him, interspersed with dances that girls were not very skilled in dancing - it is said that she saw it at a performance and learned it herself - Su Tan'er did not think about the future This girl wants to give away or please others, so she let the three girls read, read, do embroidery, and help manage the servants to help her with things, but did not teach them musical instruments and dances, so although singing and the like are reluctant, but dancing is not enough. Still not, just jumped up and looked light and cute.

Xiaochan likes to play backgammon, but Ning Yi is sick after all, and this kind of mental work should be avoided. After Xiaochan finished singing and dancing, Ning Yi played a simple magic trick for her, took a chess piece and disappeared in his hand, and then The little girl was taken aback when she took it out of the other party's hair or pocket, and Ning Yi smiled and told her the principle. During the process of Xiaochan's clumsy repetition, Ning Yi just said: "I'm going to sleep, and the time is still there. Morning, Xiaochan, go to Puyuan Poetry Club to play... By the way, the invitation is on the table..."

"I'll go after Uncle is asleep." Xiaochan said with a smile.

"Oh, how about you sing me a song then?"

"Okay, what song do you want to listen to, uncle?"

The songs at this time were actually mostly poems, and the words and cards had a fixed singing method, but these singing methods have been lost in modern times.There are not many lyrics and songs that Xiaochan can sing. The two took a poetry anthology and chose songs by the bed.

"Yong Yuzi..."

"This little Chan can't."

"What about the song "Remembering Jiangnan?"

"This one can sing." Xiaochan eagerly prepared to sing.

"Forget it, I don't like this song."

"Do you want to listen to Uncle Niannujiao?"

"This water tune song head is not bad, uh... water tune head song..."

"This will be this meeting."

"Can you sing water tunes?" Ning Yi thought about it, "Oh, there are quite a lot of little Chans."

"Just sing this?"

"Uh... let's sing another song, it's also the head of the water tune..."

Ning Yi was bored, and actually remembered when Faye Wong's bright moon would be there, but Su Shi in this era didn't seem to have written this song. He asked Xiaochan to bring a pen and paper, lying on the bedside and twisting and writing poems on rice paper. , let Xiaochan sing and listen, Xiaochan saw her eyes sparkling: "Did you write it?"

"Oh." Ning Yi thought about it, saw Xiaochan's look of anticipation, and shrugged, "I wrote it, I'll give it to you. Sing quickly."

Xiaochan read the word for a while, and sang it seriously according to the rhythm of the word and card. The little girl sang lightly and tactfully. Although she was not very professional, she sang it halfway because she was too serious, but the mood was still very good, Ning Yi listened. After finishing, he smiled: "Teach you another way to sing."

"Yeah?" Xiaochan blinked, "Another... singing?"

"Well, I sing a sentence, you sing a sentence, it should be easy to learn... Oh, mainly because I want to hear it."

Although there are some doubts, since she can learn something, Xiaochan immediately becomes happy. She has been with Ning Yi for the longest time, so she has gradually understood that there are often mysterious and interesting things about this uncle. In the room, Xiaochan learned the first sentence of this water tune according to the novel melody.

"When will the moon be there, ask Qingtian about the wine..."

"When will the moon be there, ask Qingtian about the wine..."

"I don't know the palace in the sky..."

"I don't know the palace in the sky..."

"Well, it's not bad... What year is today?"

"Well, it's not bad... What year is today?"

"..."

"Hehe, Uncle, let's sing the next sentence..."

In any case, not long after, Ning Yi still heard some modern songs that he missed in this era.In the future, if it is possible, I can copy down modern songs and teach Xiaochan to sing alone, or find someone who can compose and play musical instruments later, and compose similar songs. It's nothing if you don't go out and go to the hall of grace.

"How do you feel? Does it sound good?"

"It sounds so good..." Although Cipai has a fixed singing method, these ancient songs and many operas have the same source, mostly monophonic music. In terms of tactful changes, they are not as good as modern songs after all. The rhythm of the song follows a soft line, and it is not too far apart compared to this era. If the song is about mice loving rice at this time, Xiaochan probably died of disgust or scared to death, but this time the little girl looked at him. His eyes seemed to have turned into admiration and admiration, "Uncle can also compose music..."

Ning Yi laughed: "Just hum this song by yourself, don't sing it all over the place, you little girl, if you dare to change the lyrics and sing, you may be called ignorant, you know?"

"Yeah." Xiaochan held the rice paper and nodded vigorously.

"Okay...good night." Ning Yi climbed into the bed, turned his head after a moment, and found that Xiaochan was still sitting on the stool beside the bed looking at him, as if he was sitting beside the bed when he had a cold a few days ago. , Blocked and waved: "I'm fine, let's go out." Xiaochan then reacted, and quickly stood up and walked out the door.

"Hey, take the invitation on the table, or be careful not to let you get on the boat..."

After shouting, Ning Yi yawned after Xiaochan blew out the lights, took the invitation, and closed the door. The noise of the city was still faintly heard, but the little light on the window was enough to prove that it was outside. At the time of the lively, he smiled: "A night of fish and dragon dance..." Then, he fell into drowsiness.

Xiaochan stood blankly for a while with her back against the wooden pillar in the room. After confirming that Ning Yi was really asleep, she went downstairs. She went back to her room and turned on the lamp. On her desk, she copied the words and sentences that were not beautiful because they were written beside the bed. The little girl's calligraphy was very small and had a graceful aura.She read the words written by Ning Yi several times before she put her blushing face in the bottom of the drawer and hid it, like a thief.

Afterwards, she walked out of the yard and saw that there was no one on the road, so she trotted all the way to the gate, went to the steward and asked for a carriage and a free driver, and happily went to the Puyuan Poetry Club to join in the fun .

Well, little girl, after all, she still likes this kind of liveliness.

(End of this chapter)