I'm playing tricks in the world of mythology

Chapter 75
Xin Qiji, born in 1140 A.D., has a variety of artistic styles in his poems, mainly bold and unconstrained, calm and heroic but also delicate and feminine.

Do the first words to convince Xin Qiji?
Lin Luo was dumbfounded.

As the saying goes, Tang Poetry and Song Ci, if you want Xin Qiji to approve it, you must do Ci.

Yes, after the Song Dynasty, there are indeed many good words, but it is still very difficult to catch Xin Qiji's eyes.

The reason is not only that Xin Qiji's own standard is too high, but also that the times are different, and the weather vane of popularity is also different.

Lin Luo recalled that he once read an online article at Qidian. The main character was reborn in the 70s and made a fortune by writing novels.

Well, the main character must be reborn in a parallel world, otherwise everyone around him will be time-traveled.

The thinking is really ahead of the times.

But I am not.

I am here in the Southern Song Dynasty, where the root is Zhengmiaohong. Not to mention the supporting roles, even the people who eat melons can distinguish the quality of poetry.

This is how to do?
If I randomly copied a poem from the Ming Dynasty or the Qing Dynasty, due to the difference in time, would they think that I was written by an illiterate?

"Brother, have you thought about it?" Xin Qiji asked.

"Mr. You'an, don't waste your time. Writing lyrics is an elegant thing, but not everyone can do it." In the crowd, someone shouted.

"If it's okay, I have to make a song. I've collected all my bets...although it's only two pennies." The man who just made a one-fifty handicap interjected.

"Not yet, sir, please wait a little longer." Lin Luo naturally ignored the sarcasm of the boring people, he looked at Xin Qiji with a lot of emotion - Xin Qiji is alive.

very young.

Du Niang's pictures are all old men.

wait!

young?

Yup!

Since Xin Qiji is so young, isn't it true that his middle-aged or even later works have not yet been written?

Lin Luo thought of Xin Qiji's pinnacle work——

"Sapphire Case·Yuanxi".

This poem was written in the first year of Chunxi in the Southern Song Dynasty, that is, in 1174 AD.

Written by 34-year-old Xin Qiji!
That's right, it's this one.

And this poem is very suitable for the occasion. The poem itself starts with rendering the colorful lanterns, reflecting a female image that is lonely, indifferent, superior and unconventional, and different from emerald and emerald women.

The whole poem adopts a contrastive technique, and the first film is extremely written about the grand occasion of the lantern festival with dazzling lanterns and melodious music.

The second film focuses on the protagonist's search for a lonely woman standing in a dimly lit place among the clouds of beauties.

He may be dissatisfied with other people's words, so what about his own writing?
Must obey!
"Brother, it's late at night, if I wait any longer, I'll miss my time to go home and read." Xin Qiji looked at Lin Luo and urged again.

Lin Luo was about to speak, when another member of the audience interrupted: "Mr. You'an, with your talent and learning, do you still need to read?"

Xin Qiji smiled and said: "Learning is endless, what's more, what I read is the art of war, which is "Wu Mu's Suicide Note" written by Marshal Yue."

"Sir, are you going to give up your pen and join the army?"

"It's not true that I gave up my pen, but it's true that I joined the army. But my parents are here, so I don't want to travel far. Let's wait for another two or three years."

Speaking of which, Xin Qiji asked Lin Luo again: "Brother..."

"I can't do it, Mr. is a great talent, he is a late learner, and he is ashamed of himself." Lin Luo bowed slightly, feeling ashamed.

He thought of more deeds of Xin Qiji.

This patriotic poet devoted his life to restoring rivers and mountains, and to making contributions to himself, but his fate was ill-fated and his ambition was hard to repay.

He joined the army at the age of 21. Because he advocated resistance to gold all his life, he has been rejected and suppressed by the capitulation faction in power. He has been relegated many times and has not been reused for a long time.

However, he never wavered in his belief in restoring the Central Plains. Instead, he put all his passion, concern and worries about the rise and fall of the country and the destiny of the nation into his poems.

Xin Qiji is such a true hero, a true hero, and just now, Lin Luo wanted to plagiarize his work and pretend to be aggressive in front of him.

As for the purpose, it was just to make Mr. Li smile.

Shame.

"Don't you want to give it a try?" Xin Qiji encouraged.

Lin Luo shook his head and said firmly, "No need."

"In that case, I'll go first."

………………

"Sir, I'm sorry."

After leaving the booth in the middle, Lin Luo and the other three were still playing at the lantern festival. Li Shishi looked down and said.

Lin Luo asked puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"If it wasn't for me, Xianggong wouldn't be so embarrassing." Li Shishi sighed, his tone full of apology.

"You think too much, what's the shame? In fact, I am also very good, only a little worse than him." Lin Luo laughed.

Li Shishi said in relief: "Sanggong is really open-minded."

"He's not open-minded, he's poor."

Xie Bi'an and Xiaoqing came back at some point, standing behind them, the latter jokingly said, "He can write lyrics? A ghost would believe it."

"No, I don't believe it." Old Antique Xie Bi'an gave a rare skinny. .

Everyone laughed, only Feng Jing smiled unnaturally.

"You look down on me, don't you? What should I say?" Lin Luo pretended to be angry and raised his eyebrows.

"What you say is what you say." Xie Bi'an shrugged, with a look of contempt on his face.

Xiaoqing rolled her eyes and said with a smile, "If you do it, I'll take you to a good place, where there are many treasures."

"What do you say?" Lin Luo looked at Li Shishi and dug a hole for him.

Li Shishi smiled, and walked quickly to a large revolving lantern in front of him: "Hee hee~ Mr., there is a poem on this lamp, come and copy one, we pretend we didn't see it."

"Okay! Shishi, you don't believe me... just listen up!"

Lin Luo calmly, with his hands behind his back, sang softly and slowly:

"Dongfeng puts flowers and thousands of trees at night,

It blows down even more, and the stars are like rain.

BMW engraves the car and the road is full of fragrance.

The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned lightly,
One night fish and dragon dance.

Moth snow willow golden strands,
The smile was filled with fragrance.

People look for him thousands of Baidu,
Looking back suddenly, the man is there,
Dimly lit place. "

………………

silence.

long silence.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and everyone held their breath, immersed in the artistic conception of this poem, completely unable to extricate themselves.

The so-called lingering sound is nothing more than that!
"I looked for him thousands of times in the crowd, and suddenly I looked back, but the man was there, in a dimly lit place..."

Li Shishi repeated word by word, murmuring softly like a dream, and his beautiful eyes were full of splendor.

But after a while, she suddenly understood something, walked quickly to Lin Luo, grabbed the latter's ear, and said angrily: "The lights are dim? Tell me, who did you write this poem for!?"

"It hurts...it hurts...it's a coincidence, it's just a coincidence!" Lin Luo tilted his head and cried out in pain.

"Good words, good words! Unexpectedly, Xiongtai is such a hidden person."

Not far away, a figure came quickly, but it was Xin Qiji who had left and returned. At this moment, he was full of excitement and clapped his hands: "You'an is not only convinced by this poem, but also willing to bow down!"

　It’s superfluous to explain two points. First, the dimly lit place means a dimly lit place. If you look for him thousands of times, he is a man, because the word “she” did not exist in the Song Dynasty, and the word “she” was created by Liu Bannong in 1920.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)