Datang: Wrong start into the bridal chamber, the bride is Jinyang

Until the Northern and Southern Dynasties "Mulan Ci" appeared.

As for "Mulan Song", it has been nearly 100 years. During this time, there has never been a masterpiece handed down to the world. Gao Yang never thought that he could hear it at this time.

Regardless of how powerful this "Xianyun Nongqiao" is, or whether it is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, Gao Yang has already realized the power of this poem after only listening to it once.

At the beginning of this poem, it is written "Xianyun Nengqiao". The soft and colorful clouds change into many beautiful and ingenious patterns, which shows the exquisite craftsmanship of Weaver Girl.

And "Flying Stars Spread Hate", those shining stars seem to convey their parting sorrows and parting hatred, they are flying across the sky, far away in the Milky Way, separating two lovers, they walked through the night, and traveled thousands of miles to meet each other meeting.

The latter sentence, when Jinfeng Yulu meets, it will win the countless people in the world, not to mention, it will directly make people's scalp numb and their eyes moist.

At the time of parting, how can the feeling of love last day and night?Just this one sentence can make this poem soul-stirring.

Although not neat.

Meeting each other wins the world, knowing the words, the love between the two is not in the morning and evening, and the talk is out of the ordinary.It is really hard to find the right one with such a high intention.

What's more, there is more than one song!

The Lovebird and Lian Lizhi are obviously different, but I don't know why there is only one sentence!

Gao Yang took a deep breath, looked at Jin Yang with a shocked face, and wanted to continue to ask something, but at this moment, he heard bustle and bustle outside.

She immediately frowned and asked, "What happened outside? Why is it so noisy?"

Zisu went out to take a look outside, then turned her head and said, "His Royal Highness, the son-in-law of Fang Erlang was drinking tea and enjoying the moon on the second floor, but Pei Qingyun, Cui He'an and other scholars walked over and forced the son-in-law to compose poems." One song, the concubine Fang couldn't refuse, so I made one!"

"what?"

Jin Yang exclaimed first, and widened his beautiful eyes.

Gao Yang's delicate body trembled, and he hurriedly asked: "What did he do?"

Zisu said: "Mulan's Tangsha boat!"

"Oh?"

Gao Yang was startled.

"Still writing! The second sentence has come out, and the jade flute and gold pipe sit at both ends!" Zisu continued.

Gao Yang's face froze for a moment, and he felt a little disappointed.

These two sentences are very mediocre, almost declarative sentences, and there is still a big gap between them and "Xianyun Make Qiao", even compared to the lovebirds.

And at this moment, someone outside seemed to be booing: "Mulan's sandy boat, jade flute and gold pipes sit at both ends! Haha, concubine, what sentence is this?"

"This is a narrative sentence!"

"Fang Consort, if it's just this sentence, I'm afraid it won't make me dare to chant poems!"

Gao Yang glanced outside and frowned.

I saw a young man sitting in the middle of the crowd, holding a writing brush. Facing the ridicule of the crowd, he shook his head lightly. He didn't refute or speak.

"There are thousands of dendrobium in the bottle of fine wine, and the prostitutes are sent to stay with the waves."

"what!"

"Vulgar! Vulgar! Still carrying around with prostitutes? It's really degrading!"

"I didn't expect Fang Concubine to be so elegant. It is said that Fang Concubine used to enter the Wanhua Building from time to time. I am so moved, I am afraid I feel the same way!"

"This sentence is better than the previous one. But, that's all!" One person laughed narrowly, his eyes full of disdain.

"Husband, he..."

Jin Yang's eyes could not help showing deep worry.

Gao Yang didn't speak, but still frowned.

These two sentences are really mediocre. The first sentence is almost a declarative sentence without much literary talent, while the latter sentence is better, but it still makes people feel vulgar.

But the young man holding the writing brush was unmoved when he saw the people around him saying this. He just glanced at them lightly, but still didn't speak.

Continue to write: "Immortals are waiting to ride the yellow crane, and Haike has no intention of following the white gull."

"what?"

Gao Yang's delicate body shook slightly, and his beautiful eyes widened.

The surrounding onlookers also fell silent for a moment, and many people showed a hint of surprise in their eyes.

If the first two sentences are relatively mediocre, even a bit vulgar, but with the appearance of this sentence, the momentum of the whole poem has changed in vain.

The scene of the journey on the river began to show, with a kind of supernatural color, like a dream, like a dream, and extremely gorgeous.

"This sentence is not bad! Immortal rides a crane, Haike white gull, it is a good sentence!"

"This sentence...is really good..."

The person who was still laughing just now didn't dare to speak, and frowned, revealing a hint of deep thought.

And the man looked at the crowd, but still didn't speak, his expression was indifferent.

He seemed to be still thinking, and he didn't write for a while.

After a while, just when everyone couldn't bear it anymore, he waved the brush again and wrote more than a dozen large characters: "Qu Ping's poem hangs on the sun and the moon, and the king of Chu stands on the empty hills! "

"Wow!"

"Qu Ping? Empty hills?"

When this sentence was uttered, some people couldn't help but stared, their eyes widened in disbelief, and a hellish expression appeared in their eyes instantly.

"This this……"

Qu Yuan was loyal and patriotic, but was exiled, and finally sank in Miluo. His poems and Fu can compete with the sun and the moon, and they will live forever.

The king of Chu was licentious, extravagant and desperate, and his death brought disaster to the country. The palaces, terraces and pavilions built by enslaved commoners in the past have long since disappeared, and only desolate hills can be seen everywhere.

"This poem...is magnificent!"

"This is a good sentence from the upper class!"

Gao Yang's delicate body shook violently again, his beautiful eyes widened, and he felt his scalp tingling, as if his hair stood on end one by one.

Although the man hadn't been surprised to write down yet, just this sentence is enough to see that this poem is by no means simple.

"Those people...husband..." Jin Yang frowned, didn't know what to say, but just felt worried, her literary talent was still young, and she couldn't tell how powerful this sentence was.

Gao Yang glanced back at her, frowned, his eyes were full of shock, and he didn't speak.

At this time, the bustling scholars outside were all quiet, and they seemed to have held their breath, waiting for Fang Jun to write a sentence.

Yes, this sentence is not finished yet.

However, Fang Jun did not continue to write immediately, but raised his head and glanced at them lightly, with a look of boredom on his face.

"In the future, don't write poetry anymore! Spend your energy on the right path and think more about the people's livelihood! Poems are useless after all. Hard work can rejuvenate the country, and empty talk can harm the country!" He said with a sigh, and then He held the brush and continued to write down.

Everyone wanted to refute, but seeing him start writing again, they all held their breath and didn't make a sound!

"Xing... Xing Han writes and shakes the five mountains, and Shicheng smiles proudly at Ling Cangzhou."

Boom!

When this sentence fell, it was as if a bolt of lightning had struck the heads of everyone, as if they had been killed by lightning.

In an instant, almost everyone felt their scalps go numb, and goose bumps all over their bodies instantly.

"Shake... shake the five mountains, Ling... Ling Cangzhou!"

Chapter 62

Everyone's faces turned pale.

All of them were stupefied.

Many people feel that their heads are buzzing.

Although poetry has been circulated in China for thousands of years, there are very few such poems.

For example, "The Song of Mulan" is a narrative poem. It uses methods such as question-and-answer, presentation, and parallelism to describe the mood of the characters. It is more for people to look at Mulan's life from the perspective of a bystander, and it is difficult to bring emotions into it. Things are mostly graceful.

The same is true for "Peacock Flying Southeast". It is also a similar narrative poem, and its style is an authentic Yuefu folk song, belonging to the school of mandarin ducks and butterflies.

"Li Sao" is well-known and is the pinnacle of Chu Ci. Although it can compete with the sun and the moon, it is far inferior when it comes to arrogance and domineering.

It can be said that before the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, most of the poems were mostly graceful, and most of them were narrative poems and Yuefu folk songs, which were sung. After the prosperous Tang Dynasty, poetry ushered in its first peak, and many famous poets completely pushed poetry to a new height.

A height that no one in later generations can beat!

Excited to write and shake the five mountains, the poem becomes a smile and proud Ling Cangzhou!

How overbearing!

How crazy!

Just this sentence can overwhelm the entire Zhenguan, or even half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Originally, all the scholars wanted to compare who is more powerful with Fang Jun, but how can they compare now?What people shake is the Five Sacred Mountains, and what they shake is Cangzhou.

Everyone couldn't help looking at Fang Jun, with deep awe in their eyes.

They asked you to write poetry, but they didn't ask you to flip the table!

You are like this, how will people play in the future?

Many people present are proficient in this way, so they can see at a glance how far this sentence has reached!

Think about it seriously, he said just now that people would not dare to write poems in the future... It's really not an exaggeration. If such a sentence is smashed, if they want to write poems in the future, I'm afraid they will have to seriously think about how to shake the five mountains and how to write poems. Ling Cangzhou is here!

The audience was quiet, silent.

Many people feel that their throats are stuck, and they want to speak, but they don't know what to say, their faces are dull, and they are gasping for breath.

The surroundings fell into dead silence, even Gao Yang was stunned.

Jin Yang looked outside and saw that many people stopped talking, he suddenly felt weird, and hurriedly asked: "Sister Huang, husband's poem... isn't it good?"

Gao Yang glanced back at her, complex emotions flashed in his eyes, his delicate body trembled slightly, and he couldn't grasp the booklet in his hand steadily.

Heard of Fang Jun's name, thought he was just a dandy, a martial artist, good at eating, drinking and having fun, proficient in everything, but illiterate.

But this time...

She no longer knew what expression she had.

"Okay! Haha, this poem is just right! Zhiziniang, I didn't expect Fang Er that you can compose poems?" A loud laugh came out, and a burly man appeared behind the crowd, who else would it be if it wasn't Cheng Chubi? ?

I saw him walking over with two beautiful young ladies, who seemed to be watching the moon just now.

"After all, you're embarrassing us!"

Fang Jun glanced at him, shook his head, did not speak, he had not finished writing.

Keep writing!

"If the fame and wealth are long, the Han River should also flow northwest!"

"Wow!"

Everyone was shocked again.

The eyes are round!

What is soul-stirring?

This is called soul-stirring!

This poem started from mediocrity, started with a narrative poem, and then climbed step by step, from Qu Ping's poems hanging over the sun and the moon, to the poem Cheng Cheng laughing proudly at Ling Cangzhou, reaching the peak level, extremely arrogant, heroic, but just When everyone would continue to be arrogant, they turned around suddenly, like a big river, pouring down in a gust of water.

This sentence immediately brought back the momentum of the whole poem, causing everyone to think deeply, just like shaking the world, weeping ghosts and gods!

Many people began to gasp for breath, only to feel that they were almost suffocated, their scalps were numb, and their bodies were covered in goose bumps.

There are twelve sentences in the whole poem, with vivid images, exciting emotions, bold and unrestrained momentum, and bright tones.

When I read it, I just feel that it is a piece of magic, done in one go.

From the perspective of the structure and organization of the whole poem, it is dense and ingenious.

The beginning is a narrative description, although mediocre, it leads everyone into an unusual realm.

The two couplets in the middle are paired and finished, but the poetic flavor is positive and negative, which expands the capacity of the poem and is full of ups and downs.