Chapter 446 It’s cold at high places!
The highlight of the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival has finally arrived. There is music playing in the room. Of course, the performer this time is not Lin Zhibai or Xia Xinyi.
This is a music and dance performance arranged in advance by the organizer. The performance venue is in the large courtyard in front of Tianranju. At this time, the courtyard is brightly lit. There are beauties playing the piano, men playing the flute, and even people playing the pipa strings. , a variety of classical instruments harmoniously symphony together.
In the sound of music.
There are warblers and swallows dancing in the courtyard, like elves under the Mid-Autumn moon. The atmosphere is lively yet elegant, and the atmosphere of the scene gradually rises.
“It seems that I finished writing it first?”
As a voice sounded, a literati took the initiative to show the paper in his hand, which contained the poem he had just composed.
“Let me take a look.”
Hu Wei took it, looked at it, smiled and said, "It's acceptable."
Everyone laughed. Mr. Hu’s evaluation can actually be directly understood as “average”.
If the poem was really good, Mr. Hu would directly read it out in public and give a specific evaluation.
The literati who finished writing it first obviously also knew that his work failed to meet Hu Wei's eyes. He took back the paper with a smile and put it directly into his pocket without intending to take it out again.
Subsequently, some literati began to share their works with friends around them.
If a certain work triggers a lively discussion and seems to be recognized as a masterpiece, everyone will pass that work from hand to hand, and eventually it will be handed into the hands of Hu Wei or Shi Yun.
These two represent authority.
The authority here does not just refer to the seniority of these two people in the literary world.
There are many senior people in the literary world, but Hu Wei and Shi Yun are different. Not only are they talented and knowledgeable, they are also leaders of the Qizhou Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the Writers' Association.
This is the real reason why everyone is convinced.
When Hu Wei and Shi Yun came across some works they admired, they would also recite them, let everyone discuss them, and finally give comments.
For example, Li Bai’s words.
"The sky is as blue as water, the blue silver is clear, and the golden waves are clear. It is suspected that Chang'e will hang the treasure mirror high in the palace of Guanghan. The forest leaves sing the sound of autumn, the curtains are like paintings, and the fragrance of osmanthus is blowing. Every year on this eve, this Yulou building Xingqingjue…”
Perhaps he is happy to see the hunting spirit.
Shi Yun finished reading in one breath, and then praised loudly: "Good words!"
Hu Wei couldn't help but nod his head and said: "Li Bai, don't just study your couplets from now on. You are obviously very talented. Wouldn't it be better to study more poetry?"
“The two teachers are very complimentary.”
Li Bai is actually quite crazy, but when facing Hu Wei and Shi Yun, he still behaves very humbly.
After Li Bai, several good poems appeared, which were praised by Hu Wei and Shi Yun.
“The stars are dotted, the moon is round and round. The river flows backwards into the cup and plate...Shou Rang’s "Partridge Sky" really won my heart today.”
“I like this one better. The moon shines separately, the bright river reflects the same shadow, and the outside and inside are both clear... It’s interesting to say that last year’s best works were all poems, but this year’s best ones are all lyrics.”
“There are also good poems.”
“For example, in Teacher Ye’s passage, the fine dust goes with the wind, and the bright moon chases people... Actually, it might be better to change it to ‘the dark dust goes with the horse, and the bright moon chases people’.”
“Be taught!”
Hu Wei and Shi Yun commented on it and sometimes gave some suggestions, which were often to the point and everyone was convinced.
that's all.
Poems will frequently produce excellent works.
The atmosphere was pushed to a climax.
After appraising several poems in succession, Hu Wei suddenly couldn't help but sigh: "Our literary style in Qizhou is really flourishing this year. The quality of these Mid-Autumn Festival poems is more than one and a half stars higher than last year!"
“It’s not just last year.”
Shi Yun said happily: "In the past ten years of the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival, the quality of Qizhou's Mid-Autumn Festival poems has been the best this year!"
The two of them are really happy!
Because this is a part of the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival every year, however, there are always very few poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival that can be regarded as excellent.
But this year, the literati in Qizhou are all as good as chickens, and the poems they write are quite amazing. There are even several works that Shi Yun and Hu Wei feel are qualified to be compiled into "Appreciation of Qizhou's Excellent Contemporary Poetry" Widely circulated!
“But even if a hundred flowers bloom, according to the rules we still have to choose the best song.”
Shi Yun said: "My favorite song from this whole journey is still Li Bai's, especially the last part. Singing and rejoicing, the government and the public are bustling. What's the best time? Hundreds of cups, thousands of songs, drunken chanting to the wind and moon."
“This is wrong.”
Hu Wei had a different opinion: "Li Bai's song can only be ranked second in my heart. The first one should be "Partridge Sky" by Jiang Shoureang. Don't deliberately avoid suspicion just because he is your nephew."
Not so.
Shi Yun smiled and said that the two had different opinions, but they only had a gentle discussion. This is the case every year at the poetry competition. The best one has to be judged, so it is inevitable that there will be times when there are disagreements.
At this time.
But a voice came from the crowd: "Since it is rated as the best, we must watch our Xinyi song "Water Melody Song Tou"!"
The person who spoke was surprisingly Xia Xinyi’s number one dog licker, Zi Zai.
I don’t know when he got next to Xia Xinyi, and he was farting loudly at the work of the most talented woman in Qizhou.
“Read it and listen.”
Someone in the crowd shouted loudly that Xia Xinyi was still good. After all, the title of the most talented woman in Qizhou was not earned for nothing.
Shi Yun and Hu Wei both became interested.
"Can I?"
Wang Zizai looked at the goddess shyly. It wasn't until Xia Xinyi nodded that he received great encouragement and read loudly:
“The autumn sky is as pure as water, and the moon mirror is unsteady on the platform. I am happy in the lonely high place, and my words and smiles take away the atmosphere. There are thousands of white hairs outside the eaves, and I sit on the Milky Way with thousands of dendrobiums. I am in a good mood..."
Good guy.
Wang Zizai seemed to be proud when he recited the words, and even his broadcasting voice came out.
“Xinyi is so talented in literature.”
After listening to this poem, Shi Yun smiled and said: "It seems that today's number one is difficult to evaluate."
Hu Wei nodded and said: "Li Bai's lyrics, Xia Xinyi's lyrics, and Jiang Shourang's lyrics are all excellent works for this year's Mid-Autumn Festival. Just pick one out and put it last year, and it would be enough to be called the leader of the audience. , I just didn’t expect that three such excellent works would appear together this year, and they were all lyrics, unlike last year when there seemed to be more poems.”
“The little girl has made a fool of herself.”
Xia Xinyi spoke modestly, and then quietly looked in the direction of Lin Zhibai. She didn't know what was wrong. Anyway, she couldn't help but want to know what the most dazzling young man in the room would do after listening to her lyrics. What will be the reaction?
However, Xia Xinyi could not see Lin Zhibai directly.
At this moment, he was surrounded by Qizhou's "Three Musketeers of Literature".
The three Musketeers were circulating a work written by someone unknown, and their expressions seemed a little complicated.
Like excitement.
It also seems like helplessness.
Xia Xinyi even saw frustration on the face of Jiang Shourang, who was the best at writing lyrics among the Three Musketeers—
Whose work are they looking at?
It was not just Xia Xinyi who noticed this scene.
Hu Wei and Shi Yun also noticed this scene.
Or they both remembered at the same time that it seemed that Lin Zhibai, the most talented man from Qinzhou, had not yet exhibited his works.
With the exception of Lin Zhibai, several well-known literati at the scene have all exhibited works, and the quality is extremely high.
Thinking of this, Hu Wei smiled and said:
“What are you three looking at, Mr. Kobayashi’s work?”
"yes…"
The answer was from Jiang Shourang. He seemed to want to make a comment, but he stopped when he reached his mouth and seemed a little hesitant.
"What's wrong?"
Shi Yun frowned. Jiang Shourang was his nephew. He rarely saw his nephew looking so worried about gains and losses.
“Please take a look, Mr. Lin also wrote "Shui Tiao Ge Tou".
Jiang Shourang fell into silence after speaking. He just took a few steps forward and handed the copy of the lyrics in his hand to Shi Yun and Hu Wei.
Xia Xinyi blinked.
What kind of fate is this? There are so many classic lyrics, but Lin Zhibai chose "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" just like himself.
I just don’t know about this King Charming...
What is the level of Mid-Autumn Festival Ci poetry among young talents?
Xia Xinyi is curious, as are all the literati present.
Even the audience who were watching the poetry session and watching the direct shot of Lin Zhibai's "Lishan Xing" were also curious!
Because the **** photographer is trying to show off!
There was no direct shot of Lin Zhibai’s poetry!
So the audience doesn’t know what Lin Zhibai wrote.
Everyone only knows that the Three Musketeers have read this work by Lin Zhibai, and the reaction of the Three Musketeers after reading this work was very strange.
It’s hard to speak of excitement.
It’s hard to say disappointed.
That kind of complex reaction is difficult to describe in words, and the audience is now curious about what Lin Zhibai wrote. This feeling is as uncomfortable as having an itch on the back that cannot be scratched.
【Photographer, you are out of chicken drumsticks tonight! 】
What exactly did the richest man write? I feel like the reaction of The Three Musketeers after reading it was strange, as if he was depressed. 】
【Why do I feel that the three of them are quite excited? 】
It looks like I am excited, but I feel a little uncomfortable. 】
【Hahaha, I just seemed to see Xia Xinyi peeking at the richest man again. 】
【Laugh to death. 】
【Xia Xinyi has been caught peeking at the richest man four times, right? 】
【She thought no one else had noticed. 】
【Not many people were found at the scene, but the audience could all see it. 】
Xia Xinyi never thought that she would be caught peeking at Lin Zhibai several times and it would become a program effect.
Anyway, the attention of all the literati at the scene is currently on Lin Zhibai’s works.
Hu Wei has already picked up Lin Zhibai's Ci, while Shi Yun is leaning slightly to read it with him.
After simply looking at each other for a few seconds, the two of them suddenly shrank their pupils and glanced at each other in unison. And then.
The two of them continued to look and seemed to be mumbling something, but unfortunately no one could hear what they said.
What a strange reaction.
The literati were a little anxious, but they did not dare to rush. Li Bai, who had never been very disciplined, dared to speak loudly: "Why do you only care about your own appreciation? Let us also take a look at Mr. Xiaolin's lyrics."
Good talk!
Let the literati like it in their hearts!
"Excuse me."
Hu Wei sighed and said: "This poem is so well written that it made me feel a little distracted for a moment. Lao Shi, please read it."
This long sigh made everyone's hearts sink inexplicably.
Shi Yun took the paper, stood up from his seat, looked deeply at Lin Zhibai, and then read:
"When will the bright moon come? I will drink wine and ask the sky. I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid that the towers and jade buildings will be too cold at high places. I dance to clear the shadows, how can I feel like I am in the human world."
Shi Yun read very slowly.
Every word and sentence he wrote strictly followed the rhythm and fit the artistic conception of the words.
The first half of the text has not been finished yet. Even when Shi Yun only read "What year is this evening?", the scene was completely quiet.
Some people couldn't help but look back at Lin Zhibai.
Everyone here is a person with profound knowledge in literature. Of course, they are no strangers to the classic Ci brand name "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", and they are even more familiar with Mid-Autumn Festival Ci poems. Therefore, Shi Yun only read the first half of the content, and everyone has already noticed it. That’s how extraordinary this work is.
It’s so grand!
It’s so spiritual!
The distant sense of picture and space are all reflected in the words!
Unlike other literati who like to show off their skills in poetry creation, this poem is simply a breath of fresh air, reaching the state of returning to nature!
The beginning is to ask: When will the bright moon come?
It seems ordinary, but with the next sentence, the artistic conception is directly unfolded. When you arrive at the palace in the sky, it is like a gurgling stream that instantly turns into the rushing Yellow River. So that when you ride back on the wind, it is like a river rushing into the sea. !
“It’s so ethereal…”
Xia Xinyi murmured, her face no longer showing any pride of being the most talented woman in Qizhou, she even felt a little inferior.
Lin Zhibai's poem only contains a few sentences in the first half, which can outline the fascinating atmosphere of the fairy palace without any trace of human fireworks. It is also written as "Water Melody Songtou", as if the other party is a fairy tale. He is an immortal from heaven, but he is just an ordinary person.
How can the shining fire compete with the bright moon?
After reciting the first half of the sentence, Shi Yun paused for a moment and seemed to take a look at everyone's reaction.
Seeing that no one spoke at the scene, he opened his mouth and slowly read the content of the second half: "Turn to Zhu Pavilion, lower Qihu, take care of sleepless people. There should be no hatred, why should we say goodbye to each other forever."
Read this.
Shi Yun’s voice contained complicated and difficult-to-understand emotions, and some words had additional accents:
“People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away..."
The scene became quieter.
At this moment, all the eyes of the audience were looking in the direction of Lin Zhibai.
Lin Zhibai smiled calmly in front of everyone. Everyone could see traces of drunkenness in his eyes if they looked closely. It was obvious that this great talent had not been able to completely sober up until this moment, so his body was shaking slightly.
Compared to the silent scene.
The live broadcast room is in a state of excitement at this moment!
【Oh my god, this poem makes my skin crawl all over my body. It's truly everyone's work! 】
【A stroke of genius! 】
【Let me call you Mr. Lin! 】
【This is the most amazing song among all contemporary literati's lyrics that I have ever heard or read! 】
【crazy! What is awesome? This is called awesomeness! 】
【As a person who doesn’t understand poetry, I was so shocked that my scalp was numb! 】
I have always believed that modern literati are far inferior to those ancient poetry masters, but Lin Zhibai’s poem, I feel, is not inferior even to the works of those ancient masters! 】
【Favorably? 】
【More than that, I feel that if you look through the works of ancient poets, you can't find a few Mid-Autumn Festival poems that can be compared with this one! 】
Most people in the live broadcast room don’t understand the words.
But "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" is really not that complicated and difficult to understand.
Anyone who has gone to school can understand half of the meaning through words.
And for those who have a little bit of writing skills, let alone, facing such a work that has been circulated for thousands of years on another planet and has not faded, you can feel the special momentum at just one glance -
Mid-Autumn Festival lyrics, as soon as the Shui Diao song comes out, the rest of the lyrics are useless!
This is the comment of later generations on "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", a very extreme comment!
However, such extreme comments can be recognized by countless later poems in the Celestial Dynasty, and its quality is evident!
It was also at this moment that Xia Xinyi understood why the Three Musketeers had such a reaction after watching Lin Zhibai's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou".
Because this poem by Lin Zhibai is so desperate!
Reading this poem can be called the darkest moment for literati!
The Three Musketeers even felt that they were no longer worthy of playing with Lin Zhibai.
Especially Jiang Shourang, he is the best lyricist among the Three Musketeers and even Qizhou literati!
Seeing that Lin Zhibai also chose to write lyrics today, I was still thinking about comparing it, but ended up being autistic after reading his work.
My own works are not even qualified to be compared with the other party’s words.
Simply put, it was hit by dimensionality reduction.
Hu Wei murmured: "I hope that people will live forever, and we can share the beauty of the moon even though we are thousands of miles apart. I hope that we will live forever, and that we can share the beauty of the moon even though we are thousands of miles apart..."
It stands to reason that he and Shi Yun should comment.
The poetry of other literati has always followed this process.
But Hu Wei just read the last two sentences of Lin Zhibai's poem again, and after murmuring for a long time, two words came out of his mouth with difficulty:
"so good."
It’s not that Hu Wei doesn’t know how to evaluate, it’s that he doesn’t dare to evaluate, or is not qualified to do so.
Hu Wei suddenly couldn’t help but think that if he could write such a work in his lifetime, it would be worth his while to die.
Having studied poetry for decades, almost a lifetime, Hu Wei has a deep understanding of the level of work that Lin Zhibai wrote tonight, "Shui Tiao Ge Tou".
Top!
Even in the era of blue star ancient writers, such a poem would definitely stand out from those dazzling names!
Hu Wei suddenly felt regretful.
Why are you inviting Lin Zhibai, a native of Qin, to Qizhou’s Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival?
Once the other party's song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" came out, it was like directly destroying the venue of Qizhou Poetry Club!
Because all the Mid-Autumn Festival poems written by the top literati in Qizhou tonight were buried in the dust by his poem.
It’s obvious that everyone’s works are also excellent…
Obviously everyone has performed exceptionally well this year...
However, the gap is too big, there is really no way to compare with Lin Zhibai!
But then, Hu Wei changed his mind and suddenly became excited. In fact, this matter can be viewed from another angle!
Although Lin Zhibai was from Qinzhou, this song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" was composed in Qizhou. It will be a good story when it spreads in the future. Although Qizhou can only be used as a background in this poem, it may be in Qizhou. It’s also good to use it as a backdrop for this piece!
What?
Do you think that this Qizhou Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition was ruined by Lin Zhibai's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", will it affect the image of Qizhou's literary world?
grass!
Who dares to say this and let the literary world in their continent try this poem?
Lin Zhibai came up with "Shui Tiao Ge Tou". The ending was that whoever touched it would die. No one had the right to laugh at Qi Zhou!
Because this **** problem is not Qizhou's problem at all. Qin, Qi, Chu, Yan, Han, Zhao, Wei, and even Zhongzhou, there is no literati in any continent who can stop the complete harm to everyone in "Shui Diao Ge Tou" in the field of Mid-Autumn Poetry. gas!
I shake my clothes and climb a thousand feet, and suddenly I feel that the world is vast!
Hu Wei once again tasted "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", and the more he watched it, the happier he became. He felt that his soul was a little light. Then he turned to look at Lin Zhibai's young face, and his smile was full of smiles:
“Mr. Lin, this is the best work tonight!”
Before, he called me Mr. Xiaolin, but now he simply removed the "小" because the other person really deserves the highest respect from him.
“That’s not right!”
Shi Yun took a deep breath and said: "This poem is not only the best tonight, but also the best among all the Mid-Autumn Festival poems in contemporary times!"
“That’s not right either.”
Hu Weidao said: "To be precise, this poem is not only invincible among contemporary Mid-Autumn Festival poems, but even compared to ancient times, this Mid-Autumn Festival poem can be regarded as the leader!"
"Ha ha ha ha."
Shi Yun and Hu Wei's eyes collided, and they burst into laughter.
Obviously both of them knew what the other was thinking, so they cooperated in the most tacit understanding.
To put it bluntly, it’s just one word:
blow!
Blow Lin Zhibai’s poem to the sky!
As long as Lin Zhibai’s poem is promoted to the level of “invincible Mid-Autumn Festival poems”, then the Qizhou literary world will not be ashamed!
In the future, you can also say to the outside world:
It’s not that we in Qizhou can’t do it, no matter which continent has encountered “Shui Tiao Ge Tou”!
Of course, the premise for this strategy to be successful is that "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" should be truly invincible in Mid-Autumn Festival poetry!
Well…
It seems that there is no need to blow.
This is simply a fact.
As Hu Wei and Shi Yun sang in harmony, the literati present finally realized something, and one by one they raised their hands to Lin Zhibai:
“Mr. Lin is a great talent!”
“This poem really convinces me!”
“I didn’t expect that tonight, all of us would be accompanied by stars, and Mr. Lin would be the only moon.”
“This is called the stars overshadowing the moon!”
“I think Mr. Lin, the most talented young man in Qinzhou, can delete the word [young generation].”
"agree!"
“Mr. Lin will be our best friend in the Qizhou literary world from now on!”
“Come and see often!”
“Our Qizhou literary circle will always welcome Mr. Lin!”
Lin Zhibai was feeling dizzy. He didn't know whether it was the problem of the drink or the problem of these people. His body shook again. As a result, he saw Hu Wei take a step forward and push away Jiang Shourang who was trying to help him. He supported himself personally.
"Thanks…"
“What are you talking about? I’m thinking that Mr. Lin doesn’t have a good relationship with the Qinzhou literary circle anyway, so how about he join our Qizhou literary circle and become the honorary president of the Writers Association?”
Lin Zhibai: "?"
I, a Qinzhou native, should be the president of your Qizhou literary circle?
Although he is the honorary president, I always feel that Hu Wei has made a decision that goes against his ancestors.
(End of this chapter)