Painting boats on the Qinhuai River cruise, the lights on both sides of the river are bright, Jiangning on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival is not closed the city gate, the excitement and carnival will last all night, and it will not disperse until the early morning of the second day. At this time, the streets in the city are full of people, at the point of time not long after dinner, people come out from each house, the streets and alleys go to the most prosperous street centered on the Confucius Temple and Mingyuan Building, the road lanterns are like weaving, like a mighty and unquenchable fire, the hawkers shout loudly, the dragon and lion dance team walks by, beating gongs and drums, there are also juggling performers gathered on the street, the faint singing of soliciting guests comes out in the brothel of the Qinglou, and sometimes you can see the dance inside, From time to time, people come in and out, and it is very lively.

The slightly famous Qinglou women have a place to go tonight, occasionally find a seat in the hall, from time to time on the street will come to the news that a certain poet will have a certain new work, this is one of the highlights of tonight, and then you can hear a famous prostitute in a certain green building to sing this poem, and then you can hear another masterpiece in a certain poetry will be released in the news, the talents compete with each other, the beauties will decorate these talents with a beautiful crimson atmosphere, most people enjoy the lanterns, look at the lively, such an atmosphere, you can feel the legacy of the Wei and Jin dynasties, the elegance of the Tang Dynasty, and that's it.

The way of poetry has flourished since the Tang Dynasty, and it has gone through hundreds of years of development at this time, although Ning Yi and Qin Lao will say a few words when chatting, "It's hard to say that big is small and small", that is because their vision has not stayed on the ordinary pattern. In fact, at this time, the top level of the state has also taken into account the fact that poetry is useless, and what standard should be used to select scholars is something that has been repeatedly measured in the past hundred years.

However, even if the upper echelons will have such considerations, but in fact, the status of poetry at this time has reached a brilliant position at least in the whole overall pattern, if you can really write a good poem, it will definitely not lack respect and courtesy wherever you go, elegant atmosphere, this is the brand of the times. Since the Tang Dynasty, the flourishing and vast poetry culture has been precipitated here into the heritage of the whole society, the most shining part of the history of civilization development, and countless masterpieces such as the stars and Hengsha, which set off the most important part of the Han civilization.

At this time, in the city of Jiangning, Wuyi Lane, Confucius Temple, these places are the most lively and prosperous commercial streets, in these places, there are a number of merchants put up display boards, each poetry meeting can get the poems gathered one after another, occasionally someone recited loudly, and some merchants arranged for a girl who can sing a song to sing a paragraph, on the street, in the nearby teahouse restaurant, in a large and small gathering, the literati and students shook their heads and commented on the best poems, and commented on whose poems could be sung the longest, Even the small people in the market who have never studied can feel such an artistic conception in such an atmosphere, and discuss with the people around them, and get some elegance.

Puyuan's six-boat boat has long left the shore, along the most beautiful and lively section of the river slowly, even so, it is not closed, more than ten small boats follow the bank on both sides of the Qinhuai River all the way, occasionally then people go to the big boat, occasionally also carry people or pass the poem, like a small fish accompanied by the water palace. Those who come on board the ship will pass on the good work of the night, and there will also be some stories and news, such as a big man at a banquet announcing who he would marry his daughter, or a famous person praising a young student who has written a good poem.

In fact, the poems of the Pu Yuan Poetry Club can be taken out, and in the early years, there were also things that bought poems with others to cope with this day, but now there is no need to buy poems, since there is money, there are always a few really talented people to come over. Although it is still not as good as the most famous water-stopping poetry club or the Lichuan poetry club, after some lively hype, the fame will slowly rise.

The poetry of the Mid-Autumn Festival, most of them will be themed on the moon, but naturally they will not only write about the moon all night, some poetry will have restrictions, the host is more strong, everyone chats happily, and the topic is so exciting, the poetry club is a literati society, and there are also more-for-tat or secretly competitive, such as Zhishui and Lichuan, after hearing the topic over there, someone may also say: "Speaking of this, Xiaosheng also occasionally got a ......" and then calmly commented with everyone, on the surface, it is natural not to see that there is a fighting heart. If the poetry is really of a very high level, it is true that it is impossible to distinguish between high and low, but if it is much worse, the excellent work is still clear at a glance. ,

At this time, it has not yet reached the most enthusiastic time, the poetry will be held until the early hours of the morning, the really good poems can not be really a good hand, most of each student will prepare one or two proud works, feel that their talent is not enough, there is no need to be ugly in front of those top characters will be released early, and the climax of the real top batch of talents to release the killer will often not start until midnight, if you can get a good reputation at this time tonight, accumulate fame, and the future career will be much smoother.

The night is getting thicker and thicker in this atmosphere, and the atmosphere of the city is still becoming more and more enthusiastic in the middle of the moon. In the small courtyard of the Su family, Ning Yi and Xiaochan had already returned to the room, and they had already seen some of the excitement that could be seen from here, and the wind began to rise outside.

The hustle and bustle outside will faintly spread here, and the master and servant have a small Mid-Autumn Festival party. Because he couldn't remember the details of the West Chamber, and considering that the West Chamber was to teach the young lady to cheat, Ning Yi finally told Xiaochan about Journey to the West. Then Xiaochan also sang two small songs to him, mixed with the girl's dance that she was not very skilled in - it is said that she saw it in a certain performance, and then learned it herself - Su Tan'er did not consider the idea of giving away the three girls in the future or pleasing others, so she asked the three girls to read and read books and do embroidery and help manage the subordinates to help her do things, but she did not teach them to sing and dance, so although she could barely sing and dance, she still couldn't dance, but she looked light and cute when she danced.

Xiaochan likes to play backgammon, but Ning Yi is sick after all, this kind of mental work still has to be avoided, after Xiaochan sang and danced, Ning Yi played a simple magic trick for her, took a chess piece in her hand and disappeared, and then took it out in the other party's hair or coat pocket, the little girl was startled, Ning Yi smiled and told her the principle, Xiaochan clumsily repeated the process, Ning Yi said: "I'm going to sleep, it's still early, Xiaochan, you go to the Puyuan Poetry Club to play...... By the way, the invitation is on the table......"

"I'll go back when my uncle falls asleep." Xiaochan said with a smile.

"Heh, how about singing me another song?"

"Okay, which song does my uncle want to hear?"

At this time, most of the songs were actually poems, and the word cards and the like had a fixed way of singing, but in modern times, these singing methods have been lost. Xiaochan doesn't have many lyrics and songs to sing, so the two took a poetry anthology and chose songs by the bedside.

"Singing the Fisherman......"

"This Xiaochan won't."

"What about the song "Remembering Jiangnan?"

"This one can sing." Xiaochan was excited to sing.

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

"Then Aunt Nian Nujiao wants to hear it?"

"It's a good song, uh...... Water Tune Song ......"

"This will be this will."

"Can you sing a water tune?" Ning Yi thought for a while, "Oh, Xiaochan will have a lot." ”

"Is that all there is to it?"

"Uh...... Or sing another song, it's also the first ...... of the water tune"

Ning Yi was bored, in fact, he remembered when Faye Wong's bright moon was, but Su Shi didn't seem to write this poem in this era, he asked Xiaochan to bring paper and pencils, lay on the side of the bed and write poems on rice paper crookedly, and let Xiaochan sing and listen, Xiaochan's eyes were shining: "Did my uncle write it?" ”

"Oh." Ning Yi thought about it, looked at Xiaochan with an expectant face, and shrugged his shoulders, "I wrote it for you." Sing fast, sing fast. ”

Xiaochan looked at the word for a while, and sang it seriously according to the rhyme of the word card, the little girl sang softly and tactfully, although she was not very professional, because she was too serious, she sang it once in the middle, but the artistic conception was still very good, Ning Yi smiled after listening to it: "Teach you another way to sing." ”

"Huh?" Xiaochan blinked, "Other...... Singing? ”

"Well, if I sing a sentence and you sing a sentence, it should be very easy to learn...... Heh, the main thing is that I want to hear it. ”

Although there are some doubts, but since she can learn something, Xiaochan immediately became happy, she has been with Ning Yi for the longest time, so she has gradually understood that this uncle often has some very mysterious and interesting places, and then under Ning Yi's teaching, in the room, Xiaochan learned the first sentence of this water tune song according to the novel melody.

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky......"

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky......"

"I don't know the ...... of the Heavenly Palace"

"I don't know the ...... of the heavenly palace",

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

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

“……”

"Hey, my uncle sings the next sentence......"

In any case, not long after, Ning Yi still heard some nostalgic modern songs in this era. In the future, if it is possible, you can copy the modern songs and teach Xiaochan to sing alone, or find someone who can compose music and play musical instruments later, and compose similar tunes.

"What do you think? Does it sound good? ”

"It's very good, ......" although the word card has a fixed way of singing, but these ancient songs and many operas also come from the same source, mostly monophonic music, in terms of tactful changes, compared to modern songs after all, it is inferior, and the rhythm of this song is a soft route, relative to this era has not been separated from the score, if at this time the singing is a mouse loves rice, Xiaochan is estimated to be either disgusted to death or scared to death, but at this time the little girl looked at him The eyes seem to have turned into admiration and admiration, "Uncle can also compose......"

Ning Yi laughed: "It's good to hum this song yourself, don't sing it everywhere, you little girl, if you dare to change the way you sing the word card, maybe you will be said to be ignorant, do you know the way?" ”

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

"Alright...... Good night. Ning Yi climbed into the quilt, turned his head after a while, and found that Xiaochan was still sitting on the stool next to the bed looking at him, as if he was sitting on the edge of the bed when he had a cold a few days ago, and waved his hand: "I'm fine, let's get out." Xiaochan reacted at this time, 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 ship......"

shouted, and when Xiaochan blew out the lights and took the invitation card out and closed the door, Ning Yi yawned, the noise of the city was still faintly coming, and the slight light reflected in the window was enough to prove the excitement outside at this time, he smiled: "A night of fish and dragon dance, ah......" Then, he fell into sleep.

Xiaochan stood dumbfounded for a while with her back against the wooden pillar in the room, and only went downstairs after confirming that Ning Yi was really asleep, returned to her room and lit the lamp, took out pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and copied the words and sentences that were not beautiful because they were written next to the bed. She read the words written by Ning Yi a few more times, and then put her little face red and put it at the bottom of the drawer and hid it, like a thief.

Then she went out of the yard, and when she saw that there was no one on the road, she trotted all the way to the gate, and went to the steward to ask for a carriage and an idle coachman, and happily went to the Puyuan Poetry Society.

Little girl, after all, I still like this kind of excitement.

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