I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

"Are you satisfied?" Qian Erkang asked with a smile that sounded gentle, and it sounded like thunder in Qian Erkang's ears.

But Qian Erkang is also a person who fights with people all the year round. After reading Chen Luo's new song silently for a few times, he suddenly realized something, and quickly forcibly stabilized his own mood, and cupped his hands towards Liu Jingzhuang; "Please Liu Daru to make a review first , the students will talk about it later."

At this time, everyone looked at Qian Erkang and the others with contempt. Qian Erkang still wanted to play some tricks, but everyone could tell that this young man's music was like a landscape painting, which was pleasing to the eye. What can I say?

Liu Jingzhuang also looked at Qian Erkang with dissatisfaction, but he couldn't feel it, so he cleared his throat and said, "Brother Chen Xian, this song is written about the feeling of parting. It directly describes the parting and lovesickness of men and women in a female tone."

"The first sentence is from farewell, the heart is hard to let go, and when a little lovesickness will last. It expresses the lingering of a woman. From the beginning of the farewell, the tone is simple, but I feel 'hard to let go'. After thinking about it, the lovesickness is only 'a little', but I don’t know it. 'When will it end', the so-called broken roots, nothing more than this!"

"The second sentence, 'Blowing the flowers and snow with the sleeves', reminds me of Poxian's "Youth Tour"."

"Last year I sent you off, outside Liuxia Gate, the snow was like poplar flowers. This year, at the end of spring, the poplar flowers are like snow, and I still don't see them coming back home!"

"The farewell girl stands on the high platform, watching her sweetheart leave from a distance, and brushes away the flowers in front of her eyes, so as not to let them block her sight."

"But so what. The figure is getting farther and farther away, until finally, I can only see the Xie Xie mountain cover, my sweetheart, go..."

"This sentence is quite similar to Li Qinglian's feeling of "the solitary sail is far away from the blue sky, and only the long river and the sky flow". But it is more delicate and lingering for women's thoughts."

"It's more like the wonderful sentence of Yan Shuyuan in this dynasty, "After farewell, reminiscing about meeting each other"."

"Farewell, lovesickness, all in the woman's tenderness, how many people can understand the meaning of lingering..."

After listening to Liu Jingzhuang's comments, everyone present seemed to see a beautiful woman looking at the mountains and rivers from afar, but they no longer saw the loneliness of their sweetheart, and felt a pain in their hearts for no reason. At this moment, those women in Linglong Building looked at Chen Luo again, their beautiful eyes filled with tears, but their hearts were burning like fire.

A lovesickness lingering song captures Linglong's heart.

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"I'm going to post it, I'm going to post it, two wonderful songs, I, Linglonglou, will release them this time!" Han Sanniang who was at the side never dreamed that the young master brought by Liu Jingzhuang would be so arrogant, and blurted out that the two songs were handed down from generation to generation. Yaqu. It was enough to raise her literary name in Linglonglou to another level. Thinking of this, she glanced at Qian Erkang, and she didn't even feel that he was as annoying as before.

"No matter what, I must ask this young master to agree to engrave these two songs on my Linglong Building..." Han Sanniang made up her mind, "This young master does not seem to be short of gold and silver. The four big oirans of my Linglong Tower..."

...

"Wow, this young master is great!" Liu Mengrui jumped up excitedly, "Being able to be with my father's old-fashioned skin... No, waiting to be called brothers and sisters with my father's master in poetry, he really has two brushes. Huh? No, he Talking about brothers with my father, isn't that... my uncle? Die Fei, that's your uncle too?"

Cheng Diefei was taken aback, spat, and said in a anxious tone, "That's your father, not your father, don't talk nonsense!"

"Why are you blushing?" Liu Mengrui asked.

"I'm... a bit hot!" Cheng Diefei quickly changed the subject, "Look, that Qian Erkang doesn't seem to give up yet, I don't know what trick he's going to make..."

...

In the lobby, Qian Erkang took a deep breath and clapped his hands: "Mr.'s song is really wonderful, and the students are like listening to heaven. But..."

Qian Erkang suddenly raised his voice, glanced at his classmates from the Fuci Club behind him, and gritted his teeth. He understood that as soon as he uttered the next words, he would inevitably become the target of public criticism, but as long as he made contributions to the Fuci Society and suppressed the style of this mysterious son, someone would naturally support him.

Qian Erkang was heartbroken, and said: "This song is just like what Liu Daru commented, and it has the charm of predecessors' poems. The students dared to think that the elegance of this song is not in the song itself, but in the use of many poems. , It’s just contaminated with two or three elegant rhymes. It’s not enough to justify the name of the song!”

"Shameless!"

"fart!"

"Turtle son!"

"Rotten asshole!"

...

Curses sounded one after another, and Qian Erkang also went all out, with a generous look like everyone was drunk and the only one sober. He glanced at the classmate behind him, seeing the admiration in the other's eyes, and his heart became more determined.

Chen Luo frowned slightly, and he looked at Qian Erkang.

With his face drawn like this, instead of surrendering, the opponent dared to fight back?

It's really that I don't even leave myself the opportunity to look back.

Oh, you forced me.

Chen Luo stretched out his hand, suppressed the noise in the lobby, and asked, "What do you want?"

Qian Erkang was certain in his heart, and said: "In addition to the use of lining characters, there is another key point in the distinction between lyrics and music, and that is rhyme."

"Poetry is elegant because it has strict requirements on rhyme, and the most taboo thing is heavy rhyme."

"But the song is different, there is no taboo of heavy rhyme."

"If my husband can use heavy rhymes to compose a lovesickness, I, Qian Erkang, once again swear to quit the Fuci club and become a fan of elegant songs in this life!"

Hearing Qian Erkang's words, everyone in the audience who knew a little poetry couldn't help frowning.

The so-called heavy rhyme refers to the repeated rhyme of a word in a poem. Before the rise of metrical poems in the former dynasty, heavy rhymes were often not taboo in long poems, but heavy rhymes were taboo in metrical poems. Occasionally two or three articles come out, and most of them are games.

Now Qian Erkang actually asked the other party to do heavy rhymes by name, and he had to deduct the topic of lovesickness. In addition, there is another request that has not been uttered, but it is not said, that is, the first two elegant songs are the first, and the other party's third song must not be too different.

It's so deceiving!

"Young master!" Luo Hongnu, who had been quiet all this time, suddenly said, "Young master" was as crisp as a warbling cry, making everyone look at Luo Hongnu.

Luo Hongnu looked at Chen Luo, and gave a slight salute; "Thank you for your protection today, young master. The two elegant songs of the young master, Hong Nu is like a treasure. In the past, Hong Nu's songs, if you don’t sing them, don’t sing them. You don’t have to confront the villain anymore. Gambling, hurting my wit..."

The audience was in an uproar.

Everyone heard that Qian Erkang's question was too tricky, everyone in Luo couldn't bear Chen Luo's face off, and they were willing to close the song just like that, which settled the turmoil.

Chen Luo looked at the worried Luo Hongnu, and smiled gently: "It's okay. I haven't heard the wonderful voice of Master Luo, so how can I stop singing if I don't want to? I will write this song and give it to Luo." Hello everyone, next time we meet, I hope everyone Luo can sing and listen to me."

After Chen Luo finished speaking, he turned to look at Qian Erkang.

"Heavy rhyme, right? Lovesickness, right?"

Chen Luo took a deep breath, and then sighed leisurely, with a tone of sadness and sadness.

"I will never miss you in my life,"

"Only when you miss each other,"

"It hurts lovesickness."

"The body is like floating clouds, the heart is like flying catkins, and the breath is like gossamer."

"There is a lingering fragrance in the sky, what can I hope for a thousand gold wanderers."

"When the certificate comes,"

"When exactly?"

"When the lights are half dim,"

"When the moon is half bright."

At the end of the song, the audience fell into a deathly silence. There was no need for Liu Jingzhuang to comment on this song, and everyone understood the meaning of it.

Since birth, I didn't know what lovesickness is, and just after I understood what lovesickness is, I suffered from lovesickness.

The body is like a floating cloud, the heart is like a flying catkin, and even the breath is only a strand of gossamer.

There is a lingering fragrance left in the sky, my sweetheart, where have you been?

When is the most intense lovesickness? It is when the lights are half dim and half bright, and the moon is half bright and half dim. engraved with

A deep lovesickness brewed in the Linglong Building, the ancient poems engraved all over the wall actually emitted a bright golden light, and there seemed to be murmuring voices in the pavilions and pavilions.

"The poetry resonates, and the lingering sound surrounds the beams!" The people in the house were in an uproar. This kind of scene happened once 20 years ago, when Liu Jingzhuang wrote "The belt is getting wider and I will never regret it, and I will make people haggard for Iraq." .

"More than that, you smell..." Someone reminded.

The person who was reminded sniffed lightly, and instantly a fresh fragrance penetrated into the nostrils, and the whole body was shocked.

"This is Yayun Piaoxiang?"

"Plain prose cannot be transcribed, and only elegant prose can carry the inner rhyme of the poetry that will appear elegant rhyme fragrance?"

"The elegance of this song is certified by Heavenly Dao!"

"Oh my god, the journey of Yaqu is open!"

"I thought that Wan Anbo was already considered a gift from heaven, but I didn't expect there to be someone comparable to him."

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"Give it to him! Give it to him! Give him all the four great courtesans!" Han Sanniang was almost crazy, shouting in her heart, "Even if he wants the old body, I will give it to him too! This song, I, Linglonglou, must take it!"

At this time, no one cared about Qian Erkang and the others who were like a bereaved dog, and everyone looked at Mr. Ruyu with burning eyes.

Luo Hongnu was the first to come back to her senses, her pretty face blushed slightly, she saluted formally, and asked the biggest question on everyone's mind.

"Slave servant Hong Nu, please ask the name of the young master."