Meishan Su family, Su Yun is the most virtuous

Chapter 66: Longing!
Several people were surprised at the same time, which immediately attracted the attention of others, and they all stood up and walked over here.

With so many people, it was suddenly difficult to squeeze in.

The people inside were praising the song, but the people outside were so anxious that they were shouting and cursing: "Why don't you just read it out loud and enjoy it yourself!"

At this moment, the Pavilion Master who was presiding over the event had also noticed it and quickly stepped down from the stage to avoid any conflict. She said repeatedly, "Gentlemen, gentlemen, please be patient, be patient, let me go up on stage and read the beautiful poem for everyone to appreciate, isn't it?"

Some people listened politely and quickly made way. After some trouble, the Pavilion Master finally got the paper. She didn't bother to look at it any more and quickly returned to the stage.

The crowd in the audience urged: "Hurry up, hurry up!"

"Okay, everyone please take a seat, I'll be there soon..." The Pavilion Master said as he looked around.

But when his eyes moved to the paper, there was a sudden silence.

Now the people below became even more anxious.

Someone shouted, "What's going on? You should just read it out quickly, young lady! Why are you keeping us in suspense?"

The others were also shouting.

By now they were all interested.

The Pavilion Master was a little panicked when he was yelled at, but more of a surprise.

When she spoke again, her clear voice was trembling and even a little hoarse, and she said: "This is a poem of longing, please listen carefully."

She cleared her throat, then opened her red lips and sang in a clear voice:

"A journey of mountains and rivers, I head towards Huangzhou, thousands of houses lit up in the night.

The wind blows, the snow falls, disturbing my homesickness and making me unable to sleep. There is no such sound in my hometown.

The female pavilion master has an excellent voice and a profound understanding of words. With the background of the band's music, she can fully express the traveler's homesickness and full of worries.

Not all the guests who came to Lihua Garden were from Ezhou or even Jiangling Prefecture. There were also officials traveling from other places. When they heard the tune, they couldn't help but shed tears.

"Well, it's written really well. I was assigned to Jiangling Prefecture from the Central Plains ten years ago. When I came here, I experienced mountains, rivers, wind and snow, and I didn't miss a thing!

When I was on the road, I sometimes missed my destination. When I passed some towns, I was sad to see the lights of thousands of houses. Alas, I have not been able to go back for ten years. I can hardly speak my hometown dialect anymore. "

An old official sighed.

In fact, the most praised line of this poem is "Thousands of tents are lit up deep in the night."

Wang Guowei said in "Words on Human Life": "The bright moon shines on the snow", "The river flows day and night", "The bright moon hangs in the sky", "The sun sets over the long river". This kind of scene can be said to be magnificent throughout the ages.

As for poetry, only Nalan Rongruo's works on the frontier, such as "Thousands of tents are lit deep in the night" in "Chang Xiangsi" and "People in thousands of tents are drunk, and the star shadows are shaking" in "Ru Meng Ling" are close to it.

However, this is because if Nalan Rongruo, the author of this poem, was following Kangxi out of Shanhaiguan, he would have written about the spectacular scene of the army camping overnight, while Su Yun was following Su Shi southward, so naturally there was no scene of "Thousands of tents lit up in the deep night".

Therefore, Su Yun changed it to "Thousands of lights in the deep night". Although it is not as spectacular as that line, the artistic conception of the whole poem is more in line with the mood of the official traveler. No wonder the old official would cry because of it. The people who came with the old official spoke to comfort him.

Brother Zishi said, "Brother Ziyuan, this poem is indeed quite good, but it can't be called the best poem in the world, right?"

His voice was not actually very loud, but after the tune, everyone was in deep thought. Except for the low whispers of consolation from the old official's companion, everything was silent, so his words were naturally heard.

The old official was furious when he heard this: "This poem can move people's hearts, so why can't it be called the best poem in the world?"

This man was from an official family. Although he didn't want to offend anyone, he was not afraid of the old man. He sneered and said, "This poem is mediocre. There is not a single allusion. There is not even a trace of heroic spirit or refinement. It is just the lament of a loser. How can this be considered a good poem?"

Everyone looked at the old official. Some people naturally understood the beauty of this poem, but not everyone did.

Someone will now ask, shouldn’t all the people here be literati who can write poetry? How come there are still people who don’t know how to appreciate poetry?
Hehe, of course they also have poems, but each word of those poems is worth thousands of gold - they were all bought.

Well, this brother Zishi is one of them. The poems he wrote were written by the brother Ziyuan next to him, and they cost quite a lot.

The old man took a look at the seed and said, "Summer insects are not as good as ice. It is easy for poets to write extravagant and luxurious poems, but it is not easy to write poems in plain style.

The style of this poem is light and simple, natural and elegant, it speaks directly from the heart without any traces of embellishment, yet it is able to express true emotions, it is truly amazing!

In this poem, especially the mood of being in a foreign land and dreaming of returning home in "a journey through mountains and rivers", it is written effortlessly without any embellishment. How can such a skill be written by ordinary people?"

The old official's insights made everyone nod in praise. Some people who originally had little knowledge of literature and came here to show off their knowledge immediately understood the beauty of it and began to praise it.

Brother Zishi looked at Brother Ziyuan, and Brother Ziyuan nodded to him. Then Brother Zishi stopped talking in disappointment.

The old man bowed to everyone and said, "Where is the person who wrote this poem? Can I see his true face?"

Everyone started looking everywhere.

At this time, Brother Ziyuan said, "Don't look for him anymore. He left after writing. Yes, isn't there a signature on the paper? Pavilion Master Ding Yi, take a look at the signature and see who it is?"

Pavilion Master Ding Yi raised his voice and said, "This signature is from Meishan Su Yun, does anyone know?"

"Meishan Su Yun? This name seems unfamiliar. Who is he?" someone asked puzzledly.

"Hey, you are so ignorant. Even Su Yun doesn't know, but Jiang You Su Lang must know, right?"

As soon as the four words "Jiangyou Su Lang" came out, everyone in the hall was moved.

Brother Zishi was surprised and said, "Jiangyou Su Lang, so it's him. No wonder he looks so handsome, worthy of being a Song Dynasty man. I didn't know he could write lyrics!"

Someone sneered, "You are so ignorant. Some time ago, Jiangyou Su Lang wrote a poem Linjiangxian, which directly made Linjiang Tower famous. This matter has spread everywhere, but you still don't know. Are you still a scholar? I'm afraid the poem you wrote today was not bought?"

Everyone burst into laughter.

Brother Zishi's face flushed red as he said, "I'm not a know-it-all. I study hard behind closed doors every day and only come out once in a while. What's so strange about what's happening outside?"

(End of this chapter)