Great Blue Night Watchman

"Second brother, words are different from poetry. The wording in words is not as sophisticated as poetry. The sentences are of different lengths. The threshold is lower. However, just because the threshold is low, if you want to write something distinctive, you need to consider the artistic conception. effort……"

The Lin brothers were making up lessons in their room with the door closed. They didn't know that a thread passed through the window silently. Xiaojiu was confused under the flowers with his eyes wide open.

He is teaching his second brother to write lyrics.

He hasn't written anything himself, but he speaks it in a decent way. Why don't you write one...

Lin Jialiang nodded and said: "Just like the poem "Die Lian Hua" you wrote, every word is very ordinary, but when put together, it has infinite meaning. The flowers are faded, red and green, and the apricots are small. When the swallows are flying, the green water is surrounded by people. There are few willow trees blowing on the branches, and there are no fragrant grasses anywhere in the world... It's so fresh and natural, but also has endless meaning. When I think about it now, I will fall into the artistic conception of your poem and I can't get out of it."

This is the truth. The pioneering lyricist in this world is Die Lianhua, and Die Lianhua is at its peak when it really debuts. Lin Jialiang thinks of this song when he thinks of lyrics. Once he gets stuck in this song, he can’t get out of it. This is probably the case for everyone. A common predicament - if the pioneering work is too successful, others will be trapped in it and unable to get out.

Xiaojiu's expression outside suddenly changed, Die Lianhua?

"Die Lian Hua" was written by him?

Really?

is this real?

That day, a mysterious figure opened a new literary path with the song "Butterfly Loves Flowers". This literary path was extremely fresh and refined. Once it was created, it became the favorite of all women. The Ninth Princess was even more infatuated, and the female demon in the clan There is no gathering without the singing of "Butterfly Love Flower". They have already discovered that this new style of writing is more suitable for singing than poetry. It seems to be specially made for singing.

Who is this miraculous literary pioneer? It was once a mystery that people all over the world were struggling to pursue. Later, Deng Xianchu and the Wuyue Mountain people went to the ancient country of Nanyang and brought back the news that the Dielianhua was created by a mysterious hermit in the ancient country of Nanyang, the "Nanchu Jushi". The literati are infinitely sad - the sadness of flowers falling into other people's homes.

The love of poetry among the women of the Fox tribe is engraved in their bones. Although I heard that the Nanchu layman was already eighty years old, there was still a fox girl who traveled thousands of miles to Nanyang to compose a good story with the poet. The fox girl is the third princess - the third sister who wants to grab any good thing.

But why did Lin Jialiang say today, "The song "Die Lian Hua" written by you?"

Lin Sudao: "I'm stuck in the artistic conception of a good word and can't get out... Well, that's true. Most beginners will have this problem. Well, I'll also open up your ideas. For example, the word card "Die Lian Hua", I will write another song for you, and you will understand after comparing it. From a different angle, there is a new way to open it..."

He picked up his pen and it started to move, and in an instant, another song came out: Butterflies and Flowers...

Lin Jialiang's eyes widened, and he chanted softly: "The courtyard is a little deep, with willows piled up in smoke, countless curtains, and jade saddles wandering around. The building is high and Zhangtai Road is not visible. The rain is blowing and the wind is blowing in March, The door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring. My tearful eyes ask the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers fly across the swing."

After finishing the poem, Lin Jialiang had tears in his eyes: "Third brother, if my mother reads this poem, I'm afraid she will cry again. Thinking back to March this spring, wouldn't it be raining and windy, the door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring. ?”

The poem "Die Lian Hua" at the beginning of the mountain is fresh and optimistic, making people marvel at the boundless wonderland.

And this song "Die Lian Hua" is full of sadness and despair, and is extremely melancholy.

They have different styles and each is good at winning.

"Then take a look at this song again..."

Lin Su wrote again:

"The chrysanthemums on the threshold are worried about the mist, orchids are weeping with dew, the curtain is light and cold, the swallows are flying away, the bright moon does not know the pain of parting, the slanting light reaches the dawn and penetrates the red door, the west wind withered the green trees last night, I climbed up to the tall building alone, looked at the end of the world, and wanted to send colorful notes Without a ruler, how can one know that the mountains are high and the water is vast?”

Lin Jialiang was completely obsessed: "The bright moon does not know the pain of separation, and the slanting light penetrates Zhuhu at dawn... Third brother, the scientific examination is about to happen. I want to go south to meet my eldest brother."

"Okay, let's go together then!"

"I'm talking about next year! After the palace examination next year!"

"Okay! It's next year! Only by going to the battlefield as Jinshi can you and I really help him get out of trouble..."

"Third brother, I understand what you mean! Don't worry, with these three wonderful words of yours as a foundation, I have gradually learned some tricks. In the remaining few days, I will work hard to write the words, and you will change them for me. I will try this time and I will pass!”

Three poems, the first one is fresh and refreshing, the second one is deeply sad, and the third one is sad but not sad. Each has its own artistic conception, but it is completely different. The subject matter covers all aspects, making Lin Jialiang truly understand that flowers can enter. Words and moon can be included in words, buildings can be included in words, spring can be included in words, and autumn can also be included in words. His mind was opened...

Lin Su walked out of the second brother's room. It was strange that Xiaojiu didn't come to bother him?

He glanced at Xiaojiu's door and walked towards Sister Chen's room. Sister Chen was not in the room, but Xiaoxue was. Xiaoxue told him that Sister Chen had gone to Boss Lin's place.

Lin Su returned to her room. When she entered, she glanced at Xiaojiu's door. Why is she so good? Xiaojiu is so quiet, he must be acting like a monster!

Want to take a look?

Forget it, what if he sees this girl seducing him again? I can't eat but I want to eat when I smell it. It's too torture. I'd better go back to sleep. I haven't slept well these past few days.

This night was the best night Lin Su slept since entering Huichang. What he didn't know was that the three of them didn't sleep that night.

Lin Jialiang spent the whole night writing lyrics.

Xiaojiu, on the other hand, copied Three Die Lianhua and held it in the palm of her hand to read it all night. Her whole body was filled with a charming luster. Although she didn't drink, she seemed to be completely drunk. In this case, Fortunately, Lin Su didn't come over. If he had come over, maybe Xiaojiu would really be impulsive and send himself to Qingtan Pass for three years...

Sister Chen didn't sleep either. She spent the whole night making textile machinery. Last night and now, there are three of them. The three machines started at the same time, and pieces of five-meter-long cloth magically appeared. Lin Xiang The Tao is as in a dream. There are still ten days left before the delivery date. According to this progress, even if he only needs these three machines, he will still be able to make it in time. When he delivers the five-foot-long cloth, it will be the time when the textile industry is announced to have a major earthquake.

The next day, Lin Su got up, and Lin Jialiang came striding over and brought him the lyrics he had written all night. Lin Su picked them up and looked at them carefully. The level was quite low. After all, the second brother could not fully understand the rhythm of the poem. It jumps out, but for a new lyricist, it’s pretty good.

Lin Su's own poetry level is another matter, but the key is that his vision is too high, so he can easily find the shortcomings in Lin Jialiang's poetry. After pointing them out to Lin Jialiang, Lin Jialiang immediately improved them. So, throughout the day, Lin Jialiang muttered words in the yard as if he was suffering from a demonic disorder. At night, the four poems that had been altered beyond recognition were brought back to Lin Su. Lin Su sighed: "Second brother, you... !" Thumbs up.

These four poems have been improved in all aspects and are already good and presentable.

"Third brother, please stop treating me like a brother for fun. How can you change the next step?"

Lin Jialiang really admired his brother.

When Lin Su wrote "Die Lian Hua. Bai Ji Yuan", he was thinking that such a wonderful word could only be obtained by chance. Even the third brother would not be able to replicate the beauty of this word. He never expected that , the third brother casually wrote "Die Lian Hua. No plan to stay in spring", the artistic conception was definitely not as good as "Baijiyuan", before he had time to admire, Lin Su wrote "Die Lian Hua. Alone on a tall building" ", Lin Jialiang likes this song "Alone on a High Building" the most. In his opinion, Jian Zhen is better than "Baijiyuan", the pioneering work of poetry.

The third brother, who pioneered the path of Ci, is already a Ci master. Under the personal guidance of a Ci master, his scientific examination should never fall into Ci!

This is his firm belief.

Therefore, he had to make up for the whole class, he couldn't embarrass his brother!

Lin Su pondered for a moment: "You have initially understood the key points of Ci. The next step is to broaden the scope of Ci. In order to make sure that no matter what kind of question is given, you can answer it. Let me give you a few key words. You can Write a poem about "Die Lian Hua" for each keyword."

He gave three key words.

Homesickness, love, ambition...

On this day, Lin Jialiang fell ill again and wrote three poems about Die Lian Hua. Lin Su pointed out his shortcomings and revised them again until late at night. The three poems were basically passed...

The next day, Lin Jialiang got three new keywords...

On the third day, Lin Jialiang got three new keywords...

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At the same time, the whole city of Huichang was aroused by Ci craze.

Almost all candidates are writing lyrics day and night. For candidates who are already familiar with poetry writing, writing lyrics is actually not particularly difficult. The difficulty is that they have no idea what the level of the lyrics they are writing is, and familiar friends come together. , discussing and communicating with each other, basically asking blind questions, and getting only meaningless applause.

There are also some wealthy people who write their own words on gold paper with precious pens, imagining that a holy light will appear. Unfortunately, there is no such thing! This shows that the words they wrote were not considered worthy of mention by the Temple. But the temple doesn’t tell you where you fall short.

At this time, someone became anxious.

Spend a lot of money to hire an expert.

Deng Manjiang, a great scholar at Baishui Academy, received seventy requests, all of which were requests for correction of his son's poems. The price for a correction of one of his son's poems was as high as one hundred taels of gold.

Zhou Yunzhi, the Minister of Rites in the capital, invited Li Pingbo, a great scholar from the Gongyuan Academy in the capital, to go to Huichang to instruct his nephew Zhou Liangcheng on his lyrics. However, as soon as the poor scholar arrived at the city gate, he was stopped by a group of students, and countless people knelt down. On the ground, kneeling down to see it, holding the lyrics in both hands, please sir take a look.

Li Pingbo could only raise a word in his hand, flew away through the air, and landed in the Zhou family.

Zhou Liangcheng, with his hair uncombed and his face unwashed, sat on the pavilion and muttered something. When Li Pingbo came closer, he heard clearly what he was muttering: I am a waste...

Li Pingbo turned his back on the spot: "Although Lord Shangshu invited me, there are hidden cracks in the literary world and I am mentally disturbed. How can I write lyrics? I say goodbye!"

Zhou Luofu hurriedly caught up with him. A maid next to him knelt down and opened a huge tray with red cloth in his hand. The golden gold and the blurred jewelry finally left his footsteps.

He circled around Zhou Liangcheng three times and sighed longly: "The most I can do is to relieve this son's wounds in the literary world. Let him reluctantly participate in this scientific examination. In the next three days, he can only rest peacefully and never think about sharpening his guns in battle." , Otherwise, the literary roots will be broken and the consequences will be endless!”

Zhou Luofu was overjoyed: "This is also a great blessing. Please help me sir. In addition, the Zhou family would like to express our deepest gratitude..."

Li Pingbo stayed at Zhou's house. When the sun set, he burned incense and took a bath. He raised his hands and wrote a long article in the sky. This article is called "Qingping Festival"...

The words seven hundred and twenty-one turned into golden light and shot into the center of Zhou Liangcheng's eyebrows. Zhou Liangcheng's whole body was filled with golden light. The black line on the literary world slowly dissipated, and the cracks in the literary world slowly closed. In the early morning, the golden light on Zhou Liangcheng's body dissipated, and slowly Fall down.

Li Pingbo opened the door exhaustedly and saw Zhou Luofu with a hopeful look on his face: "Mr. Pingbo..."

Li Pingbo nodded lightly: "Fortunately, my master's wound has healed. It shouldn't be a big problem until he rests until the exam starts... I really don't know why my master is so injured."

Zhou Luofu gritted his teeth and recounted what happened that day.

Li Pingbo nodded when he heard this: "That's it! This son has been heard in the capital for a long time. They all say that he is a genius in poetry. The poems he wrote are shocking to the heaven and the earth and make ghosts and gods weep. However, this son incited the people of Haining and destroyed the whole family of Zhang family. The demon clan colludes with no bottom line. How can such a violent person enter the holy way? There is no need for Duke Zhou to worry."

Zhou Luofu was overjoyed. With a wave of his hand, he got another plate of gold!

The big guys in the capital have all made this assertion. No matter how awesome you Lin Su is, how far can you go?

Even if you can pass this time, you won't be able to get in the imperial examination!

Li Pingbo walked away to say goodbye and left the Zhou Mansion. There was a sedan waiting outside the door. He boarded the sedan and the sedan soared into the sky. It circled and landed in a small courtyard. A person in the courtyard knelt down to greet him: "My grandson." Welcome Grandpa Seven!"

Li Pingbo got off the sedan: "Ye Zhou, what's the future of your lyrics?"

The young man in front was none other than Li Yezhou, a madman on scientific research. He smiled and said: "Last night, a new poem by my grandson had the Holy Light emerging."

"Okay!" Li Pingbo was overjoyed.

Until now, he had never heard of anyone whose lyrics had the Holy Light. He never expected that his grandson would actually have the Holy Light!

"Ye Zhou, you must win Huiyuan in this scientific examination!"

"My grandson understands that I am the only one who will be reunited this time! This is an important task that I must complete as a descendant of the Li family."

Everyone in the world knows that Li Yezhou is a science-examination madman who insists on getting Huiyuan, but few people know why he is so paranoid.

There is only one reason for his paranoia: his surname is Li!

What happened to the surname Li?

The Taoist sage also had the surname Li.

His family was expelled from the Tao Sage orthodoxy three hundred years ago, and from then on they were no longer allowed to claim to be the direct lineage of the Tao Sage.

To change this fate, we can only enter the temple from the main entrance and go to Lingyan Pavilion to renew the incense for our ancestors.

The rules of the temple are: Only those who are qualified to enter the temple through the main entrance must be in harmony with the three elements.

What is the return of three elements to one?

Jieyuan, Huiyuan, Zhuangyuan!

He has obtained the title of Understanding, and he needs the title of Huiyuan. If he is not promoted to Huiyuan, even if he is the top scholar in high school, he still cannot enter the temple from the main entrance, and he will not be able to bring the Li family into orthodoxy.

Therefore, he would rather delay two terms to obtain the title of Huiyuan, and the Li family devoted all their efforts to help him

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