Not far away, Lin Yang listened, and when he heard this, he almost squirted out the wine in his mouth.
Qiu Xiang was cold, but she nodded, and walked forward generously, someone had already moved the prepared pipa.
Qiu Xiang's pipa is indeed played well, the beads walk on the jade plate, the clouds and rivers flow, its subtlety, the aftertaste is endless, Lin Yang listened attentively, he used to be a little prince of music, running all over the school countless little beauties.
"Knock, knock" music, Xia Hua leaned slightly, slightly raised her eyebrows, and raised her sleeves behind her waist and made a gesture, only to see Xia Hua lightly lift her jade feet, and when she did not step on it, her hands behind her back shook her long sleeves from bottom to both sides, and the streamers fluttered up like flowing clouds and wings, and her expression was shy and charming, and her dancing posture was extremely elegant.
Hua feast nine autumn twilight, flying waves blowing clouds and rain, fluttering like an orchid green, like a swimming dragon, the more beautiful the mouth, the more beautiful the mouth, the front stream Wu, Ji stop the white lotus, the slow state can not be endless and multiplicate to the end.
The low back lotus breaks the waves, the snow is hot, the wind is hot, and when the scales fall, they look forward to repairing and wanting to be empty, but they can't catch it and fly to chase the shock This spiral dance is very famous, many geisha can dance, and the guests present are no strangers, but the dancing skills like Xia Hua are exquisite, and the magic is unique, and the color is thunderous for a while.
Zhang Shiwen has always wanted to see Dongmei make a fool, whether she is dancing, playing the piano or Qingyin a few good words and making a good friend with him are ready to pick bones in the eggs, and they are all celebrities, even if Dongmei's performance is not slightly inferior to the other three top brands, as long as they are said to be worthless, and they have their own weight in the hearts of others, many people will inevitably doubt their level of appreciation.
Naturally, I don't dare to praise indiscriminately, this is the authority of the judges.
So when Xia Hua danced, Zhang Shiwen immediately applauded and smiled: "Today is the practice of Lord Guo, my Tianxiang Pavilion has the four top brands, and it is really a rhyme to show their stunts."
Miss Dongmei, it's time for you to show everyone your talents."
"How dare Dongmei push it back."
Dongmei smiled slightly, suddenly stood up, and said loudly: "Lord Guo has been in the officialdom for decades, and now he is still the emperor's grace, appointing the lord to go to the Sun Mansion thousands of miles away to serve as the lord of the house, all of you are friends to congratulate each other, affectionate fist, admirable, although the little woman is a Qinglou woman, since she was a child, she has been crawling and rolling in the streets, for twenty years, and now she is about to withdraw from the Tianxiang Pavilion.
"The maid is in" Dongmei's maid suddenly untied the set of the zither, put the zither across the corner of the pillar, sat on the front, and stroked the string of the zither with ten slender fingers.
Dongmei slowly pulled out a silk ribbon as white as snow from her sleeve, first broke up a green silk, and then pulled a man-like bun, tightened the ribbon and walked forward slowly, until she walked outside the building, the platform leaned against the railing, and stood up.
The sky is pitch black, the distant mountains are like daisies, the river is sparkling and scaly, reflecting her slender figure like a white-robed showman, slightly raising her delicate chin, looking up at the sky with a bright moon, the silhouette is indescribably moving.
The little maid flicked her fingers, as if a touch of spring water poured out from under her fingers, Dongmei danced a Yang, and at the same time, a melodious song came out of her mouth, perfectly blending with the elegant music:" Rolling Yangtze River East Passing Water, The waves sweep away the heroes.
Success or failure turns empty.
The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.
White-haired fisherman on the river, Accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.
A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet.
How many things in ancient and modern times are being laughed and discussed" All the people were stunned, "The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes."
Success or failure turns empty.
This sentence is very heroic and tragic, which contains the sense of loss and loneliness of the great hero after becoming famous, and also contains the mountain hermit's wandering and contempt for fame and fortune.
The disappearance of the heroic cause of Linjiang, like the rolling Yangtze River, surging eastward, irresistible, leaving the great cause.
History gives people a deep and deep feeling, not like the pleasure of going straight to the point, but like the vicissitudes of life after experiencing glory and disgrace.
"The green mountains are still there" is like a reflection of the hero's great cause, and like a denial of it, but these do not need to be delved into, "several degrees of sunset red", in the face of the bloody sun, history seems to be solidified.
On this solidified historical picture, the white-haired fisherman and the leisurely woodcutter are full of interest in the autumn moon and spring breeze.
But the word "habit" shows inexplicable loneliness and desolation.
"A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet" makes this loneliness and desolation have a comfort, and the joy of friends from afar adds a few dynamics to the quiet atmosphere of this poem.
"Turbid wine" shows the high and peaceful friendship between the host and the guest, and its meaning is not wine.
In the hearts of these mountain hermits, those great achievements that have been famous for thousands of years are just people's after-dinner conversations The word is bold and subtle, high-pitched and deep, while feeling the desolation and tragedy, it also creates a calm and quiet atmosphere, and the lofty artistic conception in the word is reflected in this quiet atmosphere.
Take the lead Zhang Shiwen and a few of his friends plan to wait for Dongmei to sing together, and then denigrate, such as the words and sentences are not novel enough, the music is not in tune, the dance is not beautiful enough, the artistic conception is not deep enough, etc., etc., anyway, they have to do their best to crack down.
But all of the songs that Dongmei sang were fertilized, and the dances that Dongmei danced were very different from the dances they had seen before, and the styles were so different that it was impossible to compare.
As for the words she sang No matter how arrogant they are, they dare not say that this word is bad.
At this time, the literati had a paranoid fanaticism about good words, and as long as a scribe could chant a good word, he could be arched like a worker by a dignitary, which was a great magic At this time, they dared to let go of the words to disturb them, just as they were fascinated by the people dancing under the moon, chanting this eternal swan song with a beautiful and wonderful voice like a hundred spirits, and it was estimated that there must have been crazy scholars who pounced on them and threw them into the Longjiang River.
"Success or failure turns empty, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times" All the people held their breath, for fear of being disturbed by a little noise, they heard every word that Liu Xing chanted, and even the dragon and tiger, who didn't understand the way of poetry, opened their eyes and didn't dare to breathe.
Only the starlight and moonlight and the winter plum dancing and singing in the lake breeze are like heavenly music.
Listening to Dongmei's voice no less than Gong Yue's, reinterpreting this Linjiang Immortal, an indescribable taste suddenly surged into Lin Yang's heart
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