Gao Wu Da Xia: The fox demon lady at the beginning

Chapter 78 Singing
As everyone in Zuihua Tower left, Han Chufan's "Die Lian Hua" quickly spread throughout the imperial capital.

"This song "Butterfly Loves Flowers" is really well written. It's just a pity that such a masterpiece that has been handed down from generation to generation was written for a promiscuous woman."

"Haha, brother Zhongyun, what you said is wrong. He has been a romantic and talented man since ancient times. Such a masterpiece is even more legendary when it was written for an oiran."

"Brother Wen Yan is also right. I am narrow-minded haha. Hurry up and show such a masterpiece to Mo Lao. Mo Lao will definitely like it very much."

In an elegant restaurant, two gentle and distinguished guests are discussing the song "Butterfly Love Flower".

In the Mingyue Tower, which is also one of the four famous buildings, Lan Yifan, the oiran, tightly holds the paper with "Butterfly Love Flower" in his hand.

"[The belt is getting wider and I will not regret it, and I will make people haggard for Yixiao], it's really wonderful. It's a pity that Han Chufan didn't write this poem for me in my Mingyue Tower."

Lan Yifan said regretfully that she was also a famous talented woman in the imperial capital and loved poetry.

"Wait until the young lady invites Mr. Han to our Mingyue Tower, and then write a song for the young lady." Lan Yifan's personal maid said with a smile.

Lan Yifan shook his head, "How can such a masterpiece be written casually? It requires the accumulation of time, the burst of inspiration, and some luck.

That Jin Miaolan was so lucky to have encountered such a masterpiece that has been handed down from generation to generation. Whenever anyone mentions this song "Butterfly Loves Flowers" in the future, they will think of a woman named Jin Miaolan. "

Lan Yifan is right. A masterpiece like this that will last forever requires inspiration and luck.

Most of the famous writers in history could only write one or two such famous poems.

In the Guozijian, several contemporary literary masters are reading this song "Butterfly Love Flower" seriously.

"In the first film, I wrote about climbing high and looking far away, and the sorrow of separation arises spontaneously. "Standing and leaning on the dangerous building, the wind blows softly" and "dangerous building" imply that the lyricist has a high foothold and must travel far. "Standing and leaning" shows that the poet is leaning on the railing. The long time and deep nostalgia. But unexpectedly, the result of "standing and leaning" is "looking forward to the extreme spring and sorrow, and the sky is gloomy".

"Chunchou" refers to the sorrow of leaving in Huaiyuan and looking forward to returning.Rather than saying that "Spring Melancholy" grows secretly in the heart, it is said that it arises from the distant horizon. On the one hand, it tries to avoid the ordinary, trying to turn the intangible into tangible, abstraction into concreteness, and increase the visuality and flow of the picture; on the other hand, It is also because its "spring sorrow" is triggered by the scenery in the sky.

Then, the sentence "Grass color and smoke light" shows what the poet sees when he looks across the horizon.The sentence "Speechless, who knows" is not only a sigh of relying on the fence and having vain hopes, but also a sigh of not seeing the beloved and having a hard time expressing the heartache. The word "speechless" means thousands of thoughts.

In the second part of the film, in order to relieve the sadness of separation, he decided to drink and sing wildly: "I want to get drunk with the madness."But if you force yourself to look good for pleasure, you will end up feeling "tasteless".From "intense" to "tasteless", the strokes are turbulent and full of waves.The two sentences "The clothes are getting wider and wider" in the knot point are written with tenderness in a strong pen, vowing that they are willing to become thinner and haggard because of missing their beloved.

"End no regrets", that is, "death without exhaustion", shows the poet's resolute character and persistent attitude, and the poet's realm is thus sublimated. " Mr. Wei from the Imperial College slowly interpreted this poem.

"This song "Butterfly Love Flower" is well written, and Mr. Wei's interpretation is also good." Mr. Mo from the Imperial College said with a smile.

"The Master Han who can write this poem is really amazing. I heard that Master Han is less than 20 years old, very young." Mr. Huang said.

Mr. Wei, Mr. Mo, and Mr. Huang were all heavyweights in the Imperial Academy. Contemporary literary masters also held official positions in the Imperial Academy in the imperial court.

Moreover, the three of them have students all over the court and the thirteen states of Daxia. The three of them have great influence in the literary and political circles.

"I heard that Lord Xiaohan wrote a poem called "Qingxiang Integrity Officer" after defeating the Wu Clan Tartars."

"Oh? Old Wei, read it quickly and listen to it." Mo Lao and Huang Lao said eagerly.

[Shuang Moustache embraces Qiongqiu, and goes upstairs alone wearing a white sable fur.

Gazing at the stars in the north and standing with a sword in hand, he will become a worry for the country throughout his life. 】

"Okay, I seem to see a young hero who is both civil and military, loyal to his emperor and his country. This Mr. Xiao Han really surprises me, but it's a pity that he didn't come from our Imperial College."

"It's a pity that it didn't come from the Imperial College. Our students from the Imperial College are still far away from writing such poems. Let alone them, even the three of you and me, plus the entire Daxia literary world, no one can write it. Such poems." "Old Wei is right, I must meet this Mr. Xiao Han, haha."

As "Die Lian Hua" was sung, Han Chufan's fame became more and more popular, especially in the four famous buildings and the literary circles of the imperial capital, everyone knew it.

Our Lord Han didn't know anything about this, so he exchanged addresses with his younger brother He Zidong. Under He Zidong's reluctant eyes, he and Qiu Xuanyu returned to the restaurant where they lived.

"Where did you two go all night?" Ling Xiaoyan was meditating, exhaling Qi.

Han Chufan thought in his heart, "This is a serious ascetic. That kid He Zidong is definitely a weirdo among ascetics."

"Haha, Brother Han and I went shopping around the imperial capital." Qiu Xuanyu said without blushing or heartbeat.

"Why do you smell so much of rouge?" Ling Xiaoyan pinched her nose and said as the two passed by.

Mr. Wen, who was reading a book, raised his head, glanced at the two of them, and said with a smile: "The internal selection battle for the big competition is about to take place. You two, please don't run around, and don't miss the business assigned by the Governor."

"Haha, no, no." The two returned to their room in embarrassment, feeling like they had been caught stealing.

The next day, the little brother came over early in the morning.

Han Chufan and Qiu Xuanyu walked out of the house and found He Zidong chatting with Ling Xiaoyan.

"Fairy, where's the family name? How old is this year?" He Zidong had a warm smile on his face, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

It's a pity that the aloof Ling Xiaoyan didn't accept this trick. She meditated quietly and ignored him.

"Fairy."

He Zidong wanted to hook up again, but Han Chufan pinched his ears.

"Let's go, the rabbit hasn't eaten the grass beside the nest yet."

The trio walked on the bumpy dirt road of the imperial capital with steps that they did not recognize.

Han Chufan threw the leftover buns to the beggars on the roadside.

"Thank you young master, thank you young master, good man is rewarded with good rewards, young master."

The older beggar gave half of the bun to his beggar son.

"You found him pretty quickly?" Qiu Xuanyu asked.

"Haha, I haven't seen the two elder brothers for a day, and I miss you very much." He Zidong said with a smile.

"Zizi, I think you want the girl from Zuihualou." Han Chufan glanced at him and said.

"Brother Han, what are you talking about? Brothers are brothers and women are clothes. The fabrics in Zuihualou cannot be compared with the two eldest brothers." He Zidong said sincerely.

　I still have a bit of a headache, so I want to resume normal updates as soon as possible.

　　I wish everyone a speedy recovery.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)