I'm an almighty star

Chapter 187 "Cai Wenji" Comes to Life

"What tea do you two want to drink?"

"casual."

"Little sister, you play the qin really well. Few people can play the qin like you now."

"Well, it's useless to play it well, and most people can't understand it."

Probably seeing that few people could understand the song the girl played, the girl sighed and said.

"Thank you, the tea is delicious. But, I think, with the development of the times, it is difficult for everyone to calm down and listen to these classical tunes."

Mo Bai and Yang Man happily sat up and talked while drinking tea.

"Yes, it would be great if there were Fu in this song. It is said that Cai Wenji wrote eighteen Han Fu at that time."

Hu Jia's eighteen beats, each beat is a chapter, a total of eighteen beats, that is, eighteen chapters, collectively referred to as Hu Jia's eighteen beats.

Fu was popular in the Han Dynasty at that time, which was similar to the current lyrics. If it was accompanied by a sound, it would become a song.

Yang Man also sighed secretly, such a classic Fu has not been handed down.

"Yes, if it can be passed down, even if you haven't heard the song, you can still learn the lyrics in the song."

The girl nodded too.

After all, words are better recorded than rhythms.

Not everyone understands music, but words are different.

In particular, it was written by the talented Cai Wenji.

"Hehe, it's not that I don't have talent. I've seen many people in modern times compose lyrics for Hu Jia Shiba."

Everyone has a lot of research on Chinese classical culture. Although they don't know the girl well, they can talk about it clearly and logically.

"I won't say those words, there is no artistic conception at all."

The girl shook her head and said.

The girl has seen a lot of people on the Internet who have done essays for Hu Jia Shiba, but all of them are very bad.

"This is understandable. Modern people have some reluctance to write this kind of Han Fu. In addition, everyone has such high requirements for Hu Jia's [-] Pai. Not to mention ordinary writing, even if it is well written, there are not many people. Approved."

Mo Bai also nodded and said.

"You two drink tea, I have to play the piano."

Several people chatted for a while, and the girl continued to pluck the strings, playing the piano quietly.

"Sister Yang Man, this girl is not bad. She has studied ancient Chinese culture at such a young age."

"Hehe, have you fallen in love with her? Hurry up and confess, aren't you very good at talking, why don't you say that there are beauties in the north..."

Speaking of this, Yang Man couldn't help but blush.

"Sister Yang Man, I'm not a pervert. I confess when I see a girl. Besides, this little girl is from the south at first glance, and she is beautiful. There are beauties in the north that don't meet her quality at all. If you want me to say, it should be" The beauty rolls the beaded curtain, sits deeply and frowns."

"The beauty rolls up the beaded curtain, sits deeply and frowns...it's amazing, my great talent can really write another poem."

Yang Man was convinced by Mo Bai.

"The beauty rolls up the bead curtain, sits deeply and frowns moth eyebrows" This sentence is not only well written, but also very suitable for the occasion.

If it wasn't for the little girl playing the piano, Yang Man would have liked the little girl to appreciate this poem written by Mo Bai for her.

"Written blindly, written blindly."

Mo Bai laughed, not taking it seriously at all.

But, fortunately, Mo Bai's cell phone was dead right now, so he turned off the live broadcast.Otherwise, seeing Mo Bai's situation, the fans in the live broadcast room will probably keep swiping 66666 again, admiring Mo Bai's clever way of picking up girls.

"I have always admired beautiful women and never thought of anything else."

Shaking his head, Mo Bai said: "By the way, since modern people can write lyrics for this Hujia Eighteen Beats, why don't we try it too?"

"forget it."

Yang Man shook his head.

"This kind of famous song through the ages, no matter whether it is filled out well or poorly, it will be scolded when it is filled out."

"Moreover, I think that basically no one can write Han Fu that fits the artistic conception of Hu Jia's Eighteenth Auction at that time."

"It's okay anyway, let's fill in the lyrics for fun."

It happened that there were pens, ink, paper and inkstones in the gazebo.

Mo Bai is not surprised either, the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting have always been separated from each other.What's more, this Magic City Cultural Festival seems to pay more attention to traditional culture this year. Things that are more representative of Chinese culture such as pens, inks, papers and inkstones can be seen everywhere.

"I really need to fill it in."

Seeing that Mo Bailai was serious, Yang Man said in surprise.

"Yeah, listening to the sound of the piano right now, I'm inspired, I'll give it a try."

"Okay, then I'm looking forward to the [-]th film of Hu Jia written by Mo Dacai."

Yang Man stepped aside and watched Mo Bai write with great interest.

"At the beginning of my life, I did nothing, and after I was born, Han Zuo declined."

Mo Bai wrote the first sentence quickly.

"How about this sentence."

After writing the first sentence, Mo Bai asked.

"not bad."

Yang Man nodded: "When I was just born, the world was still peaceful, but when I grew up, the Han family has declined."

While translating, Yang Man nodded and said, "It's a bit like Han Fu. Moreover, it is more in line with the background at that time."

"Well, then I will continue to write the first sentence."

Immediately after writing, Mo Bai wrote again: "The inhumane sky brings chaos and separation, and the inhumane earth makes me meet at this time."

If this sentence is translated, it is: Heaven does not show benevolence!Bring down the chaos of war.The earth does not see benevolence!Let me be born at an untimely time.

At that time, the Han Dynasty was in decline, Dong Zhuo was in power, and the world was in chaos. Cai Wenji was captured by the Xiongnu while fleeing.

It was a miserable time.

[The roads are in danger in the days of fighting, and the people are in exile.The smoke and dust cover the wild and the barbarians are full, and the sincerity is obedient and righteous.It is not suitable for me to be so vulgar, and who should I sue when I am insulted.After a while, the piano beats, and the heart is full of anger and resentment, no one knows...]

The customs of the Huns are very different, and it is difficult for the daughters of the Han family to adapt;

All kinds of shame!Who should I cry to?

Hu Jia plays a verse, and Yaoqin plays a beat;
Full of grief and resentment, no one knows anyone.

The text does not add points.

Before he knew it, Mo Bai had completely written the famous song "Hujia Eighteen Beats".

But at this time, looking at the completed lyrics, Yang Man was completely stunned when he looked at Mo Bai again.

At first, she only thought that Mo Bai thought it was fun, no matter how talented Mo Bai was, it was impossible for him to write "Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia".

However, after writing the first sentence, Yang Man was overwhelmed by Mo Bai's extreme talent.

And when I wrote the second sentence, "The sky is not benevolent, it brings chaos and separation", a surge of grief and indignation reached the sky.

What kind of person can express such emotion.

What kind of talent is this to write such quatrains that are so evocative of the past and the present.

Until, when all eighteen beats were written, Yang Man's heart was already turbulent, and he almost couldn't stand up.

"Cai Wenji."

On the genus name, Mo Bai wrote the three characters "Cai Wenji".

"Sister Yang Man, let's go."

After finishing writing in one breath, Mo Bai stood up very coolly.

Although Mo Bai's own name was not written in the signature, Mo Bai still felt that he had done a great thing.

Let future generations only need to remember that "Eighteen Pai Hu Jia" was written by Cai Wenji, and that's fine.

(End of this chapter)