NOVEL NEXT Chapter 61
Song Zhen was shocked. If it was just this request, it would not be unacceptable.
He lowered his head and searched for the songs that Hou Xian had heard.
As we all know, there are mainly two aspects of Teng Wang Li Yuanying that are known to later generations.
First, it is the famous "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" written by the young talent Wang Bo.
However, many people only know the Pavilion of Prince Teng, but do not know that this pavilion was built by the King of Teng.
The full text of "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" has 773 characters, using more than 20 allusions, adding more than 40 idioms to Chinese culture.
From ancient times to the present, there are several opinions about the age when Wang Bo wrote "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng".
One is that he was only 13 or 14 years old, and the other is that he was in his twenties.
Song Zhen is more inclined to the latter. There is a sentence in the text: "There is no way to ask for a job, and I have to wait until the young crown of the army."
The following two paragraphs lament the suffering of ill-fated fate. Can a teenager have such experience?
After leaving behind the "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng", Wang Bo went to visit his father who was implicated by him. Soon after, he set off on his way home and never returned.
It was summer at that time, and the winds in the South China Sea were strong and the waves were high. Wang Bo, who was only 28 years old, unfortunately drowned and died suddenly, leaving only regrets for the world.
He learned to write the most beautiful language in the world with a pen, but he did not learn to swim.
Wang Bo was born in 649, the same era as Song Zhen, that is, he is now a seven-year-old child.
In the future, the two may have a chance to meet.
Therefore, Song Zhen did not plan to copy this poem.
He did not want to copy any poems from the Tang Dynasty. If he had to copy, he would copy poems from the Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, which were quite far apart in time.
Song Zhen silently recited the "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" in his heart. Seeing this, Prince Teng Li Yuanying smiled and stood aside without disturbing him, and so did Di Renjie.
Everyone was waiting for his answer, whether to help or not.
Song Zhen closed his eyes, frowned slightly, and looked a little struggling.
"The setting sun and the solitary wild goose fly together, and the autumn water and the sky are the same color.
The fisherman sings at dusk, and the sound echoes to the end of the Pengli shore;
The wild geese are startled by the cold, and their voices break off at the Hengyang Port..."
Yes, the fisherman sings at dusk! He suddenly raised his head!
In the postmodern era, there are two more famous "Fisherman Sings at Dusk", one is a famous guzheng piece, and the other.
Although many people don't know its name, they have definitely heard it.
That is the background music of the weather forecast, also called "Fisherman Sings at Dusk"!
I remember when I was a child, every time I heard this rhythm, I knew that after the weather forecast ended, it would soon be time for the TV series.
And, [Stanley compound fertilizer]! "Yellow soil and black soil, use Stanley for farming."
Song Zhen plans to take out the latter, and talk about the famous guzheng piece later.
So, he stretched out his hand, and Di Renjie asked in confusion: "What are you doing?"
"Bring the flute here."
"Oh, okay."
The guests were planning to stay overnight in Huichunfang. They noticed that there were guards around here, and they all came over curiously to see.
Lu Zhishi and Cui Qiufang, Gongsun Lan and Gongsun Yu did not leave, but stood aside and waited.
Song Zhen took a deep breath, straightened his back, put the air hole to his mouth, and held the flute in his left hand.
A melodious flute sound came slowly, which made people feel relaxed and happy.
"This is..." Teng Wang Li Yuanying was stunned.
The charm of this song is really full, as if you are in the dusk, and your parents are waving and calling you home for dinner not far away.
It seems to see the colorful sunset, the fishermen's songs, and the joyful scene of the fishermen returning home with a full load and singing all the way.
It seems to remember the happy time when my parents were farming in the fields and I was playing happily with my friends.
This is a song that sounds good when you first listen to it, and you will be reminded of the past when you listen to it again.
Although the rhythm is not much, and there are only a few notes back and forth, it is a melody that can be repeated infinitely, which cleanses people's hearts.
"Woo woo woo, I think of it again..."
The other person frowned and said unhappily: "Don't mention your Lu Siniang anymore, okay?"
"Woo woo woo."
After playing for two and a half minutes, Song Zhen stopped playing. There was no way. He had consumed a lot of physical energy just now, and he was very tired now.
"What song is this?" Teng Wang Li Yuanying asked eagerly, and it can be seen that he likes it very much.
"Fisherman's Song at Dusk."
"Fisherman's Song at Dusk, Fisherman's Song at Dusk, Fisherman's Song at Dusk..." Teng Wang Li Yuanying muttered in his mouth, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
What a good name! It perfectly depicts the artistic conception at once.
He bowed to Song Zhen solemnly: "Thank you."
He could foresee that this song had a simple rhythm but a beautiful artistic conception. It was a good song, absolutely a good song!
Once "Fisherman's Song at Dusk" was promoted, it would spread throughout the streets and alleys, and even the farmers in the fields could hum a few rhythms.
By then, as long as people play this song, they will definitely be inseparable from his title.
"Fisherman's Song at Dusk·Song Shouzheng Presents to Teng Wang".
Beautiful, happy, and joyful.
"Am I considered a celebrity for all ages?" Teng Wang Li Yuanying was a little dazed.
"This king owes you a favor." He felt emotional and patted Song Zhen's shoulder heavily.
He learned that Song Zhen, whose name was Shouzheng, thought to himself that after returning, he would definitely build a Shouzheng Pavilion for him, which was a testimony to their deep friendship.
"Actually, I have another song..." Song Zhen was a little speechless. Look how happy you are. Didn't expect it? I thought of two songs.
"And?" Teng Wang Li Yuanying was stunned.
"Well, but I'm too tired now. I'll sing it to you tomorrow."
The other song was based on Teng Wang's other well-known "Teng School Butterfly Painting".
Although the lyrics are not so suitable, and the words are even too straightforward to the people of the Tang Dynasty, the chorus is somewhat related, which is enough.
Since you have accepted one favor, why not another one.
Teng Wang Li Yuanying was overjoyed. He helped Song Zhen to his seat with a smile on his face. The guards and his family saw this scene and were stunned. When did Teng Wang treat people like this?
Even his nephew, the saint of today, probably didn't have this treatment, right?
It's different. Song Zhen can make him famous through the ages, can Li Zhi do it?
He even personally poured a glass of Tusu wine for Song Zhen: "Shouzheng, please."
"Thank you, Teng Wang." Song Zhen didn't want to refuse the kindness of others, so he took a sip. In fact, he wanted to drink pure water.
Fortunately, Di Renjie understood him and leaned over to pour a bowl of water for Song Zhen.
"Shouzheng has such great talent. If I have the chance, I will definitely recommend you to Weishan."
[Li Zhi, whose name is Weishan. 】
Song Zhen smiled slightly, did not answer, and drank the water silently.
In fact, you don't need to recommend it. After a week, after the Huichunfang study delegations from all over the country return, Song Zhen's name will be famous all over the world after the first performance.
The response of the audience in Bianzhou has proved that postmodern repertoires are quite popular even in the Tang Dynasty.
People in the world are nothing more than the word "curiosity". Postmodern folk art culture is unfamiliar and novel to them.
Even Li Zhi and Wu Meiniang, who live deep in the palace, should have heard a thing or two.
I just don't know if Li Mengting has the opportunity to hear it. This is Song Zhen's ultimate goal.
"May I ask if King Teng has anything else?"
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