I saw Cao Yi sitting there alone, mumbling something. Judging from the shape of his mouth, the last word was "May you live longer than the gods." I just don't know why such a happy and blessed word made Cao Yi look so depressed and sad.

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"Mom and Dad... are you okay at this time? Have you gotten over the grief of my death? Is today also the Mid-Autumn Festival in that world?... It's a pity that we can never be reunited. I really want to be with you.

Let's spend this Mid-Autumn Festival together!" Cao Yi thought about it and couldn't control the tears in his eyes anymore.

Governor Yang watched silently and wondered in his heart, could it be that Cao Yi missed his old father who had been guarding the border and fighting? It seems that Cao Yi is not only a great genius, but also a great man who values ​​love and righteousness.

Dutiful son. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but envy Cao, the ambassador. Sure enough, the tiger father had no son, and the general family had a son with a talent that was relegated to immortals. He really had a son like Cao Zhaozheng.

Mr. Lu just made some in-depth and simple comments above, but at this time, Cao Yi was down there alone, missing his parents in his previous life, shaking his head and sighing, and did not hear Mr. Lu's comments.

However, Yan Shu noticed Cao Yi's behavior. Although he was not ranked first in writing, Cao Yi's talent and learning in the previous two rounds of competitions were too high, so Yan Shu naturally hoped that his lyrics would be recognized by Cao Yi.

However, it seemed that Cao Yi was not very satisfied with the words. He kept shaking his head and mumbling something to himself.

Yan Shu also wanted to hear Cao Yi's opinions for a moment, and then turned around and bowed to Cao Yi, "Brother Zhaozheng, is there anything wrong with Uncle Tong's work? I see that you have been shaking your head and sighing. If so,

My words are not very good, so please give me some advice from Brother Zhaozheng.”

"Uncle Tong was too modest. Cao shook his head and sighed because Uncle Tong's Mid-Autumn Festival poems were so well written that I was moved. Especially the last word 'May you live longer than the gods!', which reminded me of my parents..."

My parents are over fifty years old, and their temples are graying, but they are separated in two places. They spend less time together and more time apart. My memory of my father is even more pitiful. Now I think of Cao as a son, but I can't share my father's worries. My father and I

The elder brother guarded the northwest border, guarded the country for the emperor, and protected the safety of tens of millions of people in the Great Yan Dynasty. My father and elder brother carried weapons and armor to fight on the frontier and marched forward with heavy loads, while Cao was incompetent and could only write and write in the rear of Taiping. Thinking of this,

That’s why I sigh with sadness.”

Mr. Lu saw what Cao Yi said and felt it was necessary to mention something: "Cao Yi, you are serious. Cao Shixiang is the first good general in the founding of this dynasty. His reputation is spread all over the world. He is respected and loved by everyone. He is a civil servant and military general who is responsible for his family and country."

There is no difference between the common people and the state of the world. In the end, they all reach the same goal through different paths. Wen Neng can stabilize the country and bring peace to the world, and martial arts can regulate the world. We scholars must not belittle ourselves. We should take the world as our responsibility. This is the right way."

Then Mr. Lu raised the wine cup in his hand, pointed it towards the northwest, and said, "Let us toast Ambassador Cao and the soldiers guarding the border!" Then everyone present raised their wine glasses and saluted northwest.

Cao Yi drank the wine in his hand, slammed the cup on the table, and walked to the desk where Yan Shu had written the order. Yan Shu naturally knew what Cao Yi meant and stepped aside slightly, but he did not walk away.

Standing aside, he planned to watch and recite the poems written by Cao Yi immediately. He had a hunch that Cao Yi would definitely cause a sensation again.

Cao Yi first looked up at the full moon hanging in the sky, sighed, and started writing on the paper with a brush in his hand. Yan Shu looked on and helped read out the written words.

"Shui Tiao Ge Tou..." Yan Shu's tone was clear and clear, and the entire poetry meeting could hear it clearly. Yan Shu also adjusted his posture, thinking about reciting the lyrics of Shui Diao Ge Tou, and his expression and stance were

The posture also became more formal, and he read out the first sentence: "When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine... I don't know the palace in the sky... What year is it today?"

After the first line of the water tune song was recited, the scene was so quiet that one could hear everyone's breathing. Mr. Lu, Kuang Gong and Yang Zhifu were sitting on the table with their eyes closed, singing the song to the water tune song.

The melody player beat the beat on his thigh. At this moment, they all opened their eyes and stood up, looking in the direction of Cao Yi, feeling shocked in their hearts!

All the talented people present here are people who are well versed in poetry. Before they have finished listening to the first half of the poem, they have already noticed the ethereal, majestic and far-reaching artistic conception of this poem. The seemingly simple question at the beginning has revealed the history of China since ancient times.

The scholar’s ​​question about the creation of Yin and Yang in the early Yuan Dynasty of the universe came out. Thousands of years ago, Qu Yuan asked this question in "Heavenly Questions". Hundreds of years ago, the poet Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty wrote, "When will the moon come to the blue sky? I will stop drinking for a while."

"Ask it" also asked, and at today's Jinling Poetry Meeting, Cao Yi and Cao Zhaozheng also asked the same question!

"I want to ride the wind back... When I have time, the beautiful buildings and jade houses... It's too cold at high places. Dancing to clear the shadows, how can it be like being in the world?" Yan Shu's clear and clear voice continued to reach everyone's ears, and Cao Yi continued to brush his teeth.

He wrote quickly, and just the first half of it made many people change their expressions.

From writing about the palace in the sky to how it is like the world, from "I want" to "I am afraid" and then to "how is it like", the mood changes. In the wide opening and closing, everyone returns from fantasy to reality, from being born in the world to being in the world, showing that

Cao Yi's broad mind and lofty ambitions brought a broad-minded style to this word, aloof and far-sighted, unrestrained and frank.

Yan Shu looked at Cao Yi who was busy writing with a complicated expression, then looked around at the shocked talents around him, and then continued to read out the sentence.

"Turn around the Zhuge Pavilion, lower the Qihu household, and the light is sleepless... There should be no hatred, so why do we have to be reunited when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This matter has never been completed in ancient times... I hope that people will live long, and we will be together thousands of miles apart.

moon."

After Yan Shu finished reciting, he read it through again. After a long time, he sighed: "This word is really the pen of an immortal transformed into a human being. It is impossible to write such an ethereal momentum without banishing an immortal..."

"Good words! Good!" Someone suddenly appeared in the silence and praised her. From then on, everyone seemed to be awakened and began to praise her.

Magistrate Yang looked at Cao Yi, who was bowing his head in deep thought, as if he saw an eternal literary giant who was slowly rising. He secretly decided in his heart that he must cultivate Cao Yi well before he started to grow up.

It is not necessary to provide help in times of need, but it is better than adding decals on the cake in the future, and it can always leave more good impressions on people.

"People have joys and sorrows, partings and reunions, the more cloudy and sunny the moon is, the longer the moon is. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live forever, and we can share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away... I hope that people will live forever, and we can share the beauty of the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away." The mad man stood on the top, shook his head, and recited.

twice, and said slowly.

"The first half is written vertically, with a high-level view; the second half is written horizontally, with twists and turns, both emotional and rhyme, and a magnificent state. The whole article is full of good sentences!" Then he laughed twice and said loudly: "The word Mid-Autumn Festival comes from Cao Zhaozheng's "Water"

As soon as "Tiao Ge Tou" comes out, all the rest of the words are useless, and it becomes clear!" After saying this, he picked up the wine cup and raised his head to drink.

At this time, Mr. Lu touched Kuang Gong next to him with his hand, and the general idea was that so many students present had also composed Mid-Autumn Festival poems. It would be fine to talk about this kind of thing in private. Saying this now would slap the faces of all the talented people here. Secondly,

Just put Cao Yi on the fire and roast it.

Kuang Gong lived up to his "crazy" name, laughed wildly, and continued: "Lv Gong, you must be open-minded. Since you agree in your heart, there is nothing to boast about. Why don't you also say that "The Moonlight Night on the Autumn River" is the only chapter in the book?

All over the Tang Dynasty, Cao Yi, Cao Zhaozheng, he just has this talent, is it possible that he is allowed to deliberately bend his talents?"

Mr. Lu was helpless when he saw Kuang Gong making his private comments public. He nodded and smiled apologetically at Cao Yi. But Cao Yi could only smile bitterly in silence. These two old men were really flattering him now.

When the piece of paper with "Shui Diao Ge Tou" written on it was passed to Mr. Lu's hands, Mr. Lu read it twice and was full of praise. Of course, as a judge, he still had to give this "Shui Diao Ge Tou"

》For review.

"The upper part of this poem is inspired by the bright moon, and the fact that the lower part touches the world is inspired by the bright moon. It is expressed freely and without any artificiality, and the majestic atmosphere and ethereal artistic conception in the poem are beyond the ordinary."

Mr. Lu paused and looked at the talented people who were silently listening to his comments, including Cao Yi, who were also listening with an open mind. Mr. Lu continued: "Start with the sentence 'When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine',

Raising a glass to ask about the moon, strange and wonderful thoughts, as if coming from the sky, the intention comes from Li Taibai's "When will the moon come in the blue sky, I want to stop drinking and ask it." There should be something different but similar in purpose here."

"'I don't know what year it is today in the palace in the sky.' The two sentences follow the above meaning and end with a question. I don't know when the full moon will be, so I don't know what year it is in the sky today.' I want to ride the wind back, but I'm afraid of the wind.

"It's so cold in the high places of the buildings and jade buildings." When asked about the three sentences, Gai couldn't get the answer, but he has a wish to ride the wind back home. "I want" echoes "I'm afraid". "It's so cold in the high places of the beautiful buildings and jade buildings."

, the combination of virtuality and reality is already very wonderful from a practical point of view, but if it is used as a metaphor for virtuality, it will be even more ethereal."

Lu Gong took a sip of wine and continued: "'Dancing to clear the shadows, how can it be like being in the human world?' The two sentences still follow the previous sentence, but they have returned from the illusion to the reality in front of them. Since we can't ride the wind back, then

I can only linger under the moon. From the beginning of the first sentence to the last sentence, it is like the water of the Yellow River flowing down freely, with the momentum and grand pattern of a violent storm."

"Xiaque is realistic, writing that the moon shines on people without sleep, and the artistic conception becomes more and more profound later, and it forms a wonderful sentence before and after. 'There should be no hatred, why should we be round when we say goodbye?' Two sentences, writing about the full moon and the person who is not round, at first glance

It is quite annoying to the moon. When the three sentences "people have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes, it is difficult to have it all in ancient times", the topic changes to say that the world is impermanent, and it is difficult for people and the moon to have both. This has been true since ancient times.

It also has the meaning of breaking up the moon. As for the two sentences "I hope that people will live long and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away", it is said that since people and the moon have been unable to have both, they can only protect their bodies and use the moon to express their feelings of missing. Although the original meaning is to express gratitude.

Zhuang's "Moon Ode" evolved from "Thousands of miles apart, we share the bright moon", but after adding the word "I hope", it becomes more affectionate. There are ninety-five words in the whole article, every word is precious, and every sentence is a masterpiece...

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Everyone present was also shocked by the continuous compliments, and started talking one after another. In less than half an hour, Cao Yi and Cao Zhaozheng and his "Shui Diao Ge Tou" said, "The pen of immortals transforming people into human beings cannot be written without banishing immortals."

", "Mid-Autumn Festival poems, as soon as Cao Zhaozheng's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" came out, the rest of the poems were discarded" and ""Moonlight Night on the Autumn River", a single poem covers the entire Tang Dynasty" have spread throughout Jiangning City, and it is only night
Chapter completed!