"The tides of the spring river reach the sea level, and the moon rises on the sea.
Yan Yan with the waves thousands of miles, where is the spring river without moonlight?”
With just the first four sentences, a beautiful scene appeared in the minds of the Tang officials.
They looked out from the Tang Palace and looked down at the river under the Prancing Horse Bridge in Chang 'an. The river tide was vast and boundless, as if it was connected to the sea. At this time, a bright moon rose with the tide, shining thousands of miles away. There was no spring river that was not under the bright moon.
Yes, in the spring season, the moonlight sprinkled on the river surface, sparkling. The light rose and fell with the waves and spread far away.
The moonlight was so gentle. Which spring river could not see the moonlight?“
"The river and the sky are one color without dust, and the lonely moon in the sky is bright.
Who by the river has seen the moon first? When did the moon on the river first shine on people?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and the river moon looks like it year after year.
.......”
The moonlight was hazy, and the river and sky were one color, not stained by dust. It was silent, only accompanied by a bright moon. But who was the first to see the moon by the river?
When did the bright moon on the river begin to shine on the pedestrians on the shore?
Since ancient times, how many dynasties had changed? How many pedestrians had been changed? Life was different from generation to generation, but Jiang Yue was similar year after year.
At this moment, when these poems were recited, Wang Bo, Luo Binwang, Lu Zhaolin, and Yang Jiong were moved.
If it was the poems in front, they could think of it with their literary talent.
However, these poems were simply unimaginable to them, or rather, they had never imagined them at all.
This was a question that transcended time and space. It was as if he had jumped out of the river of time and looked at the bright moon alone, thinking about the meaning of life, the philosophy of life, and even the vast universe and human history.
It was like Qu Yuan's Heavenly Questions, asking questions about the universe, space, and nature.
In ancient times, who taught him? The upper and lower levels have not yet been formed. How can we examine them? Who can make the world bright and dark?
The level of this intent realm and the scale of the situation had far surpassed them. in
"Whose boat is it tonight? Where do you yearn for the Bright Moon Pavilion?
The moon lingers on the roof, shining on the dressing table of the people who have left.
The jade door curtain rolled up and could not be removed, and the clothes were brushed back on the anvil.
At this moment, we look at each other and don't hear each other. May the moon shine on you."
Who was sailing on the river in the night? Was he a traveler from the Great Tang who was homesick and eager to return home?
Who is sitting alone in a tall building, lovesick under the moon? Was it because she missed her husband who was far away in the frontier fortress of the Great Tang?
Different from the usual euphemism of Shang Xiufang's singing, this fashionable song was softly sung with a faint melancholy. It seemed to let the Tang officials see the Tang Dynasty's travelers who missed their hometown and the women who missed their husbands in the frontier fortress through the lights of Chang 'an.
This was the Great Tang!
Beneath the prosperity, there were countless people living ordinary lives. They were wanderers, sorrowful women, soldiers on the frontier, and the husbands of the women of the Great Tang.
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After reciting the entire poem, Shang Xiufang's eyes were sparkling.
It wasn't sadness, but a kind of emotion. It was a mix of faint melancholy, far-reaching thinking, and the meaning of life.
Compared to Ying Che's Spring River Moonlit Night, the lyrics she had sung in the past were simply rubbish. Anyway, she would not sing it in the future.
The officials of the Great Tang fell silent, and the atmosphere in the Yonghe Palace was quiet.
No one had a mocking smile on their faces, and no one was looking at Ying Che with hostility or scrutiny.
Because this was a beautiful poem!
Even if they used the strictest standards to look at this poem, it was difficult to find anything to nitpick on.
Even though it was a bit exaggerated to say that it could suppress the Great Tang, this poem was definitely the best of the best. It was far better than the poems of Wang, Yang, Lu, and Luo. It had described the atmosphere of the Great Tang through the ages.
"This poem is beautiful and peerless. It has washed away all the lead and beauty. Young Master Ying Che is extremely talented!”
After listening to Shang Xiufang's recitation, Wang Bo, Luo Binwang, and the others congratulated Ying Che and felt admiration in their hearts.
There was no number one in literature. Even though they didn't agree that Ying Che's poems could dominate the Great Tang, this poem was indeed much better than theirs.
The Tang were proud, but they did not lack the magnanimity to acknowledge others.
"Is this his talent?"
Li Lizhi was shocked. She had never thought that Ying Che could write such a beautiful poem that could completely describe the Great Tang.
Such talent was enough to amaze the world. After tonight, perhaps even a child would be able to recite Ying Che's poems in the streets of the Great Tang.
Ying Che's name would spread throughout the countries and shake the world!
Was this really the last noble on the Noble Ranking?
Looking at Ying Che, countless Great Tang officials cried out in their hearts that this was impossible.
None of the Nobles in the top three or top ten of the Great Tang had such astonishing talent as Ying Che.
However, Ying Che was ranked last on the Noble Ranking.
The Noble Ranking was fake!
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