Chapter 78
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As the top patron of the brothel and someone who has left Linglong Building with wonderful lines throughout the ages, Liu Jingzhuang, is like an owner figure of Linglong Building. From the moment he steps into Linglong Building, he is greeted with the highest standard of reception. Any girl that possesses a title excused themselves from their guests and came to salute Liu Jingzhuang. If Liu Jingzhuang asked them to stay for a while, they would naturally not go back. If Liu Jingzhuang did not speak, they could only leave a handkerchief and leave sadly.
According to the rules of the brothel, if the young man in the brothel is found and said to return the handkerchief, it is natural that the two of them will begin to meet privately.
The worldly mind is nothing but one gift and one return.
But strangely, those guests didn’t care, and also bowed to Liu Jingzhuang.
“I have seen the poem saint!”
“I have seen Liu Great Scholar!”
“I have seen Mr. Liu Qi!”
“I’ve seen Big Brother Liu!”
Greeting Liujing Zhuang with his various titles.
This is a brothel so it feels like an inspection!
Confucian Brothel, so terrifying!
Chen Luo is obviously also considered handsome, but at this time, he was completely blocked by Liu Jingzhuang’s light. As he followed behind him he did not attract attention at all.
…
”This is bad, my father is here!”
Liu Mengrui, who was eating pastries by the window on the second floor, choked and hurried into the house. Cheng Difei, who was preparing sweet brew, was startled, with her hands shaking, accidentally poured more wine than she intended, and instantly the whole room was overflowing with the aroma of wine.
”What should I do? Is he here to catch us?” Cheng Diefei looked terrified.
Liu Mengrui patted her chest, swallowed the choked pastry, and then waved her hand: “No, he came to play by himself. Let’s not go near the window. After listening to the song, slip through the back door. Don’t worry, it’s alright.”
Cheng Diefei looked at Liu Mengrui a little nervously, but there was no other way. She could only nod her head, but she was no longer in the mood to continue making sweet brew. She could only take out the “Daxuan People’s Daily” she carried with her from her sleeve and read it again.
…
”Liu Poem Saint, Liu Poem Saint…” The maid introduced Liu Jingzhuang and Chen Luo into the private room on the second floor, and a mama-san wearing gold and silver hurried over, “Liu Poem Saint, help!”
Seeing the mama-san, Liu Jingzhuang was about to introduce Chen Luo to her, but when he heard the words “help” from her, he frowned slightly: “Miss Han, what’s so serious?” After speaking, he also said to Chen Luo, “Xian Brother, this is Mrs. Han Sanniang, the owner of Linglong Building. Sanniang, this is my wise little brother, Chen.”
Han Sanniang glanced at Chen Luo and saw that he was a young man in his twenties. She just thought he was the son of a prince. She gave a blessing and said to Liu Jingzhuang, “Speaking of it, today should be a day of big rejoicing at my Linglong Tower. A few days ago, everyone’s new work “Flying Bird Song” was completed, and our Linglonglou won the bid against all the other brothels in Zhongjing, that’s how we were able to invite the Luo Dajia to come to our Linglong Tower to sing.”
”You evil woman!” Liu Jingzhuang pointed at Han Sanniang and scolded with a smile, “Such a good thing, you didn’t even notify me!”
Immediately, Liu Jingzhuang turned his head and explained to Chen Luo: “This Luo family, named Luo Huanu, was born from an affair between a musician in the palace and a pianist. She has a natural sense of music, her voice is like a yellow warbler, her dance is like a flying swallow, and she plays and sings. She is perfect in everything. At the age of fourteen, she made a song called “Falling Flowers” which entered Confucianism with music, and now it has only been ten years and he has already become a master of music, that’s why he is called Luo Dajia.”
Chen Luo’s heart moved: “Genius musical girl?”
In the previous life, Chen Luo’s grandmother was an actor in the Kunqu Opera Troupe in the county seat, and she was also the most popular Zhengdan in Tsing Yi. So for those who can sing songs, Chen Luo feels kindness in his heart towards them without any reason.
”Oh my Poem Saint Benefactor Lord…” Seeing Liu Jingzhuang and Chen Luo chatting intensely, Han Sanniang interrupted Liu Jingzhuang half coquettishly and half angrily, “Listen to the old lady.”
”Okay, okay!” Liu Jingzhuang, who has never been a great scholar, nodded quickly, “This is obviously a good thing, why are you asking for help? Tell me…”
Han Sanniang sighed heavily: “The people from the Fuci Club are here too…”
Liu Jingzhuang was stunned when he heard this,
Then he helped his forehead helplessly: “The situation is bad now.” Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at – “ ”
Han Sanniang had a pleading look on her face: “You old man is a master in the field of poetry, and you are highly respected. If there is any disagreement later, I hope you can make a difference. If there is really a problem with Luo Dajia’s song this time, our Linglong Tower’s reputation will be blown away like the autumn leaves with a gust of wind—all clean!”
”This… this old man should do his best.” Liu Jingzhuang gave a wry smile.
Seeing this, Han Sanniang knew that this was also the limit of Liu Jingzhuang’s promise, and after another blessing, she thanked him again and again, and then slowly exited the elegant room.
It is only at this moment that Chen Luo asked with a frightened expression: “Brother Liu, what kind of organization is the Fuci Club? Why do you and Han Sanniang look like you are facing a big enemy?”
Liu Jingzhuang poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, and then sighed: “It’s a long story…”
…
”Brother Qian, today is the debut of the new work “Flying Bird Song”, I must refute it, I hope Brother Qian will not pity some beauty!”
”Brother Tang, am I, Qian Erkang, that kind of anxious person? Even if Luo Hongnu is stunning, how can I, Qian, be merciful in the face of the difference between words and music?”
”Brother Erkang said exactly what he said. The style of writing is declining, and people’s hearts are not ancient. We are waiting for poetry and respectful words, which is the right way. How can rural folk songs deserve to be elegant! That Luo prodigal must be defeated!”
”Okay, after the first battle today, Linglong Building will not be able to stand up any longer. We can just transfer to Chuanshang Building later, and I will take care of the expenses, Zhao Yougan!”
”Brother Zhao Wen is magnanimous, come here, drink this full cup!”
…
In the private room on the second floor.
”The difference between Ci and Qu?” Chen Luo was puzzled.
Liu Jingzhuang nodded and explained: “My dear brother, listen to me. The style of poetry in the previous dynasty was at its peak, and in this dynasty, the style of poetry has risen again. The so-called ci is a different form of poetry, also known as poem. Ci has its own tones, which is also called the tone of the poem. There are regulations on the total number of sentences, the number of sentences, the number of words in each sentence, and the flatness of the different words and tones. Tones are essential.”
”So, writing lyrics is also called filling in lyrics by rhyme!”
”However, the Qu is different. Although Qu also has its own tunes, it can be used to complement the words. The tone of the poem solidly determines the number of words in each sentence, but the Qu tunes can add or subtract the number of words at will according to the author’s intention, which is undoubtedly a lot more free.”
”Secondly, the rhyme used in poems and Qu is different. Qu can be flat, it can also be heavy, however Ci cannot be both.”
”Finally, Ci uses words that are mostly elegant, on the other hand, the words used in Qu are colloquial words. For example, you and me, this room, that room…”
”Because both of them are singing, therefore, the literary world is making a comparison between poems and songs, which is really becoming a heated battle between the refined and the popular.”
”The Fu Ci Club is a staunch supporter of elegant poems and regards the popular song as heresy. That’s why Han Sanniang has such a headache.”
”Can’t you just drive them away?” Chen Luo asked.
Liu Jingzhuang shook his head slightly: “This is a dispute in the literary world, why should violence be used? Isn’t it true!”
”What about you?” Chen Luo continued to ask, “Is Brother Liu standing in the Ci Party or the Qu Party?”
Liu Jingzhuang was stunned for a moment, chuckled lightly, and said, “If it were twenty years ago, I would have been the backbone of the Fu Ci Club. But today, I myself tend to Qu.”
”After all, Ci can be lyrical and can describe scenes, but they can’t remember events. Qu can be all three.”
”The tune of the word should be sad but not happy, the tune should be dignified but not harmonious. However, Qu can be both.”
”In the final analysis, the Ci and Qu are not enemies, they are brothers, but they broke the blood of the battle between the refined and the common, and they did not conform to the old man’s wishes.”
Chen Luo nodded slightly, listening to what Liu Jingzhuang said, it was similar to Song Ci and Yuan music.
But the difference between Ci and Qu is equal to the battle between elegance and popularity.
Whoever said that knows not the elegance of Qu!
”Withered vines, old trees, dim crows, small bridges, and flowing water…” A song of Qiu Si wrote and became popular all over the world!
”The peaks and mountains are like gatherings, the waves are like fury, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road…” The nostalgic color of this song is strong, which means gloomy.
and many more!
Chen Luo’s mind was shocked. In this world, all Qu songs seem to be still in the stage of folk Qu.
There are very few excerpt Qu with real artistic achievements.
”This wave…”
Chen Luo was thinking about the matter of electricity, and the drums were tapped outside the room, Luo Hongnu was about to appear…
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As the top patron of the brothel and someone who has left Linglong Building with wonderful lines throughout the ages, Liu Jingzhuang, is like an owner figure of Linglong Building. From the moment he steps into Linglong Building, he is greeted with the highest standard of reception. Any girl that possesses a title excused themselves from their guests and came to salute Liu Jingzhuang. If Liu Jingzhuang asked them to stay for a while, they would naturally not go back. If Liu Jingzhuang did not speak, they could only leave a handkerchief and leave sadly.
According to the rules of the brothel, if the young man in the brothel is found and said to return the handkerchief, it is natural that the two of them will begin to meet privately.
The worldly mind is nothing but one gift and one return.
But strangely, those guests didn’t care, and also bowed to Liu Jingzhuang.
“I have seen the poem saint!”
“I have seen Liu Great Scholar!”
“I have seen Mr. Liu Qi!”
“I’ve seen Big Brother Liu!”
Greeting Liujing Zhuang with his various titles.
This is a brothel so it feels like an inspection!
Confucian Brothel, so terrifying!
Chen Luo is obviously also considered handsome, but at this time, he was completely blocked by Liu Jingzhuang’s light. As he followed behind him he did not attract attention at all.
…
”This is bad, my father is here!”
Liu Mengrui, who was eating pastries by the window on the second floor, choked and hurried into the house. Cheng Difei, who was preparing sweet brew, was startled, with her hands shaking, accidentally poured more wine than she intended, and instantly the whole room was overflowing with the aroma of wine.
”What should I do? Is he here to catch us?” Cheng Diefei looked terrified.
Liu Mengrui patted her chest, swallowed the choked pastry, and then waved her hand: “No, he came to play by himself. Let’s not go near the window. After listening to the song, slip through the back door. Don’t worry, it’s alright.”
Cheng Diefei looked at Liu Mengrui a little nervously, but there was no other way. She could only nod her head, but she was no longer in the mood to continue making sweet brew. She could only take out the “Daxuan People’s Daily” she carried with her from her sleeve and read it again.
…
”Liu Poem Saint, Liu Poem Saint…” The maid introduced Liu Jingzhuang and Chen Luo into the private room on the second floor, and a mama-san wearing gold and silver hurried over, “Liu Poem Saint, help!”
Seeing the mama-san, Liu Jingzhuang was about to introduce Chen Luo to her, but when he heard the words “help” from her, he frowned slightly: “Miss Han, what’s so serious?” After speaking, he also said to Chen Luo, “Xian Brother, this is Mrs. Han Sanniang, the owner of Linglong Building. Sanniang, this is my wise little brother, Chen.”
Han Sanniang glanced at Chen Luo and saw that he was a young man in his twenties. She just thought he was the son of a prince. She gave a blessing and said to Liu Jingzhuang, “Speaking of it, today should be a day of big rejoicing at my Linglong Tower. A few days ago, everyone’s new work “Flying Bird Song” was completed, and our Linglonglou won the bid against all the other brothels in Zhongjing, that’s how we were able to invite the Luo Dajia to come to our Linglong Tower to sing.”
”You evil woman!” Liu Jingzhuang pointed at Han Sanniang and scolded with a smile, “Such a good thing, you didn’t even notify me!”
Immediately, Liu Jingzhuang turned his head and explained to Chen Luo: “This Luo family, named Luo Huanu, was born from an affair between a musician in the palace and a pianist. She has a natural sense of music, her voice is like a yellow warbler, her dance is like a flying swallow, and she plays and sings. She is perfect in everything. At the age of fourteen, she made a song called “Falling Flowers” which entered Confucianism with music, and now it has only been ten years and he has already become a master of music, that’s why he is called Luo Dajia.”
Chen Luo’s heart moved: “Genius musical girl?”
In the previous life, Chen Luo’s grandmother was an actor in the Kunqu Opera Troupe in the county seat, and she was also the most popular Zhengdan in Tsing Yi. So for those who can sing songs, Chen Luo feels kindness in his heart towards them without any reason.
”Oh my Poem Saint Benefactor Lord…” Seeing Liu Jingzhuang and Chen Luo chatting intensely, Han Sanniang interrupted Liu Jingzhuang half coquettishly and half angrily, “Listen to the old lady.”
”Okay, okay!” Liu Jingzhuang, who has never been a great scholar, nodded quickly, “This is obviously a good thing, why are you asking for help? Tell me…”
Han Sanniang sighed heavily: “The people from the Fuci Club are here too…”
Liu Jingzhuang was stunned when he heard this,
Then he helped his forehead helplessly: “The situation is bad now.” Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at – “ ”
Han Sanniang had a pleading look on her face: “You old man is a master in the field of poetry, and you are highly respected. If there is any disagreement later, I hope you can make a difference. If there is really a problem with Luo Dajia’s song this time, our Linglong Tower’s reputation will be blown away like the autumn leaves with a gust of wind—all clean!”
”This… this old man should do his best.” Liu Jingzhuang gave a wry smile.
Seeing this, Han Sanniang knew that this was also the limit of Liu Jingzhuang’s promise, and after another blessing, she thanked him again and again, and then slowly exited the elegant room.
It is only at this moment that Chen Luo asked with a frightened expression: “Brother Liu, what kind of organization is the Fuci Club? Why do you and Han Sanniang look like you are facing a big enemy?”
Liu Jingzhuang poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, and then sighed: “It’s a long story…”
…
”Brother Qian, today is the debut of the new work “Flying Bird Song”, I must refute it, I hope Brother Qian will not pity some beauty!”
”Brother Tang, am I, Qian Erkang, that kind of anxious person? Even if Luo Hongnu is stunning, how can I, Qian, be merciful in the face of the difference between words and music?”
”Brother Erkang said exactly what he said. The style of writing is declining, and people’s hearts are not ancient. We are waiting for poetry and respectful words, which is the right way. How can rural folk songs deserve to be elegant! That Luo prodigal must be defeated!”
”Okay, after the first battle today, Linglong Building will not be able to stand up any longer. We can just transfer to Chuanshang Building later, and I will take care of the expenses, Zhao Yougan!”
”Brother Zhao Wen is magnanimous, come here, drink this full cup!”
…
In the private room on the second floor.
”The difference between Ci and Qu?” Chen Luo was puzzled.
Liu Jingzhuang nodded and explained: “My dear brother, listen to me. The style of poetry in the previous dynasty was at its peak, and in this dynasty, the style of poetry has risen again. The so-called ci is a different form of poetry, also known as poem. Ci has its own tones, which is also called the tone of the poem. There are regulations on the total number of sentences, the number of sentences, the number of words in each sentence, and the flatness of the different words and tones. Tones are essential.”
”So, writing lyrics is also called filling in lyrics by rhyme!”
”However, the Qu is different. Although Qu also has its own tunes, it can be used to complement the words. The tone of the poem solidly determines the number of words in each sentence, but the Qu tunes can add or subtract the number of words at will according to the author’s intention, which is undoubtedly a lot more free.”
”Secondly, the rhyme used in poems and Qu is different. Qu can be flat, it can also be heavy, however Ci cannot be both.”
”Finally, Ci uses words that are mostly elegant, on the other hand, the words used in Qu are colloquial words. For example, you and me, this room, that room…”
”Because both of them are singing, therefore, the literary world is making a comparison between poems and songs, which is really becoming a heated battle between the refined and the popular.”
”The Fu Ci Club is a staunch supporter of elegant poems and regards the popular song as heresy. That’s why Han Sanniang has such a headache.”
”Can’t you just drive them away?” Chen Luo asked.
Liu Jingzhuang shook his head slightly: “This is a dispute in the literary world, why should violence be used? Isn’t it true!”
”What about you?” Chen Luo continued to ask, “Is Brother Liu standing in the Ci Party or the Qu Party?”
Liu Jingzhuang was stunned for a moment, chuckled lightly, and said, “If it were twenty years ago, I would have been the backbone of the Fu Ci Club. But today, I myself tend to Qu.”
”After all, Ci can be lyrical and can describe scenes, but they can’t remember events. Qu can be all three.”
”The tune of the word should be sad but not happy, the tune should be dignified but not harmonious. However, Qu can be both.”
”In the final analysis, the Ci and Qu are not enemies, they are brothers, but they broke the blood of the battle between the refined and the common, and they did not conform to the old man’s wishes.”
Chen Luo nodded slightly, listening to what Liu Jingzhuang said, it was similar to Song Ci and Yuan music.
But the difference between Ci and Qu is equal to the battle between elegance and popularity.
Whoever said that knows not the elegance of Qu!
”Withered vines, old trees, dim crows, small bridges, and flowing water…” A song of Qiu Si wrote and became popular all over the world!
”The peaks and mountains are like gatherings, the waves are like fury, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road…” The nostalgic color of this song is strong, which means gloomy.
and many more!
Chen Luo’s mind was shocked. In this world, all Qu songs seem to be still in the stage of folk Qu.
There are very few excerpt Qu with real artistic achievements.
”This wave…”
Chen Luo was thinking about the matter of electricity, and the drums were tapped outside the room, Luo Hongnu was about to appear…
If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know or tag admin in comments so we can fix it as soon as possible.
As the top patron of the brothel and someone who has left Linglong Building with wonderful lines throughout the ages, Liu Jingzhuang, is like an owner figure of Linglong Building. From the moment he steps into Linglong Building, he is greeted with the highest standard of reception. Any girl that possesses a title excused themselves from their guests and came to salute Liu Jingzhuang. If Liu Jingzhuang asked them to stay for a while, they would naturally not go back. If Liu Jingzhuang did not speak, they could only leave a handkerchief and leave sadly.According to the rules of the brothel, if the young man in the brothel is found and said to return the handkerchief, it is natural that the two of them will begin to meet privately.The worldly mind is nothing but one gift and one return.But strangely, those guests didn't care, and also bowed to Liu Jingzhuang.I have seen the poem saint!I have seen Liu Great Scholar!I have seen Mr. Liu Qi!I've seen Big Brother Liu!Greeting Liujing Zhuang with his various titles.This is a brothel so it feels like an inspection!Confucian Brothel, so terrifying!Chen Luo is obviously also considered handsome, but at this time, he was completely blocked by Liu Jingzhuang's light. As he followed behind him he did not attract attention at all.This is bad, my father is here!Liu Mengrui, who was eating pastries by the window on the second floor, choked and hurried into the house. Cheng Difei, who was preparing sweet brew, was startled, with her hands shaking, accidentally poured more wine than she intended, and instantly the whole room was overflowing with the aroma of wine.What should I do? Is he here to catch us? Cheng Diefei looked terrified.Liu Mengrui patted her chest, swallowed the choked pastry, and then waved her hand: No, he came to play by himself. Let's not go near the window. After listening to the song, slip through the back door. Don't worry, it's alright.Cheng Diefei looked at Liu Mengrui a little nervously, but there was no other way. She could only nod her head, but she was no longer in the mood to continue making sweet brew. She could only take out the Daxuan People's Daily she carried with her from her sleeve and read it again.Liu Poem Saint, Liu Poem Saint The maid introduced Liu Jingzhuang and Chen Luo into the private room on the second floor, and a mama-san wearing gold and silver hurried over, Liu Poem Saint, help!Seeing the mama-san, Liu Jingzhuang was about to introduce Chen Luo to her, but when he heard the words help from her, he frowned slightly: Miss Han, what's so serious? After speaking, he also said to Chen Luo, Xian Brother, this is Mrs. Han Sanniang, the owner of Linglong Building. Sanniang, this is my wise little brother, Chen.Han Sanniang glanced at Chen Luo and saw that he was a young man in his twenties. She just thought he was the son of a prince. She gave a blessing and said to Liu Jingzhuang, Speaking of it, today should be a day of big rejoicing at my Linglong Tower. A few days ago, everyone's new work Flying Bird Song was completed, and our Linglonglou won the bid against all the other brothels in Zhongjing, that's how we were able to invite the Luo Dajia to come to our Linglong Tower to sing.You evil woman! Liu Jingzhuang pointed at Han Sanniang and scolded with a smile, Such a good thing, you didn't even notify me!Immediately, Liu Jingzhuang turned his head and explained to Chen Luo: This Luo family, named Luo Huanu, was born from an affair between a musician in the palace and a pianist. She has a natural sense of music, her voice is like a yellow warbler, her dance is like a flying swallow, and she plays and sings. She is perfect in everything. At the age of fourteen, she made a song called Falling Flowers which entered Confucianism with music, and now it has only been ten years and he has already become a master of music, that's why he is called Luo Dajia.Chen Luo's heart moved: Genius musical girl?In the previous life, Chen Luo's grandmother was an actor in the Kunqu Opera Troupe in the county seat, and she was also the most popular Zhengdan in Tsing Yi. So for those who can sing songs, Chen Luo feels kindness in his heart towards them without any reason.Oh my Poem Saint Benefactor Lord Seeing Liu Jingzhuang and Chen Luo chatting intensely, Han Sanniang interrupted Liu Jingzhuang half coquettishly and half angrily, Listen to the old lady.Okay, okay! Liu Jingzhuang, who has never been a great scholar, nodded quickly, This is obviously a good thing, why are you asking for help? Tell meHan Sanniang sighed heavily: The people from the Fuci Club are here tooLiu Jingzhuang was stunned when he heard this,Then he helped his forehead helplessly: The situation is bad now. Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at Han Sanniang had a pleading look on her face: You old man is a master in the field of poetry, and you are highly respected. If there is any disagreement later, I hope you can make a difference. If there is really a problem with Luo Dajia's song this time, our Linglong Tower's reputation will be blown away like the autumn leaves with a gust of windall clean!This this old man should do his best. Liu Jingzhuang gave a wry smile.Seeing this, Han Sanniang knew that this was also the limit of Liu Jingzhuang's promise, and after another blessing, she thanked him again and again, and then slowly exited the elegant room.It is only at this moment that Chen Luo asked with a frightened expression: Brother Liu, what kind of organization is the Fuci Club? Why do you and Han Sanniang look like you are facing a big enemy?Liu Jingzhuang poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, and then sighed: It's a long storyBrother Qian, today is the debut of the new work Flying Bird Song, I must refute it, I hope Brother Qian will not pity some beauty!Brother Tang, am I, Qian Erkang, that kind of anxious person? Even if Luo Hongnu is stunning, how can I, Qian, be merciful in the face of the difference between words and music?Brother Erkang said exactly what he said. The style of writing is declining, and people's hearts are not ancient. We are waiting for poetry and respectful words, which is the right way. How can rural folk songs deserve to be elegant! That Luo prodigal must be defeated!Okay, after the first battle today, Linglong Building will not be able to stand up any longer. We can just transfer to Chuanshang Building later, and I will take care of the expenses, Zhao Yougan!Brother Zhao Wen is magnanimous, come here, drink this full cup!In the private room on the second floor.The difference between Ci and Qu? Chen Luo was puzzled.Liu Jingzhuang nodded and explained: My dear brother, listen to me. The style of poetry in the previous dynasty was at its peak, and in this dynasty, the style of poetry has risen again. The so-called ci is a different form of poetry, also known as poem. Ci has its own tones, which is also called the tone of the poem. There are regulations on the total number of sentences, the number of sentences, the number of words in each sentence, and the flatness of the different words and tones. Tones are essential.So, writing lyrics is also called filling in lyrics by rhyme!However, the Qu is different. Although Qu also has its own tunes, it can be used to complement the words. The tone of the poem solidly determines the number of words in each sentence, but the Qu tunes can add or subtract the number of words at will according to the author's intention, which is undoubtedly a lot more free.Secondly, the rhyme used in poems and Qu is different. Qu can be flat, it can also be heavy, however Ci cannot be both.Finally, Ci uses words that are mostly elegant, on the other hand, the words used in Qu are colloquial words. For example, you and me, this room, that roomBecause both of them are singing, therefore, the literary world is making a comparison between poems and songs, which is really becoming a heated battle between the refined and the popular.The Fu Ci Club is a staunch supporter of elegant poems and regards the popular song as heresy. That's why Han Sanniang has such a headache.Can't you just drive them away? Chen Luo asked.Liu Jingzhuang shook his head slightly: This is a dispute in the literary world, why should violence be used? Isn't it true!What about you? Chen Luo continued to ask, Is Brother Liu standing in the Ci Party or the Qu Party?Liu Jingzhuang was stunned for a moment, chuckled lightly, and said, If it were twenty years ago, I would have been the backbone of the Fu Ci Club. But today, I myself tend to Qu.After all, Ci can be lyrical and can describe scenes, but they can't remember events. Qu can be all three.The tune of the word should be sad but not happy, the tune should be dignified but not harmonious. However, Qu can be both.In the final analysis, the Ci and Qu are not enemies, they are brothers, but they broke the blood of the battle between the refined and the common, and they did not conform to the old man's wishes.Chen Luo nodded slightly, listening to what Liu Jingzhuang said, it was similar to Song Ci and Yuan music.But the difference between Ci and Qu is equal to the battle between elegance and popularity.Whoever said that knows not the elegance of Qu!Withered vines, old trees, dim crows, small bridges, and flowing water A song of Qiu Si wrote and became popular all over the world!The peaks and mountains are like gatherings, the waves are like fury, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road The nostalgic color of this song is strong, which means gloomy.and many more!Chen Luo's mind was shocked. In this world, all Qu songs seem to be still in the stage of folk Qu.There are very few excerpt Qu with real artistic achievements.This waveChen Luo was thinking about the matter of electricity, and the drums were tapped outside the room, Luo Hongnu was about to appearIf you find any errors broken links, non-standard content, etc.. , Please let us know or tag admin in comments so we can fix it as soon as possible.
