Today, when literature is gorgeous like summer flowers, it seems out of place to sit at a desk and open a thick book of Song Ci and miss a man named Liu Yong. But Liu Yong always inadvertently walked out of the pages I opened, rolled up his wide sleeves with one hand and splashed ink with the other, condensing the aura between heaven and earth into pearls, embedding them in my dreams and lingering.
Liu Yong's luck lies in being born at the right time. In the Song Dynasty, poetry was just like the gorgeous clothes worn by women, and there was no more noise in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Readers need to change their tastes. Literati who can pick up a pen and sing a few words also need to change their ideas and style of writing. The rhythm of words is better than the poems written by Festus, and it is also suitable for singing. In fact, it is born for singing. Thanks to Song Renzong, Liu Yong, a talented young scholar, didn't have a smooth career, so we had the honor to read Yulin Ridge and Klang Ganzhou today.
Liu Yong, who created graceful and restrained school, should be the children of the Eight Banners we often see in TV soap operas, right? I was full of food and drink, and walked around at a leisurely pace. Fortunately, this scholar doesn't walk the birds, but just likes to stroll in the grass-roots streets and wander in the pink brothel. It is not important to observe the situation or have fun. What's important is that when he didn't try to anesthetize himself, he turned the little ink curve he had poured into his stomach for ten years into lyrics. A thousand years ago, Liu Yong certainly didn't think that graffiti under frustration would bring him fame. He just kept sighing about the lives of ordinary people and complaining about his unfortunate career, that's all. Such chants and complaints are set to music and played by singers. Who knew it was so popular? We don't know whether it swept the country overnight, but when an official who observed Xixia returned to Beijing, he personally said to the emperor, "Wherever there is well water to drink, you can sing Liu Ci." This Xixia official wants to have no behind-the-scenes deal with ordinary Liu Yong. No packaging, no flattery, with the ink in my stomach, I worked hard word by word and won the treatment of "I can sing willow words if I have a well". Liu Yong really deserves our modern people to study hard.
"Even with all kinds of amorous feelings, who can I talk to ..." (Yu Lin Ling) Liu Yong went to Shili Pavilion and took his friend's hand and sobbed. It's not manly to be drunk and still immersed in love with children, is it? But who knows that Liu Yong, who can't flatter, is not touching the scene and crying about his ill-fated career? Let's cry a few times. In the feudal dynasty, where the emperor dominated everything and the people were hard to argue, you can expect all literati to hold pens in one hand and wield combat knives in the other, just like Xin Qiji. "Golden Goma iron, swallowing Wan Li like a tiger?"
Someone commented on Liu Yong's ci: "The style of his ci is not high, but the melody is harmonious and graceful, the meaning is appropriate, the weather is calm, and the description of the song is perfect." Looking through a thick book of Song Ci, who can win this honor? Who else? Based on this, Liu Xiucai, as a graceful family member, is also worthy of putting him in our minds while eating cultural fast food like McDonald's and savoring it in our spare time.