Chapter 329

【Bullet Comment · Three Kingdoms · Zhuge Liang】

I look at this poem and find an interesting place—"The brocade zither has fifty strings for no reason."

The brocade zither originally only has twenty-five strings, why say fifty?

Because of broken strings? Or because of something else?

This itself carries an asymmetrical beauty.

【Bullet Comment · Three Kingdoms · Liu Bei】

Kongming, the point you're focusing on is indeed... um... very unique.

【Bullet Comment · Three Kingdoms · Sima Yi】

Brother Liang is still so fond of pondering details.

As soon as Sima Yi's bullet comment came out, the Three Kingdoms plane became lively—

【Bullet Comment · Three Kingdoms · Zhuge Liang】: Brother Zhongda is also watching?

【Bullet Comment · Three Kingdoms · Sima Yi】: It would be a pity not to watch such a good poem.

【Bullet Comment · Three Kingdoms · Cao Cao】: You two stop spamming, I still want to watch the poem!

Gu Shanhe looked at these bullet comments and almost laughed out loud.

The Three Kingdoms' first enemies—Zhuge Liang and Sima Yi, actually interacted on the sky screen.

This scene was even more exciting than the poem itself.

The scene on the sky screen changed again.

This time, it was not Li Shangyin alone, but a woman standing in the courtyard.

The moonlight shone on her, she seemed to be waiting for someone, but that person never came.

The scene switched,

Li Shangyin was in another place, looking at the same moon, picking up his pen to write a poem.

【Peak of Untitled Poetry · "Untitled · Meeting is difficult and parting is also difficult"

Meeting is difficult and parting is also difficult, the east wind has no strength and the hundred flowers are withered.

The spring silkworm will not stop spinning until it dies, the candle will not dry until it turns to ash.

In the morning mirror, I only worry about the change of my hair, at night I should feel the moonlight is cold.

The distance to Pengshan is not far, the blue bird should diligently explore and look.】

When this poem came out, the hall was completely quiet.

Not because they didn't understand, but on the contrary, everyone understood this time—

This is a poem about parting, about missing, about love that never wavers until death.

And, it was written too well.

"The spring silkworm will not stop spinning until it dies, the candle will not dry until it turns to ash."

Liu Xiu whispered these two lines, then let out a long sigh.

"These two lines bring the four words 'never wavering until death' to life."

Liu Che nodded: "The spring silkworm spins silk, stopping only when it dies; the candle sheds tears, drying only when it burns to ash."

"Using these two images to compare love is simply a stroke of genius."

Liu Bang rarely didn't have a playful face, reading it seriously,

"'Meeting is difficult and parting is also difficult'—meeting is difficult because it's not easy to meet; parting is even more difficult because one is reluctant."

"This contradictory mood, when I was young... um... I had it."

Liu Che looked at Liu Bang, wanting to ask but stopping.

He really wanted to ask "How many 'had it' did Your Majesty Gaozu have when you were young," but thought about it and held back.

Li Shimin laughed: "I actually think that although this poem is about love, it's not entirely about love."

"'The spring silkworm will not stop spinning until it dies'—can also be understood as a person's ideals, beliefs, responsibilities, which will not be given up until death."

"Just like what Lu You wrote on his deathbed 'On the day the royal army recovers the Central Plains', it is also a kind of 'silk will not stop'."

Wei Zheng's eyes lit up: "Your Majesty's interpretation is very clever."

"The charm of poetry lies here—different people read it and can read different things."

Fang Xuanling added: "I noticed, 'the east wind has no strength and the hundred flowers are withered'—spring is about to pass, the east wind has no strength, and the hundred flowers begin to wither."

"This is writing about scenery, and also writing about emotion. Using the decay of the environment to set off the desolation of parting is a very high technique."

Du Ruhui said: "The last two lines—'The distance to Pengshan is not far, the blue bird should diligently explore and look'."

"Pengshan is a fairy mountain, the blue bird is a fairy bird. He compares the person he misses to a fairy living on a fairy mountain, and he can only let the blue bird go to visit."

"This is both realistic and imaginary, combining reality and imagination, with a distant artistic conception."

Ying Zheng was silent for a long time, then suddenly spoke: "'The candle will not dry until it turns to ash'—I thought of the people who died of exhaustion when building the Great Wall."

The atmosphere in the hall stalled.

Gu Shanhe hurriedly said: "Your Majesty First Emperor, the original meaning of this poem is to compare the steadfastness of love, but your interpretation... is not impossible."

Ying Zheng nodded and said no more.

On the sky screen, the bullet comments were a climax—

【Bullet Comment · Tang Dynasty Netizen】

"The spring silkworm will not stop spinning until it dies, the candle will not dry until it turns to ash"—these two lines can be deified.

【Bullet Comment · Song Dynasty Netizen】

Li Shangyin's untitled poems are all masterpieces.

【Bullet Comment · Ming Dynasty Netizen】

Meeting is difficult and parting is also difficult... I can feel the pain across the screen.

【Bullet Comment · Modern Netizen】

These two lines of poetry have been used to death, but only when you truly understand them do you know how heavy their weight is.

【Bullet Comment · Three Kingdoms · Cao Pi】

The spring silkworm will not stop spinning until it dies... this metaphor, I've seen it for the first time.

Excellent.

【Bullet Comment · Three Kingdoms · Cao Zhi】

Brother is right.

Li Shangyin's most amazing point is using the most ordinary images to write the most profound emotions.

【Bullet Comment · Three Kingdoms · Zhen Mi】

(Suspected of being too moved to speak)

【Bullet Comment · Three Kingdoms · Guo Jia】

Fengxiao looks at this poem and feels that this Li Shangyin must be a lovesick person.

【Bullet Comment · Three Kingdoms · Xun Yu】

Wenruo feels the same.

There are few people in history who can write love poems to this extent.

Gu Shanhe looked at Zhen Mi's bullet comment and laughed secretly—

Cao Pi's wife was moved; the charm of this poem indeed crossed time and space.

Immediately after, the sky screen displayed another untitled poem—

【"Untitled · Last night's stars and last night's wind"

Last night's stars and last night's wind, west of the painted building and east of the laurel hall.

The body has no colorful phoenix with wings to fly together, the heart has a rhinoceros horn that communicates at a point.

Across the seat, the hook-sending spring wine is warm, dividing the teams to shoot and cover the candle lamp is red.

Alas, I hear the drum and should go to the official office, riding a horse to the Lanting terrace like a rolling tumbleweed.】

"The body has no colorful phoenix with wings to fly together, the heart has a rhinoceros horn that communicates at a point."

Liu Che recited these two lines and nodded repeatedly, "Good! These two lines are also good!"

"Although one cannot grow wings like a colorful phoenix to fly to the other side, there is a rhinoceros horn in the heart that communicates at a point. This is writing about spiritual fit."

Liu Xiu said: "'Body has no' and 'heart has', one real and one imaginary, the contrast is strong."

"The body is bound by reality, but the spirit can transcend distance."

"This way of writing is very high-level."

Li Shimin savored it for a moment, then suddenly laughed,

"I noticed that the beginning of this poem is 'Last night's stars and last night's wind', and the end is 'riding a horse to the Lanting terrace like a rolling tumbleweed'."

"He starts from the beautiful memories of last night and writes to the reality of the day—having to rush to the official office to work, drifting like a tumbleweed."

"This gap from beauty to reality is the norm of life."

Wei Zheng sighed: "Beautiful times are always short, and reality is always cruel."

"Li Shangyin wrote all this into his poems, making people substitute their own experiences while reading."

Liu Bang suddenly said: "I actually think that since this Li Shangyin writes love poems so well, is it because his own love life is very rich?"

Gu Shanhe smiled and shook his head: "Your Majesty Gaozu, on the contrary, Li Shangyin's love life is very dedicated."

"He only loved a few people in his life—his first love, his wife, and some objects of longing that are unclear."

"The reason he can write such love poems is not because he is experienced, but because he is emotionally delicate and can amplify and deepen a little feeling, writing it into famous lines of the ages."

Liu Che nodded: "That's true."

"A truly good poem is not piled up by experience, but by the sensitivity of the soul."