我的征尘是星辰大海。。。
The dirt and dust from my pilgrimage forms oceans of stars...
-------当记忆的篇章变得零碎，当追忆的图片变得模糊，我们只能求助于数字存储的永恒的回忆
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第三章，画前斗诗，鹧鸪天，修订版。 第三日，青堂展开秋江待渡图，水墨淋漓间，孤舟泊岸，柳影摇江。 他先填了却，鹧鸪天起题。 笔底秋江锁客愁，孤帆望断水悠悠。 平前谁解丹青意，是把青词赋碧流。 赵公子的消息率先炸开，带着精粉特效，我来解。 这孤天，柳岸孤舟泊前滩。 画师笔底有清欢。 饼中若得佳人笑，不羡鸳鸯不羡仙。 金满籝，玉为贶。 展眼乞丐人皆谤。 正叹他人命不长，那知自己归来丧！训有方，保不定日后作强梁。 择膏粱，谁承望流落在烟花巷！因嫌纱帽小，致使锁枷杠，昨怜破袄寒，今嫌紫蟒长。 乱烘烘你方唱罢我登场，反认他乡是故乡。 甚荒唐，到头来都是为他人作嫁衣裳！公子豪情胜画间，火箭飞处起波澜。 同舟未必皆春酒，也有清欢在浅滩。 金满籝，玉满籝，且将雅趣共君看。 丹青不解浮名事，只记真心过远山。 赵公子看的眉开眼笑，又刷了10个火箭，还是堂堂懂话。 王总紧随其后，一阙鹧鸪天透着练达。 秋江寒月隐渐沉，孤照细听待客临。 千金难买心头印，一顾偏牵眼底深。 人未语，意先迎。 若容同渡不虚名。 江湖路远风波恶，愿做舟前护浪人。 青堂望着画中带渡二字，指尖点过水面波纹，和了却这孤天。 秋江浮月照归人，孤棹泊烟候客迎。 厚礼已存心上印，清言更抵意终身。 舟共度，本非轻，何必相逢便问名。 风波纵有千层浪，自有同心作渡程。 王总见他既接了同舟的意，又以同心做渡城回应护狼人，眼底笑意更浓。 立刻刷了30个火箭，弹幕里王总董卫，唱贺得妙的赞叹刷屏。 林艳秋望着画中孤舟，想起自己挤在城中村的日子，敲出一阕鹧鸪天。 留影摇江送晚愁，孤舟系岸待潮头。 空怀济世千行泪，难破樊笼一段忧。 人俗扰，意难休，痴心指向画中求。 何时得遇同舟客，共泛烟波醉晚秋。 青堂念到共泛烟波醉晚秋时，指尖在画中舟楫上顿了顿，抬笔续道，客愁岸锁画中舟，孤棹横江意未休。 俗言只贪舟上几，谁怜舟畔水长流。 风未定，浪难收。 痴心暗向自间愁。 若逢同解丹青意，不叹江湖独自游。 赵公子见他对林艳秋的词用了同解丹青意，不服气的填了首七绝。 画中孤舟空自愁，不如随我上高楼。 笙歌夜夜陪佳酿，何用痴心向画求。 清棠回了首七绝，语气带了几分调侃。 高楼虽有笙歌绕，不及江风送远舟。 公子若知画中意，也应怜此一分愁。 赵公子被他逗笑，又刷了5个火箭，丑也好看。 王总也续了首七绝，丹青虽妙难保富，金珠才是渡人舟。 小棠若识其中味，莫对空将枉凝眸。 清塘和了首七绝，画中江水分清浊，世事何尝不是舟。 金珠能渡生涯苦，轻聚能消一里愁。 直播关了，林艳秋把满纸诗词叠在一处，清塘的词像画中的摆渡人，既接得住赵王的金珠舟。 又为他的痴心舟留了岸。 这一来一往间，倒让这直播间成了能容下雅俗的江湖。 他摸出那张写着共泛烟波的草稿，忽然觉得明天的话该有新的意趣了。 第四章，琵琶豆词，临江仙，修订版。 第四日，清塘抱琵琶坐定，未等调音，先填了却临江仙起兴。 弦底流音藏旧绪，指尖犹带寒星。 屏前谁解此中情。 一弹风欲静，再拨月偏明。 尾句刚落，赵公子的词就裹着火箭特效冲了进来。 临江仙听瓶中雨，玉指拨弦声哽咽，似含无限痴情。 瓶前听得意难平，千金抛作耳，只盼美人迎。 莫对书生空腹笑，荣华才是前程。 今宵共饮合欢酒，管他弦上语，醉里任卿卿。 30个火箭炸开的光，映得青堂怀里的琵琶都泛了亮。 轻弹指尖在弦上轻挑，笑着回了鹊临江仙。 公子豪情如烈火，火箭飞楚峡生。 弦中未必尽痴情，一弹飞为尔，再播是心声。 赵公子看得乐乐，又刷了10个火箭，只要是糖糖的心声，我都听。 王总的词紧随其后，带这些江湖气的恳切。 临江仙，山海浮沉经岁酒，归来偏爱弦声。 屏中倩影动真情，金珠虽易得，知己最难逢。 不羡书生吟雅句，愿凭薄礼表初衷。 若能换得一回同，琵琶休再弹，弦笑对烛花红。 清塘菠萝串梵音，和柳雀临江仙。 莫叹江湖知己少，丙钱也算相逢。 金珠好意记心中，弦声非为业，只为诉情衷。 王总见他回应，立刻刷了20个火箭，弹幕里王总通透的赞叹刷屏。 林艳秋听着琵琶声里的涩，像摸到了自己投稿被拒时的疼。 敲出一阕临江仙，弦底流莺藏哽咽，四言心事难平。 屏前俗语乱蝉鸣。 金珠堆作帐，遮了月分明。 我有清愁三万缕，无人能解平生。 幸逢君语破迷情，一弹还一鹤，胜饮十年成。 清塘念到一弹还一鹤，胜饮十年成时，琵琶声忽然转亮，像乌云裂了道缝，他弹 来笔续道，君解弦中藏哽咽，我知笔底痴情。 屏前俗语任他名。 金珠虽作障，难掩月分明。 不向朱门寻醉梦，独于墨里逢迎。 心辞一阕胜千觥。 何须谋一面，已是两心清。 赵公子见他对林艳秋用了两心倾，不服气的填了首七绝。 弦声怎比火箭响，失去空萦枉断肠。 我有良田千亩在，何愁佳人不伴旁。 青堂回了首七绝，语气带了几分温和的调侃。 良田千亩春风里，不及弦中一句真。 公子若知情色趣，也应怜此调中陈。 赵公子被他逗笑，又刷了5个火箭，调中陈也是香的。 王总也续了首七绝。 书生莫道才情贵，柴米油盐最是真。 我有华堂莲画阁，愿留一角待佳人。 清堂贺了首七绝。 华堂虽好少清言，不及饼中半句温。 若把朱门当画阁，纵无风雨也嫌喧。 直播关了，林艳秋把满纸诗词摊在桌上。 清塘的词像琵琶的弦，既绷得住赵王的金珠语，又弹得出与他的共鸣音。 这一来一往间，倒让这方寸屏幕成了能容下雅俗的戏台。 他摸出那张写着两星期的草稿，忽然觉得明天的小令该有更浓的意趣了。
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第三章，画前斗诗，鹧鸪天，修订版。 第三日，堂堂展开秋江待渡图，水墨淋漓间，孤舟泊岸，柳影摇江。 他先填了一阕鹧鸪天起题。 笔底秋江锁客愁，孤帆望断水悠悠。 屏前谁解丹青意，是把青词赋碧流。 赵公子的消息率先炸开，带着金粉特效，我来解。 鹧鸪天，柳岸孤舟泊前滩。 画师笔底有清欢。 屏中若得佳人笑，不羡鸳鸯不羡仙。 金满籝，玉为贶。 展眼乞丐人皆谤。 正叹他人命不长，那知自己归来丧！训有方，保不定日后作强梁。 择膏粱，谁承望流落在烟花巷！因嫌纱帽小，致使锁枷杠，昨怜破袄寒，今嫌紫蟒长。 乱烘烘你方唱罢我登场，反认他乡是故乡。 甚荒唐，到头来都是为他人作嫁衣裳！公子豪情胜画间，火箭飞处起波澜。 同舟未必皆春酒，也有清欢在浅滩。 金满籝，玉满籝，且将雅趣共君看。 丹青不解浮名事，只记真心过远山。 赵公子看的眉开眼笑，又刷了10个火箭，还是堂堂懂话。 王总紧随其后，一阕鹧鸪天透着练达。 秋江寒月渐西沉，孤棹闲停待客临。 千金难买心头印，一顾偏牵眼底深。 人未语，意先迎。 若容同渡不虚名。 江湖路远风波恶，愿做舟前护浪人。 堂堂望着画中待渡二字，指尖点过水面波纹，和了一阕鹧鸪天。 秋江浮月照归人，孤棹泊烟候客迎。 厚礼已存心上印，清言更抵意终身。 舟共度，本非轻，何必相逢便问名。 风波纵有千层浪，自有同心作渡程。 王总见他既接了同舟的意，又以同心做渡程回应护浪人，眼底笑意更浓。 立刻刷了30个火箭，弹幕里王总到位，唱和得妙的赞叹刷屏。 林艳秋望着画中孤舟，想起自己挤在城中村的日子，敲出一阕鹧鸪天。 柳影摇江送晚愁，孤舟系岸待潮头。 空怀济世千行泪，难破樊笼一段忧。 人俗扰，意难休，痴心指向画中求。 何时得遇同舟客，共泛烟波醉晚秋。 堂堂念到共泛烟波醉晚秋时，指尖在画中舟楫上顿了顿，抬笔续道，客愁岸锁画中舟，孤棹横江意未休。 俗言只贪舟上利，谁怜舟畔水长流。 风未定，浪难收。 痴心暗向世间愁。 若逢同解丹青意，不叹江湖独自游。 赵公子见他对林艳秋的词用了同解丹青意，不服气的填了首七绝。 画中孤舟空自愁，不如随我上高楼。 笙歌夜夜陪佳酿，何用痴心向画求。 堂堂回了首七绝，语气带了几分调侃。 高楼虽有笙歌绕，不及江风送远舟。 公子若知画中意，也应怜此一分愁。 赵公子被他逗笑，又刷了5个火箭，愁也好看。 王总也续了首七绝，丹青虽妙难保富，金珠才是渡人舟。 堂堂若识其中味，莫对空江枉凝眸。 堂堂和了首七绝，画中江水分清浊，世事何尝不是舟。 金珠能渡生涯苦，轻趣能消一世愁。 直播关了，林艳秋把满纸诗词叠在一处，堂堂的词像画中的摆渡人，既接得住赵王的金珠舟。 又为他的痴心舟留了岸。 这一来一往间，倒让这直播间成了能容下雅俗的江湖。 他摸出那张写着共泛烟波的草稿，忽然觉得明天的话该有新的意趣了。 第四章，琵琶斗词，临江仙，修订版。 第四日，堂堂抱琵琶坐定，未等调音，先填了一阕临江仙起兴。 弦底流音藏旧绪，指尖犹带寒星。 屏前谁解此中情。 一弹风欲静，再拨月偏明。 尾句刚落，赵公子的词就裹着火箭特效冲了进来。 临江仙，屏前听尔语，玉指拨弦声哽咽，似含无限痴情。 屏前听得意难平，千金轻一掷，只盼美人迎。 莫对书生空腹笑，荣华才是前程。 今宵共饮合欢酒，管他弦上语，醉里任卿卿。 30个火箭炸开的光，映得堂堂怀里的琵琶都泛了亮。 堂堂轻弹指尖在弦上轻挑，笑着回了一阕临江仙。 公子豪情如烈火，火箭飞处楚峡生。 弦中未必尽痴情，一弹专为尔，再拨是心声。 赵公子看得乐了，又刷了10个火箭，只要是堂堂的心声，我都听。 王总的词紧随其后，带着江湖气的恳切。 临江仙，山海浮沉经岁久，归来偏爱弦声。 屏中倩影动真情，金珠虽易得，知己最难逢。 不羡书生吟雅句，愿凭薄礼表初衷。 若能换得一相逢，琵琶休再弹，闲对烛花红。 堂堂拨罢弦音，和了一阕临江仙。 莫叹江湖知己少，萍水也算相逢。 金珠好意记心中，弦声非为利，只为诉情衷。 王总见他回应，立刻刷了20个火箭，弹幕里王总通透的赞叹刷屏。 林艳秋听着琵琶声里的涩，像摸到了自己投稿被拒时的疼。 敲出一阕临江仙，弦底流音藏哽咽，无限心事难平。 屏前俗语乱蝉鸣。 金珠堆作帐，遮了月分明。 我有清愁三万缕，无人能解平生。 幸逢君语破迷情，一弹还一和，胜却十年程。 堂堂念到一弹还一和，胜却十年程时，琵琶声忽然转亮，像乌云裂了道缝，他抬笔续道，君解弦中藏哽咽，我知笔底痴情。 屏前俗语任他评。 金珠虽作障，难掩月分明。 不向朱门寻醉梦，独于墨里逢迎。 心辞一阕胜千觥。 何须谋一面，已是两心倾。 赵公子见他对林艳秋用了两心倾，不服气的填了首七绝。 弦声怎比火箭响，虚去空萦枉断肠。 我有良田千亩在，何愁佳人不伴旁。 堂堂回了首七绝，语气带了几分温和的调侃。 良田千亩春风里，不及弦中一句真。 公子若知情色趣，也应怜此调中真。 赵公子被他逗笑，又刷了5个火箭，调中真也是香的。 王总也续了首七绝。 书生莫道才情贵，柴米油盐最是真。 我有华堂连画阁，愿留一角待佳人。 堂堂和了首七绝。 华堂虽好少清言，不及屏中半句温。 若把朱门当画阁，纵无风雨也嫌喧。 直播关了，林艳秋把满纸诗词摊在桌上。 堂堂的词像琵琶的弦，既绷得住赵王的金珠语，又弹得出与他的共鸣音。 这一来一往间，倒让这方寸屏幕成了能容下雅俗的戏台。 他摸出那张写着两心倾的草稿，忽然觉得明天的小令该有更浓的意趣了。
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Chapter 3: Poetry Contest Before the Painting, Partridge in the Sky, Revised Edition. On the third day, Tangtang unfolded the painting "Waiting to Cross the Autumn River," where ink and wash flowed freely—a lone boat moored at the shore, willow shadows swaying on the river. He first composed a "Partridge in the Sky" to set the theme: "The autumn river beneath my brush locks a traveler’s sorrow, A lone sail stretches into endless waters. Who before the screen can grasp the painter’s intent? I write my heartfelt verse into the emerald stream." Young Master Zhao’s message exploded first, with golden sparkle effects: "Let me interpret!" "Partridge in the Sky: Willow bank, lone boat anchored before the shoal. The painter’s brush holds pure joy. If on the screen a beauty smiles, I’d envy neither mandarin ducks nor immortals. Gold fills the chest, jade is a gift. Yet beggars are slandered wide. Just as I sigh that others’ lives are short, Who knows I myself will return in death! Training has its way, but can’t ensure against future thuggery. Choosing fine food and clothing, who expects to end up in a brothel lane? Because I begrudge my official cap’s small size, I end up in chains. Yesterday I pitied the tattered coat’s cold, today I resent the purple robe’s length. In chaos, you sing your part and I take the stage, Mistaking a foreign place for home. How absurd—in the end, it’s all sewing wedding clothes for others!" "Young Master’s bold spirit surpasses the painting, Rockets rise and stir up waves. Those on the same boat may not all share spring wine, There’s also pure joy on the shallow shoal. Gold fills the chest, jade fills the chest, Let me show you this elegant delight. The painter’s art doesn’t understand worldly fame, It only records true feelings crossing distant mountains." Young Master Zhao grinned from ear to ear and sent another 10 rockets. "Tangtang really gets me!" Boss Wang followed closely, his "Partridge in the Sky" exuding worldly wisdom: "Cold moon on autumn river slowly sinks west, A lone oar rests idly awaiting a guest. A thousand gold can’t buy the seal on the heart, One glance draws forth depths in the eye. Words not yet spoken, intent already greets. If allowed to cross together, not for empty fame. The river’s path is long, storms are fierce— I wish to be the wave-guarding man before the boat." Tangtang looked at the word "awaiting crossing" in the painting, her fingertip tracing the ripples on the water, and composed a "Partridge in the Sky" in reply: "Autumn river’s floating moon shines on the returning one, Lone ober moors in mist awaiting the guest. Generous gifts already stamped on the heart, Clear words are more valuable than a lifetime. If we cross the boat together, this is no light matter, Why must we ask each other’s name upon meeting? Though storms may raise a thousand waves, There will be kindred hearts to complete the crossing." Boss Wang saw that she had accepted the meaning of "same boat" and replied to "wave-guarding man" with "kindred hearts as crossing journey." The smile in his eyes deepened. He immediately sent 30 rockets, and the chat scrolled with praises: "Boss Wang is here, such a wonderful exchange!" Lin Yanqiu looked at the lone boat in the painting, recalling her days crowded in the urban village, and typed out a "Partridge in the Sky": "Willow shadows sway on the river, sending off evening sorrow, Lone boat tied to the shore awaits the tide. In vain I harbor a heart to save the world with a thousand tears, But find it hard to break free from a cage of worry. Worldly annoyances trouble me, my feelings hard to cease, Foolish heart seeks solace in the painting. When will I meet a fellow traveler on the same boat, To drift on misty waves, drunk in late autumn?" When Tangtang read "To drift on misty waves, drunk in late autumn," her fingertip paused on the boat’s oar in the painting. She lifted her brush and continued: "Traveler’s sorrow locks the boat in the painting, Lone oar lies across the river, feelings unceasing. Common talk only covets the boat’s profit, Who pities the long flowing water beside the boat? Wind not yet still, waves hard to calm. Foolish heart secretly shares the world’s sorrow. If I meet one who understands the painter’s intent, I won’t sigh of wandering the rivers alone." Young Master Zhao saw that she used "understand the painter’s intent" in response to Lin Yanqiu’s poem. Not satisfied, he composed a seven-character quatrain: "Lone boat in the painting grieves in vain, Better to follow me up the tall tower. Nightly songs and music accompany fine wine, Why foolishly seek from the painting?" Tangtang replied with a seven-character quatrain, her tone teasing: "Though the tall tower has songs and music, It can’t match the river wind sending off the distant boat. If the young master understands the painting’s meaning, He should also pity this touch of sorrow." Young Master Zhao was amused and sent another 5 rockets. "Sorrow looks good too!" Boss Wang also continued with a seven-character quatrain: "Though painting is wonderful, it can’t guarantee wealth, Gold and pearls are the boats that ferry people. If Tangtang knows the taste of these, Don’t gaze vainly at the empty river." Tangtang replied with a seven-character quatrain: "The river in the painting separates clear from muddy, Worldly affairs are no different from a boat. Gold and pearls can ferry the bitterness of life, Light delight can dispel a lifetime of sorrow." The livestream ended. Lin Yanqiu folded up all the poems. Tangtang’s words were like the ferryman in the painting—she could receive the golden-pearl boat of Zhao and Wang, and also leave a shore for her own foolish-heart boat. This back-and-forth had turned the livestream room into a river-and-lake that could accommodate both refined and vulgar. She took out the draft with "To drift on misty waves" and suddenly felt that tomorrow’s words should have new interest. Chapter 4: Pipa Poetry Contest, Immortal by the River, Revised Edition. On the fourth day, Tangtang sat down holding her pipa. Before tuning, she first composed a "Immortal by the River" to set the mood: "Beneath the strings, flowing notes hide old feelings, Fingertips still carry cold stars. Who before the screen can understand this sentiment? One pluck, the wind quiets; Another stroke, the moon brightens." Just as the last line fell, Young Master Zhao’s poem rushed in wrapped in rocket effects: "Immortal by the River: Listening to you before the screen, Jade fingers pluck strings, sobbing, As if containing infinite infatuation. Listening before the screen, feelings hard to calm— A thousand gold tossed lightly, Only hoping for a beauty’s welcome. Don’t scoff at a scholar’s empty belly, Glory and riches are the way ahead. Tonight let’s drink the happy wine together, Never mind the words on the strings— Drunk, let me call you sweetheart." The light from 30 rockets exploding made the pipa in Tangtang’s arms gleam. Tangtang lightly plucked the strings with her fingertip and smiled as she replied with "Immortal by the River": "Young Master’s bold passion is like raging fire, Where rockets fly, a gorge rises. The strings may not all be infatuation— One pluck is for you alone; Another stroke is the voice of my heart." Young Master Zhao was delighted and sent another 10 rockets. "As long as it’s Tangtang’s heartfelt voice, I’ll listen!" Boss Wang’s poem followed, earnest with a touch of worldly wisdom: "Immortal by the River: After years of drifting on mountains and seas, I return to love the sound of strings. The pretty figure on the screen stirs true feeling— Gold pearls are easy to get, but a confidant is hardest to find. I don’t envy a scholar reciting elegant verses, I wish to show my original intent with a modest gift. If I could exchange for a meeting, Let the pipa rest, And idly face the candle’s red blossom." Tangtang plucked the strings and replied with "Immortal by the River": "Don’t sigh that confidants are few in the rivers and lakes, A chance meeting counts as a reunion. Gold pearls’ good intentions I keep in my heart— The sound of strings is not for profit, Only to pour out true feelings." Boss Wang saw her response and immediately sent 20 rockets. The chat scrolled with praises: "Boss Wang sees clearly!" Lin Yanqiu heard the astringency in the pipa sound, feeling it touch her own pain of having submissions rejected. She typed out "Immortal by the River": "Beneath the strings, flowing notes hide sobs, Infinite worries hard to calm. Before the screen, vulgar talk buzzes like cicadas. Gold pearls pile up like a curtain, Hiding the bright moon. I have thirty thousand strands of clear sorrow, No one in life can understand me. Lucky to meet your words that break through the confusion— One pluck and one reply, Worth more than ten years of journey." When Tangtang read "One pluck and one reply, worth more than ten years of journey," the pipa sound suddenly brightened, as if a crack opened in dark clouds. She lifted her brush and continued: "You understand the sobs hidden in the strings, I know the infatuation beneath the brush. Let worldly talk before the screen be what it is. Though gold pearls make a curtain, They can’t hide the bright moon. I won’t seek drunken dreams in vermilion gates, I only meet in ink. One heartfelt verse is worth a thousand cups. Why need we meet face to face? We have already poured our hearts." Young Master Zhao saw that she used "poured our hearts" for Lin Yanqiu. Not satisfied, he composed a seven-character quatrain: "How can string sound compare to rocket’s roar? Void and lingering just break the heart in vain. I have a thousand acres of good land— Why worry that the lady won’t stand by me?" Tangtang replied with a seven-character quatrain, her tone gentle and teasing: "A thousand acres of good land in the spring breeze, Can’t match one true phrase from the strings. Young Master, if you understand the charm of love, You should also pity this tune’s truth." Young Master Zhao was amused and sent another 5 rockets. "The tune’s truth smells good too!" Boss Wang also continued with a seven-character quatrain: "Don’t say a scholar’s talent is precious— Fuel, rice, oil, and salt are the truest. I have a splendid hall with connected painted pavilions, Willing to leave a corner for the lady." Tangtang replied with a seven-character quatrain: "Though the splendid hall is good, it lacks pure talk, Not as good as half a warm line before the screen. If you take the vermilion gate for a painted pavilion, Even without wind or rain, it’s too noisy." The livestream ended. Lin Yanqiu spread all the poems on the table. Tangtang’s words were like the pipa’s strings—they could bear Young Master Zhao’s golden-pearl words and also pluck out resonant notes with her. This back-and-forth had turned the small screen into a stage that could accommodate both refined and vulgar. She took out the draft with "poured our hearts" and suddenly felt that tomorrow’s short lyric should have even richer interest.
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