Liu Huan was surprised. He couldn't help but look at Tan Jing and said,"Not bad. The combination of the guzheng and the zither. Ordinary people don't dare to use this instrument. I suddenly have a feeling that your disciple is going to produce another classic song!”
Tan Jing smiled and did not reply.
He only looked at Zhang Hao on the stage with a gratified expression.
The other two teachers were also looking forward to it.
They felt that Zhang Hao's original song was very different from the previous ones. It could bring them a huge surprise.
However…
Before the instructors could recover from their surprise, the erhu and drums quickly joined in.
Zhang Hao's voice followed.
"Whose light did you steal when you were young?”
"In the past, I did not comb my hair for ten years.”
"Now I'm reading under the lamp, adding fragrance to my red sleeves.”
"Half a lifetime of fame is just a lie."
Zhang Hao's voice was extremely gentle.
He sat on the chair and stood on the stage. He sang quietly as if he was telling a story.
The audience was attracted.
She could not help but be drawn into Zhang Hao's extremely gentle voice.
"In March, the road is misty and the grass is long.”
"I saw my hometown in the fluttering willow catkins.”
"I wonder if you are still in Luyang.”
"A strand of black hair, treasured for life."
Zhang Hao continued to sing. He was very relaxed and relaxed.
Because he had Demon King level singing skills, he could sing the lyrics very clearly even without deliberately enunciating the words.
Even if everyone did not look at the big screen, they could still understand the lyrics of the song.
For a moment.
Everyone was attracted by the ancient lyrics.
Dig the wall to steal the light.
I don't comb my hair at night.
Red sleeves add fragrance.
orioles fly, the grass grows long.
The willow leaves fluttered.
A few lyrics.
It revealed a huge literary foundation.
How could the audience not be amazed?
At this moment.
Zhang Hao walked to the edge of the stage and sang emotionally.
"The lovers on the bridge are in pairs!"
" The red medicine by the bridge sighs that the night is too long!"
"The moon is also shaking."
"People are also hesitant."
"A song came from Wu Peng.”
There was no mention of missing him.
But every word was filled with longing.
Look at the bridge.
Lovers go in pairs.
Beside the bridge.
Hong Yao was all alone. She sighed at her loneliness and felt that the night was really long.
The hesitant people looked at the swaying moon and listened to the sound of Li Shang in their ears. At this moment, the longing in their hearts burst out.
It had to be said.
Zhang Hao's song was written in a very obscure manner. Without any cultural background, without a unique Chinese cultural background, it was impossible to hear the artistic conception that the song was trying to express.
However…
All the people present were Chinese children. They had learned Tang poetry and Song poetry since they were young, so they could not hear the emotions contained in Zhang Hao's songs.
But it was precisely because of this that the audience was moved.
Touched.
The chorus began.
"Moonlight from Lu Prefecture."
"Splash it on my heart."
"The you under the moon is no longer the same as before.”
"Too many injuries, it's hard to express my feelings!"
"Sigh, at that time, I only thought it was ordinary!”
"Moonlight from Lu Prefecture."
"Pear Blossom Rain Cold."
"Whose side are you by now?”
"Hometown Moonlight."
"It's deeply branded in my heart."
"But I can't shed tears from back then."
Zhang Hao's voice spread throughout the entire venue.
He changed the two styles from before. The song was extremely gentle. Just listening to this song, one could feel the beauty of ancient Chinese poetry.
Zhang Hao's change.
The audience didn't find it strange.
On the contrary, he was overjoyed.
Because Zhang Hao's performance today had already broken the audience's previous understanding of Zhang Hao.
Other than the fact that " The Wind Rises " was not sung on an official stage," Lonely Brave " and " Chasing Dreams with a Pure Heart " were very inspirational, passionate, and filled with positive energy.
He had thought that Zhang Hao could only limit himself to this aspect of lyrics, but he did not expect Zhang Hao to quickly dispel his doubts.
It turned out that he was an all-rounded music composer.
This "Moon in Luzhou" was the best proof.
Hence, he decided to do it.
After Zhang Hao finished singing the chorus, the audience started cheering again.
……
Backstage.
In the data monitoring room.
Director Jin Lei was elated.
That's right.
After two original songs, he was completely conquered by Zhang Hao's talent.
Just like the audience, they shouted Zhang Hao's name loudly.
Little Wang looked helpless.
She had known the director for so many years.
Or rather, ever since The Voice was launched.
He had never seen the director cheer for any student.
He always maintained a rational state.
However, ever since Zhang Hao appeared on stage and sang " Lone Brave ".
He realized that the director seemed to have changed into a different person.
He turned into a fanatical fan.
Every time Zhang Hao performed on stage, he would cheer wildly backstage.
He had also asked the director if he liked Zhang Hao.
However, the director would always say that his daughter liked Zhang Hao and that he was only doing his duty as a father to follow his daughter to chase after celebrities.
……
This book is provided by FunNovel Novel Book | Fan Fiction Novel [Beautiful Free Novel Book]