He finished writing the score.
Xu Song turned around and said in a clear voice," Students, please familiarize yourself with the lyrics with me first. If there are any words that you don't know, I will mark them out in Pinyin."”
Immediately after, Xu Song picked up a small wooden stick and pointed at the score on the blackboard.
"The wisdom of youth is the wisdom of the country
A young man's wealth makes a country rich
a strong youth is a strong country
If the youth is free, the country will be free…"
Xu Song read out a sentence and paused for a moment. The students followed suit and read out another sentence.
In a short while, Xu Song led the students to read it three times.
Outside the classroom window, Su Qingcheng looked at the entire score on the blackboard with a puzzled expression.
She taught music, so she had a wide range of knowledge about songs.
It could be said that she was very familiar with any song that had been popular in the past.
No matter how bad it was, he would at least have some impression of it.
However, Su Qingcheng had no recollection of what Xu Song had written on the blackboard.
She did not think that this song was written by Xu Song himself because, when it came to music, she was the professional.
As for Xu Song, he could only be considered an amateur at best.
As a professional, she might not even be able to write lyrics according to the song, let alone write a song.
Creation was purely based on inspiration.
When inspiration came, anything would do.
Without inspiration, it would be useless even if you sat there for a month.
As for the song that Xu Song wrote on the blackboard, although Su Qingcheng didn't know what the tune was like, she felt that it was very unusual just by looking at the lyrics.
On the podium.
Xu Song sat at the corner of the podium and began to test the guitar. He was ready to teach the students how to sing. Su Qingcheng couldn't help but perk up her ears.
She wanted to see what kind of song Xu Song could compose for this seemingly awesome poem.
Xu Song hugged his guitar and smiled."Students, everyone knows the lyrics, right?”
"I know!"
"I know it too."
“……
The children enthusiastically replied to Xu Song.
Xu Song nodded with a smile." Alright then. I'll teach you how to sing. Same old rules. I'll sing a few lines, and you guys sing a few lines. After you guys have learned it, we'll sing together."”
Ding dong…
As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Song plucked the strings of the zither.
Brother Jie sang the song and Xu Dada composed it. The opening melody was actually the sound of drums, flute, and guzheng.
However, Xu Song could not find so many instruments to play, so he could only use the guitar to deal with it first.
He felt that perhaps he could find a few teachers who knew instruments to perform together during the winter holiday party.
The melody of the guitar in Xu Song's hand was heard.
First, it was a recital. Xu Song had explained this earlier.
The young voices of the students rang out.
"The wisdom of youth is the wisdom of the country
A young man's wealth makes a country rich
a strong youth is a strong country
If the youth is free, the country will be free…"
With the accompaniment of the melody, the students felt completely different when they recited this paragraph.
Even if it wasn't full of vigor, the lyrics were recited by the 30-odd primary school students with great vigor.
Xu Song smiled and nodded. As he played the guitar, he opened his voice and said,“
"The red sun has just risen, and its path is bright.
The river rises and falls, pouring into the vast ocean."
Xu Song sang a few lines and quickly stopped.
Then, the children sang along.
As it was their first time learning to sing, the children's singing was not very correct and very uneven.
However, Xu Song still smiled and didn't think much of it. After all, there was always a process to learning how to sing.
Not to mention a group of children learning to sing.
Xu Song continued to lead the singing.
"Soaring Dragon Abyss, scales and claws flying.
The tiger roared in the valley, and all the beasts were frightened.
Young people have their own ways, young people are crazy…"
A few minutes later, the song was finally over.
Xu Song did not continue immediately, but let the students practice freely.
For a moment, the classroom was filled with the sound of singing practice.
Outside the classroom, Su Qingcheng finished listening to Xu Song's lecture.
Was she dumbfounded?
A moment ago, she thought that Xu Song, who was not a professional, would not be able to write an original song.
However, when she used her phone to search for it and found that neither the lyrics nor the song were available online, she instantly felt a chill run down her spine.
So it was really an original?
How was this possible?
Since when did Xu Song know how to write songs?
If it weren't for the fact that it was still a sunny day, Su Qingcheng would have thought that she was dreaming.
At this moment, Su Qingcheng really wanted to rush into the classroom and ask Xu Song.
However, out of courtesy and the rules of the class, Su Qingcheng suppressed her impulse.
Then, she took out her phone and started recording videos.
She had decided that she would definitely post Xu Song's song online.
This was because this poor school really needed people's attention.
Ten minutes later, Xu Song began to teach the second round.
This time, because the students had practiced alone for ten minutes, the effect was much better.
Xu Song could even put three or four lines together to teach the students how to practice singing.
Moreover, the students had made fewer mistakes in the rhythm of the melody.
It was barely audible.
Listening to the students 'inarticulate singing, Xu Song smiled bitterly. Perhaps this was the pain and joy of being a teacher.
Forty minutes later, there were only five minutes left in the class.
Xu Song's gaze swept across the entire place as he said in a clear voice,""Students, class is about to end. Shall we sing a chorus?”
"Alright…"
"Alright…"
“……
The children were very happy to learn the new song and responded at the top of their lungs.
"Yeah, you guys are great."
Xu Song praised his student with a smile.
Immediately, Xu Song adjusted his sitting posture and relaxed his slightly stiff body.
After playing and singing for more than half an hour, he was really tired.
Ding dong…
The guitar sounded again.
"Get ready…" Xu Song shouted loudly.
"The wisdom of youth is the wisdom of the country
A young man's wealth makes a country rich
a strong youth is a strong country
If the youth is free, the country will be free…"
This time, the children's recitation was much more orderly.
The young voices sang in unison, showing the momentum of the song.
Outside the window.
At this moment, Su Qingcheng was not the only one present. The other teachers who had no classes also came over when they heard the commotion.
The song's lyrics and tune were too refreshing.
Even Headmaster Jimbo Sando and Vice-Headmaster Tian Feng were leaning against the window, admiring the scenery.
Tian Feng whispered to Jimbasando,"Principal, this song is very good. I think we can promote it throughout the school.”
Jimbasando nodded." That's a must. I'll ask Teacher Xu to teach the entire school to sing this song after class."”
The senior music teacher, Zhaxi Sangba, listened to their whispers and said unhappily,""The two of you, stop arguing. Let's listen to the entire song before we speak.”
At this moment, Xu Song narrowed his eyes and started singing. He began to use the standard singing method and led the students to continue singing the next paragraph.
"The red sun has just risen, and its path is bright.
The river flowed out and poured into the vast ocean.
Dive into the Dragon Abyss, scales and claws flying.
The tiger roared in the valley, and all the beasts were frightened.
Young people have their own ways, young people are crazy…"
The effect of this coherent chorus was undoubtedly very good.
Su Qingcheng's beautiful eyes lit up when she heard that.
This song was really too inspiring.
What shocked Su Qingcheng even more was that Xu Song's voice had changed a little this time.
Her voice sounded very gentle, and her singing skills also showed some extraordinary foundation.
The teachers outside looked at each other.
When did Xu Song become so good at singing?
Although Su Qingcheng looked a little excited, she still did not forget to record the video.
In the classroom, this final chorus was the effect she wanted the most.
The crowd outside the window was watching. Although Xu Song saw it, he had no time to care.
His magnetic and gentle voice continued to sing with the children.
"Gan Jiang's hair is sharp.
The sky is covered with green, and the earth is covered with yellow.
Even if there are thousands of years, there are eight wastelands.
The future is like the sea, and the future is long.
Young people have their own ways, young people are crazy…"
Outside the window, all the teachers were staring at the classroom.
Xu Song and the children's singing shook their ears.
At this moment, everyone felt as if a surge of hot blood was gradually surging up in their bodies.
It was as if the lyrics of this song, as well as Xu Song and the children's voices, had some kind of power that stirred their souls over and over again.
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