Ballad, no fixed style!
This was something that almost everyone who specialized in music understood!
Generally speaking, there were three dimensions to a folk song's quality.
First, emotional resonance!
Secondly, the appeal of the lyrics!
The third was whether the melody was good or not.
Therefore, when Lu Ze sang the four lines of the lyrics with his unique and charming voice.
The four judges on the stage all knew.
He didn't even need to finish singing this song to be able to press the champion of the folk song category to the ground!
A few simple thoughts outlined a homely and warm scene.
The old dining table and chairs, the flickering candlelight, and the busy mother.
This was a family that everyone regarded as a safe haven.
It was a family matter that no one could forget in their entire life. It was something that they would remember even when they were tired or indifferent!
Original, it was indeed an original!
But the problem was, did he not need to consider it at all?
In just a few minutes since he went on stage, he had played and sung such a song without any thought or deliberation!
With ease?
Do whatever you want?
If he hadn't made any preparations in this aspect before.
That was really... It was too terrifying!
Everyone was immersed in Lu Ze's music.
Everyone would have different feelings after hearing these simple lyrics!
It was just that the judges who were more professional had a deeper understanding and were more shocked!
....
The dim starlight shone through the gaps of the portable house that had not been installed and closed, casting a few faint rays of light.
Wang Xi, who was sitting on the bed, suddenly had an indescribable feeling after listening to the lyrics.
This song doesn't seem to be about cooking?
A small square table and a busy figure.
Wasn't this his home?
He grinned and took a big bite of the cold steamed bun.
She suddenly felt a little sour in her heart, but she quickly suppressed it.
Being in a foreign land, there were too many things that could evoke homesickness.
Movies, music, photos, and sounds.
If she was sad and cried every time…
He didn't want to live those days anymore.
He listened to the song.
However, he was not a fragile person to begin with. Even if he was immersed in it, it would not be too deep.
The zither strings were still plucked.
The originally low voice slowly became clear.
The song that sounded like " dream talk " at the beginning gradually became clearer.
It was like the moment he pushed open the door on a snowy morning in the north. He went from being lazy to being awake.
Naturally, there was no hint of stiffness or separation!
"Too young, he's never satisfied"
"Stubbornly unwilling to stop, the footsteps of a long journey"
"Gazing at the high sky, walking a long way"
"I forgot to look back to see if she was crying."
The main topic had not yet been changed.
Travelers and wanderers go out for a long journey.
It was still something that could happen in almost every small family!
It was these four lines that made everyone who listened to the song almost instantly confirm what the theme of the song was.
Mother!
It was a very common theme in folk songs, and it was also a theme that was very difficult to shine!
It was a topic that could easily touch everyone's soft hearts, but it could also easily make them fall into awkwardness!
The sound of the guitar flowed slowly, like the pleasant and fuzzy stories of his childhood.
Under the shade of a tree, in the nursery of a melon field, an unforgettable dream
The extremely tender voice created an extremely realistic scene.
This scene was not considered grand.
This emotion was not strong.
However, it was very moving!
Wang Xi sat in front of the screen. The steamed bun that he was about to stuff into his mouth stopped in mid-air.
Four sentences, just four sentences!
All the effort he had put in to suppress his emotions had completely lost its value and meaning at this moment.
He saw it in the voice that made him throw away all his selfish thoughts.
It was his 18-year-old self who was full of ambition in the small town in the northwest that was covered in sandstorms all year round.
She carried a large camouflage bag with a stack of money wrapped in several layers of her headscarf and stepped onto the train heading south without looking back.
At that time, he always wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.
It would be best if he didn't come back after earning a lot of money!
From then on, every time he came back, he seemed to follow this pattern.
When she returned home, she served her in every possible way, and when she left, she didn't even want to look back.
It was as if he would be swallowed by the yellow sand if he was a step too late.
" Pata." A very, very weak sound rang in his ears.
Under the dim yellow light, a teardrop suddenly fell on the phone screen in front of her.
He sniffled and wiped his eyes with his sleeve, which was covered in cement and mortar.
"F * ck."
He cursed in his heart, his tone was more sorrowful than sad.
"The lyrics are so f * cking well written."
"This incompetent son of mine indeed forgets whether she cried or not every time he leaves.”
Light and shadow intertwined on the stage.
The sound of the guitar became slower and softer.
In the end, it completely disappeared.
It was like a pot of hot water that was about to boil when someone suddenly lifted the lid.
All the steam that had condensed together instantly dispersed.
A faint sense of loss lingered in his heart like a fog.
In the midst of the confusion and helplessness, the stage was silent.
The man who had stopped plucking the strings and stood with his hands by his side.
Suddenly, she leaned forward toward the microphone and opened her lips.
She used a voice that was heavenly and born out of life. It was perfect and alluring.
He sang these few lines!
effortlessly.
It pierced through everyone's long-disguised--
Iron walls!
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