The condensed light pillar was like the moonlight shining down from the sky.
It had a magical power that made everyone fall silent in an instant.
Whether it was questioning or discussing.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
All of this was thrown to the back of their minds at this moment.
The reason was simple.
This was because today's competition wasn't just about the songwriting.
Singing was also an important factor in determining the final result.
Lu Ze's performance was about to begin.
Even in terms of lyrics, everyone no longer had any hope for him.
However, at the very least, there was respect and hope!
Therefore, they quieted down as quickly as possible.
During this process, she noticed the thing in Lu Ze's hand.
She noticed that he was holding a bronze suona.
She gently placed it to her lips.
He slowly closed his eyes in the dust that was rising around him.
He used a long and distant aura to activate the suona.
Music flowed slowly.
This was an unreasonable folk song that was rarely seen at a LIVE show.
As soon as he appeared, he covered, smoothen, and swallowed all the sounds.
Victories, melodious, sorrowful, distant.
The power that belonged solely to the suona lasted only one second.
It pulled everyone into a slightly hazy space, filled with an old-fashioned atmosphere.
It was the yellow soil that filled the sky, the surging river, the simple people, and it was rooted in his memories.
It truly belonged to the Nine Provinces!
National!
Local!
Humanistic!
Soul music!
Folk song singing!
He actually…
He wrote a folk song!
He used a folk song!
When everyone was using a popular singing style that was easy to learn and had a wide audience.
He had chosen a different path and was extremely confident in choosing folk music!
God.
What was he thinking?
Putting aside the creation, just singing and singing folk music.
For the national team singers, it was a thrilling and exciting challenge.
There was no extremely solid foundation, no decades of hard work.
Without the accumulation of hundreds or thousands of live performances!
It was impossible to sing folk music well without the infiltration and nourishment of the soil of folk music!
Therefore, you will find out.
Even in the national team, the ones who often sang folk music were the most experienced artists.
Young singers rarely challenged others.
It wasn't that he didn't want to, but he didn't dare!
But today, Lu Ze dared!
Not only did he dare to sing, but he also dared to write!
even. He even dared to personally compose the music!
Everyone was dumbfounded when the sound of the suona rang out.
When the first line of the lyrics came out, this kind of emotion was directly pulled to the extreme!
"The field beside me, the fragrance of dates by my hand."
" The ripened sorghums are red all over the sky. I, Jiu 'er, will send you far away."
Four simple sentences.
There was no embellishment, just a poetic chant.
However, the breath that was controlled to perfection and the smooth and smooth sound.
Without any effort, he outlined a scene.
On the vast plains, there were patches of bright sorghums that were blown by the breeze.
The continuous fields crisscrossed.
A pure, beautiful, and immature face was hidden in the fallen stalks of the sorghums.
He had a straight figure, a red coat, and a pair of sad eyes.
His gaze landed on the back of a man who turned his head back three times with every step he took.
In his hand was the bright yellow jujube flower that he had just broken.
Jiu 'er.
The ordinary Jiu 'er, the rural Jiu' er.
Farewell Jiu 'er
Four sentences filled the entire question.
The more concise it was, the more it showed the foundation!
"The field beside me, the fragrance of dates by my hand ~"
"The ripened sorghums are red all over the sky. Jiu 'er, I'll send you far away ~"
Upgrade to Key!
It was a key higher than the low singing at the beginning.
His emotions also became stronger and more full during this process.
The originally blurry scene gradually became clearer as the voice sounded.
It became clearer.
Lu Ze's voice was so strong that it was like a close-up shot.
Every time his voice changed and he sang, it was as if the camera was moving back to Jiu 'er.
It allowed everyone to see the scene in front of them clearly and completely!
This time, what they saw.
Other than reluctance, there was also patience.
There was sadness hidden in the girl's heart, and there was pain that she wanted to say but could not.
This was the level of these four sentences.
It was a level that could not be identified through words and could only be expressed through singing.
"Old Wang!"
Elder Liu's voice trembled.
In the darkness, his eyes flickered for a long time before he finally turned to look at Wang Jin.
" So, he had thought about it from the very beginning. He wanted to use the level of his voice to express the persistence of ordinary people, right?”
"Moreover, his singing style is so gradual. He was clearly telling us a complete story with his voice.”
"This child. How old was he? How could he have such a deep understanding of the emotional transmission and narrative performance of folk music?”
"It went beyond the limits of the lyrics and directly touched the soul of the song.”
"Ten hours, a mere ten hours, and you've created such a shocking thing.”
"This is also... It's too terrifying!"
"Old Liu, there's something I forgot to tell you.”
Wang Jin took a long time to suppress the shock and excitement in his heart before he spoke in a deep voice.
"The reason why I didn't plan to bring you here before was because the person-in-charge here told me that Little Lu only used ten minutes to write this song!”
"Ten minutes, what can you write in ten minutes?”
"I really didn't expect him to actually... I wrote this."
"Don't joke around."
Elder Liu's voice trembled uncontrollably. His weak response was completely swallowed by Lu Ze's voice!
Scattered in the breeze!
"The field beside me, the fragrance of dates by my hand ~"
"The ripened sorghums are red all over the sky. Jiu 'er, I'll send you far away ~"
The third key upgrade, the third repeat!
The extreme resonance of the head and the perfect rendering of the image.
Actually, many people could no longer hear the singing very clearly.
Because they were in the wilderness and in the picture.
This time, the scene they saw.
Finally, it was no longer the sadness and hesitation that belonged to Jiu 'er.
Instead, it was the kind of decisiveness to give up on the people around him in the face of the flames of war in his home country!
Leave, then leave.
As for me, I'll just wait!
He was going into battle to kill the enemy and die for the country!
So what if he didn't return?
I'll just wait!
"The field beside me, the fragrance of dates by my hand ~"
"The ripened sorghums are red all over the sky. Jiu 'er, I'll send you far away ~"
The sound of the suona was blown out by the orchestra and pierced through the sky!
It was extremely desolate and tragic!
However, when this voice that made one's scalp go numb sounded.
It was followed by an even more hair-raising song.
It was replaced!
It was still those four sentences, still those pure and simple four sentences!
Suppressing the sound of the suona, it climbed straight into the sky!
In the image constructed by the sound.
It was Jiu 'er's red dress that stood between heaven and earth!
It was her smile as the waves of grain scattered across the land.
She was the most moving ordinary woman.
It was the most precious and priceless life!
It was blessing, tenacity, and greatness!
It was a beautiful scene that no lyrics or melody could pale into on paper.
It was the soul that could only be stirred by the voice!
The voice finally faded away.
On the stage, the lights dimmed.
Lu Ze nodded and left.
Everyone was silent.
The story in the voice had already ended.
However, he couldn't control his deep emotions.
He only used four lines of lyrics without adding any complicated techniques.
However, it was these four lines of lyrics that made an ordinary woman sing and cry, and moved the world.
His performance was incisive.
Eight groups of contestants, eight original songs.
However, at this moment when all the performances were completed.
It was about the persistence and perseverance of ordinary people.
They only remembered Nine Children and Lu Ze.
It occupied the most spacious spot in his heart.
It might not be able to be removed and transferred for many years to come.
So...
This was what a genius's composition and singing was like.
today
It was really eye-opening!
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