Chapter eight hundred and twentieth(1/3)
In the club.
In the room.
The music is filled with a hint of melancholy.
There is a little bit of heavyness mixed in melancholy.
The music fathers in the room savored the prelude to "Blue and White Porcelain".
The main song, the first time it sounded:
"The plain embryo outlines the blue and white pen tip to turn light
The peony depicted in the bottle is like your first makeup
I understand the thoughts of Ranran Sandalwood through the window
The pen on rice paper has been put halfway…”
As the first part of the main song rang, Lu Sheng, who was already full of confidence, suddenly raised his head and a slight turbulence flashed through his heart.
Denon.
Elegant.
The melodious and delicate lyrics are accompanied by the melody, and the taste of neoclassical style is still the taste of the neoclassical style. However, this lyrics amazed him in an instant!
Not just Lu Sheng.
The others in the room also showed different colors, and they were obviously amazed by the lyrics!
"Glaze color renders the charm of the lady's pictures and is hidden privately
And your sweet smile is about to be released
Your beauty is gone
Go to a place where I can't go..."
The lyrics are still beautiful and intoxicating. As the song continues to ring, the turmoil in Lu Sheng's heart finally rises and falls!
puff!
It’s like a stone falling into the center of the lake, and the ripples faint in all directions!
He subconsciously adjusted his sitting position, so that the chair rubbed against the ground, forming a slightly harsh sound.
This friction sound flies in a flash.
No one spoke up at the scene, but the fathers present raised their heads one after another, and the eyes changed significantly!
In the crowd.
Yin Dong and Ye Zhiqiu looked at each other and saw the brilliant colors in each other's eyes at the same time!
Just then.
The singing suddenly raised its tone!
Melancholy and coldness, like raindrops in the clear autumn, falling like a stream of continuous flow, as if only singing is left in the world!
"The sky is blue waiting for mist and rain, and I'm waiting for you
Smoke rises thousands of miles across the river
Writing the Han Li in the Bottom of the Bottle to imitate the elegance of the previous dynasty
Just think I'm foreshadowing to meet you
The sky is blue waiting for mist and rain, and I am waiting for you
The moonlight was salvaged and fainted.
Like the past blue and white porcelain, beautiful in one's own way
Your eyes are smiling..."
Crackling, big beads fall on the jade plate!
The soft tune still has a hint of hesitation and coldness, as if the cool wind suddenly blows in the drizzle, penetrates everyone's hearts like a hole!
Cold!
It's hot again!
Everyone's faces changed, and a hint of horror climbed up all the faces of Father Qu at the same time, forming a standard and unified stunned in the room where there was only melody!
Stupid!
All stupid!
Lu Sheng’s face no longer has the confidence he used to be!
His body was almost instinctively tense, but his mouth was slightly opened!
The instruments were fiddled with.
The traditional playing technique compiles a leisurely and slow tune, and flows deeply and shallowly in the room with sorrow and farewell regret. The song carries an indescribable simplicity and heaviness, as if history and time are mottled.
Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu!
Extreme simplicity!
Extreme shock!
When the whole song ended, the whole room was silent!
The next moment.
Silence shattered.
The noise of noise came together, making the whole room boil!
"This is a great work of neoclassical style!"
"I thought there was no song that could surpass "Dongfeng Po", and even Lu Sheng had to choose a different way, but this song did it!"
"Five scales have been applied to the extreme!"
"How is that possible!"
"The beauty of scenery, the beauty of objects, the beauty of emotions, and the combination of many elements can be so harmonious. This song is even more impeccable than "Dongfeng Po"!"
“…”
Among the mixed voices, eyes were concentrated on Lin Yuan's face without expression, but everyone's mood was completely different at this moment!
No one expected it!
Xianyu actually wrote a song that surpassed "Dongfeng Po"!
In a trance.
Someone looked at Lu Sheng again.
A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Lu Sheng's mouth, and he couldn't help but say to Lin Yuan: "Can you show me the lyrics?"
"good."
Lin Yuan took out the score and handed it to the other party.
Suddenly.
The music fathers surrounded Lu Sheng at the same time and looked at the music score of "Blue and White Porcelain", while tasting them while still being closely whispered.
"really."
Looking at the lyrics, Lu Sheng looked at Lin Yuan with a bitter taste: "Your handwritten lyrics are really amazing."
The sky is blue and the mist and rain, and I am waiting for you.
What kind of amazing talent can write such lyrics?
If "I Wish People Long" in the ancient lyrics style is undoubtedly the peak, then the song Xianyu is the peak of the lyrics in the vernacular style, and it is the indisputable kind!
beside.
Ye Zhiqiu sighed: "Whether composition or arrangement, the two songs are equally matched, but the lyrics have opened the gap between the two songs."
"yes."
Zheng Jing next to him sighed: "But in general, this song "Blue and White Porcelain" is more powerful."
"Each standard song is taken out, and the difference is very small."
Yang Zhongming spoke, and even his voice at this moment could not help but feel strange: "I can only say that Xianyu's song, called "Blue and White Porcelain", has reached the peak of neoclassicality in terms of comprehensive scores."
Everyone nodded.
The scores of each item in "Blue and White Porcelain" are extremely high when writing lyrics, compositions, and even arrangements, but they are not much better than Lu Sheng's songs. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are the same.
The same is true for comparison with "Dongfeng Po".
However, from a comprehensive consideration, "Blue and White Porcelain" is obviously better, especially the lyrics of this song, which is simply tailor-made for neoclassical songs!
To be continued...