It was just a comforting look, and the guqin in her hand, which had clearly been tuned and showed the most perfect posture.
He also hopes that she can bloom on the stage tonight!
After playing the guqin, she took a deep breath, feeling excited and a little sweet.
When the lights slowly light up again, the clear sound of the guqin was already slowly ringing.
What she played was "The Song of Burial Flowers".
The sound of the piano is sharp and there is a faint desolation in the high pitch.
As the prelude sounded, she suddenly opened her mouth, and her tone conveyed her infinite misery and inexplicably entangled thoughts with grief and anger.
"The flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky, who can pity the fragrance of the red gauze?
The silk is soft and the floating silk is floating on the spring pavilion, and the falling feathers are lightly touched to the embroidered curtain."
And the lights, at this moment, completely lit up.
Luo Qingxue sat upright, wearing ancient costume. The breeze created on the stage was blowing, and her shiny black hair was flying in the air with the willow branches used for decoration. Her slender hands skillfully tweaked the strings, like an elf briskly
Jump among the flowers.
With her piano and singing, the LED screen behind her was the episode where she had just played "Daiyu Burial Flowers" with Wang Haoxuan.
"The fragrance nest in March is first built, and the swallows among the beams are too ruthless!
Although the flowers will be pecked next year, they will not even be able to fall into the empty nest when they go to Liang!”
The sound of the piano was lingering, and combined with her mute and soft tone, it added a bit of sourness. Unexpectedly, the sourness continued to go on and on again and again.
When they reached the highest point, the sound was as thin as a mosquito and the pitch was as high as a mountain. The audience felt an indescribable sorrow that was overwhelming and twists and turns. They frowned and almost shed tears.
Her singing, along with such sad and indignant tunes, had to question people's souls!
"You are dead and buried in the funeral, but when will you die?
The man who buried flowers today is laughing at me. Who is the one who buried flowers this year?"
Afterwards, the sound of the piano slowly fell, and her voice became lower and lower, as if the musician was getting further and further away, and finally it was unrecognizable.
“Look at the end of spring flowers gradually falling, it is the time when the beauty dies old and old;
Once spring is over, the beauty is old, the flowers are falling, the people are dead, and the two are not aware of it... "
After the song is over, it makes people feel a little dazed. When they think back to the scene just now, they still feel like a dream.
How happy it would be if such a woman would be with her for life in heaven and earth!
But I don’t know who suddenly shouted: “I’ll have another song!”
This shout immediately made the atmosphere on the scene ignited. Many people also shouted: "One more song, another song!"
The host reacted and also started a cheer and said, "Why, Qingxue, play another song for us?"
She nodded, closed her eyes slightly and then opened her eyes confidently and raised her hand.
"Next, what I want to play is the famous song of the ages - "The Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix"!"
Compared with the sadness and resentment of "The Song of Burial Flowers", "The Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix" has a bold and charming style.
Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun, one is a talented man who was regarded as a guest of honor by the Linqiong County Magistrate, and the other is a widowed beauty. Their story is that Sima Xiangru was a guest at the Zhuo family and sang the famous song in the Zhuo family lobby.
"The Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" begins, which makes Zhuo Wenjun, who is listening behind the curtain, feel excited. After meeting Sima Xiangru, they fall in love with each other at first sight, and both agree to elope. That night, Zhuo Wenjun packs up his pockets and walks out of the house, and is already waiting for him.