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Mo Ping looked at Zhou Tian, and crossed the strings with his fingers to signal Zhou Tian to go first. It was not that he was being disrespectful, but that he was used to fighting back after knowing the strength of his opponent. On the way to Qin Zhi, he did not want to lose to anyone except Sun Qingmu.
Seeing this, Zhou Tian raised his hand and burned incense: "Thank you, Mr. Mo." She could not be polite to Mo. If she didn't use the skill of the first shot, Zhou Tian was afraid that she would not be able to win technically. Zhou Tian lowered his head solemnly and tried with his long fingers.
After playing a few notes, he stood up and greeted everyone present.
Everyone waited with bated breath.
When the aroma was burning, Zhou Tian played this prosperous and simple philosophical song. The onset was slow like the waves of water, and the strings quivered quietly with the aftertaste of the sea breeze. The high wind and smooth waves seemed to be urgent.
The sound flows slowly to the crowd.
The sound of the piano is fresh and beautiful, and the rhythm is melodious and melodious. It completely washes away the thick and pink color of the palace sound, giving people a clear, clear, natural feeling. Everyone can't help but look solemn, surprised by the height and breadth of this sound.
Zi Cheshi instantly looked at Zhou Tian with a solemn expression. Although his musical skills were immature, the sound and rhythm made up for Zhou Tian's many shortcomings. The complexity in the melodiousness and the elegance in the emptiness and clarity must be the work of a master of music.
,whose piano?
Mo Ping listened carefully, and his hand on the piano trembled unconsciously. He eagerly wanted to make up for the shortcomings in the other party's piano sound, but he also wanted to listen and feel the new chapter brought by the piano sound.
Just when everyone thought that the sound of the piano would spread out with clear waves and create a spectacular scene on the sea.
Zhou Tian's rich and melancholy voice rose in conjunction with the music, and the ethereal singing came slowly like music: "The tide of the spring river reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide.
The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the spring river.
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like sleet.
Frost is flying in the sky unknowingly, and the white sand on the pavilion cannot be seen.
The river and the sky were all colorless, and there was only a solitary moon in the bright sky.
Who on the bank of the river sees the moon for the first time, and when does the moon on the river shine on people for the first time?
Life is endless from generation to generation, but the river and the moon are only similar year after year.
I don’t know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.
The white clouds fade away slowly, and the green maple pond is full of sorrow.
Whose family is in a boat tonight, where is the love in the bright moon tower?
Poor Yue Pei upstairs, she should be looking away from the makeup mirror.
The Yuhu curtain can't be rolled up, and it comes back when it is smashed and brushed on the anvil.
At this time, we look at each other but don't hear each other. I hope the moonlight will shine on you.
The swans fly long and fast, and the fishes and dragons dive and leap into the water.
Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, and it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring.
The spring water in the river is almost gone, and the moon has set in the west and is setting in the west again.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi and Xiaoxiang roads are endless.
I don’t know how many people are returning by the moon, and the falling moon shakes the trees all over the river with love.”
Zhou Tian fell the last note, and this masterpiece of philosophy that spanned thousands of years was performed again under her fingertips, and she gained a different perception of life. She believed that there must be a better song in this world than "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night".
But there may not be any words comparable to "Spring River".
Zhou Tian stood up calmly and greeted everyone again.
Everyone suddenly woke up and exclaimed in surprise. The lyrics were repeated over and over again as Zhou Tian sang. This unique ancient style music once again made people explore the true meaning of beauty.
Su Shuiqu looked at the prince happily, the admiration on his face was self-evident, the prince gave him another surprise.
Mu Feiyan was almost obsessed with watching Zhou Tian, who was sitting calmly, able to perform poems so perfectly in the music of the piano. The prince's piano skills were already obvious. No wonder he was the prince. With such a unique skill, it would be difficult not to be awarded the title.
Zi Cheshi did not look at Zhou Tian, but turned the cup in his hand thoughtfully, waiting for Mo Ping to answer.
Mo Ping just raised his hand and repeated the music that Zhou Tian had just performed. Although this time the artistic conception was more beautiful, the technique was more superb, the music was more moving, and the seascape was more like a dream, but Mo Ping knew that if he lost, he would lose.
, he lost not in his piano skills, but in his heart that had been stuck in his piano for many years.
After playing, Mo Ping stood up respectfully and bowed to Zhou Tian, then hugged the piano and gave up the position on the left side of Zi Cheshi. At this moment, 'Zuo Wenqin' changed to the winner.
Zi Cheshi suddenly looked at Zhou Tian, and saw that Zhou Tian was smiling at him, and lowered his head calmly, but his mind had already been thinking a thousand times. Zhou Tian didn't look like someone who could compose such a piece of music. Could it be that he
Behind him was Sun Qingmu: "Master Zhou, can you write down the lyrics for everyone to appreciate."
After Zi Che finished speaking, a series of voices suddenly sounded: "Please give me some advice, Mr. Zhou."
"Master Zhou, can you let the students also take part in the study?"
"This song by Mr. Zhou is very exquisite, and it is no exaggeration to compare it to Mr. Sun."
Zhou Tian just looked at Zi Cheshi. Seeing that Zi Cheshi still didn't look at her, he waved his hand directly: "Paper and pen."
Zhou Tian rolled up her sleeves, and a strong and steady hand of wild grass swayed out from her hand. The whole poem was completed in one breath, without any pause, and the flying handwriting was like the spiritual canal in her pen, which was very spectacular.
Zhou Tian learned calligraphy at the age of one and piano at the age of three. It’s just that the little girl with weak literary skills deviated from everyone’s original intention and became a leader in the field of advanced mathematics. But that doesn’t mean that the writing brush will stump her. Although she can’t write with everyone’s courage
But you won't starve to death even if you just eat.
Zi Cheshi finally raised his head. If the former could catch a knife, the latter could only rely on real skills.
Zi Cheshi finally stood up.
Su Shuiqu held his breath and looked at the prince, nervous and expectant.
Zhou Tian is also waiting for him to make a decision.
Everyone's eyes finally fell on Mr. Zi Che. Zi Che stood up and made a promise. I am afraid that the winner of this session has already been announced. What's more, this person is also the leader of the art academy. With such strength, who dares to compete.
Zi Cheshi walked down the soft couch unhurriedly, his eyes passing over the free and easy fonts. The poem that he had just remembered was now clearly presented in front of his eyes. When he saw the signature after the last word,
At this time, Zi Cheshi was slightly dazed. He glanced at Zhou Tian seemingly casually and politely, his brows seemed uncomfortable as if he was thinking about something.
Zhou Tian waited for Zi Cheshi to speak, showing his absolute respect for the rules here.
Zi Cheshi suddenly came back to his senses and smiled slightly: "Master Zhou is good at calligraphy. Come here! Hang up the poem scroll for everyone to comment on! Everyone else, please leave."
After hearing this, everyone already knew that this pavilion was reserved for the person who was expected to win the title in the end. Since Mr. Zi Che gave up, there was no need to explain.
No one dared to retreat intentionally.
Mo Ping leaned against the pavilion pillar with his Qin in his arms, looking at the waterfall falling in the distance, thoughtfully.
Su Shuiqu excitedly grabbed Mu Feiyan's arm.
Mu Feiyan was in a lot of pain from being caught, and he couldn't tell where the pain was.
Zi Cheshi suddenly approached Zhou Tian and whispered casually: "Prince, please."
Zhou Tian suddenly looked at Zi Cheshi: Damn! I guessed it!
Zi Cheshi reminded calmly: "If you can write so arrogantly, if you still can't guess correctly, Zi Che doesn't have to stay at Jixia Villa."
Zhou Tian laughed modestly when he heard this, and slapped Zi Che Shi's back hard with his palm mixed with his inner strength: "No matter where, I'm embarrassed to praise him."
Zi Cheshi almost vomited blood after being slapped by him, so he quickly stepped back and escaped from his clutches.
Zhou Tian suddenly whispered: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm afraid they admire me too much. I've always been low-key, low-key, haha."
Zi Cheshi felt like vomiting blood when he heard this. If he knew it, it would be strange not to kill him! Zi Che quickly calmed down his internal strength and suddenly became curious about the rumored prince: "Master Zhou, sit down and let's talk.
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"Being respectful is worse than obeying orders." Zhou Tian followed and sat down.
Zi Cheshi suddenly looked at the two adults behind Zhou Tian and asked meaningfully: "They are..."
"My favorite, you're welcome."
Zi Cheshi couldn't help but look at Su Shuiqu and Mu Feiyan, and thought about the word 'favorite'.