Many people actually don't understand much about poetry, music scores, or tones. At most, they can only tell whether the melody of this song is catchy or not.
Even so, they still know the difference between good and bad, their ears will not deceive their hearts, and their hearts will not deceive their feelings.
Resonance is the best way to arouse feelings in the heart.
Resonance is also a kind of closeness to human emotions. When those simple lyrics pierce into everyone's heart like a flying knife, there will be a slight sourness, a faint pain, a sweet smile, or a sudden
The child can inspire a response from the weakest part of the human heart.
A song may represent a relationship, a time, a memory, or a regret-free experience in life.
At this moment, everyone thought of many things, the happiness, sadness, sweetness, pain, laughter, crying, possessions, losses...all kinds of raging waves of emotions,
But the entire banquet hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, only Li Xuan's singing was echoing.
Mi Shenxing's previous singing was undeniably excellent. Whether it was the gorgeous accompaniment, the high-pitched singing voice, or even the gorgeous lyrics, nothing could be compared to Li Xuan.
In terms of skills, Li Xuan couldn't catch up with Mi Shenxing in a carriage, and in terms of enthusiasm, there was no comparison.
But it was Li Xuan's singing that gave people a more shocking feeling.
From beginning to end, no one applauded, no one cheered, no one even dared to gasp loudly. The place was quiet, extremely quiet! "Oh my God!"
Xue Na sighed in her heart, "What kind of song is this? It's so nice!"
She seemed to recall the time in her green years, when there was a boy who loved her crazily, and they said many sweet love words before and after the flowers.
But one day, the boy went to the battlefield and never came back... As she thought about it, Xue Na's eye circles turned slightly red, and she silently hummed to Li Xuan's voice in her heart.
"You asked me how deeply I love you, how much I love you..." Ma Lie, who was standing next to Xue Na, stared at Li Xuan on the stage. The singing was echoing in his ears, and thoughts came to his mind.
The figure of a girl.
That was his first love, and he didn't understand love at that time.
Later, in order to pursue the truth of the talisman formation, he embarked on a long road of study.
Looking back at the past, Ma Lie suddenly remembered the figure of the girl. He didn't know whether she had become someone else's bride, whether she had become the mother of a child, or whether she still remembered the pure and beautiful love in her youth.
As he thought about it, he couldn't help but hum in his heart.
"A deep love makes me miss you until now..." Almost everyone was immersed in the expression of the song and couldn't extricate themselves.
The same goes for Roten and Gothe.
One is an iron-blooded butcher general, and the other is the heir to the king who has seen everything. However, they are not cold-blooded without emotions. They also have emotions, but they rarely show them.
Luo Teng looked at Li Xuan with sharp eyes, and countless thoughts surged in his heart.
He thought of his wife, the poor woman who became bedridden after giving birth to her daughter, and finally died of depression.
Luo Li's appearance is almost the same as her mother's, both are so beautiful. Every time she sees her daughter, Roten will be reminded of his wife's tenderness.
With a sigh, Roten closed his eyes, a beautiful melody echoing in his mind.
"My feelings are true, my love is true, and the moon represents my heart..." Others feel deeply, but far less than the other two.
If we were to say that the two people in the entire banquet hall who were most shocked by this song were none other than Mi Shenxing and Luo Li.
Mi Shenxing listened to Li Xuan's singing with his mouth wide open and could not believe his ears.
Can a country bumpkin from Yunteng also write poetry?
How can a song be so good without even accompaniment?
How can words that are so simple that a child can write make people feel sour?
These people don't applaud or cheer, but what's going on with the expressions on their faces? Are you all crying?
Mi Shenxing was wailing in his heart, not daring to admit what he was seeing.
But no matter how much he didn't want to admit defeat, he had to admit that Li Xuan's songs were far better than his, and not even a little bit better.
Although Li Xuan's singing has not ended yet, the winner has been decided! As for Luo Li, she was silent from the beginning, looking at Li Xuan in surprise and joy.
She never thought that Li Xuan would write such a beautiful poem. Although it was simple and straightforward, even though it was rudimentary and even without accompaniment, the acapella alone was enough to make people's hearts move.
If someone really came forward to woo her while singing such a song, Luo Li really doubted whether she could resist it.
That kind of melody, that kind of artistic conception, that kind of desolation made Luo Li, who had never been in love, suddenly have the urge to try falling in love! She even wanted to rush to the stage and rush to Li Xuan regardless of the others.
Next to him, give him a fierce kiss! She believes that this song will definitely become a classic.
There will definitely be many young boys singing this song in the future, winning the hearts of young girls one after another.
This is poetry, this is a feeling, this is a kind of power, this is a great resonance! Finally, the last note fell and Li Xuan stopped singing.
The whole place was silent, and no one seemed to have reacted yet.
Until Li Xuan looked at a corner of the banquet hall and said with a smile: "I would like to dedicate this poem to my senior sister, dear Miss Luo Li!"
Hearing these words, Luo Li's tense expression finally couldn't hold on any longer, and she said to herself shyly and somewhat angrily: "Li Xuan, you bastard, you didn't tell me earlier that you could write poetry."
, making me worry about you in vain!"
"Wow..." Thunderous applause sounded.
After Li Xuan finished saying those words dedicated to Luo Li, everyone reacted. Everyone couldn't help but raise their hands and applauded desperately to express their gratitude.
The applause lasted for a full five minutes. They were not just applauding Li Xuan, they were also applauding their own youth, their own emotions, their own efforts, and their own memories.
Ultimately, poetry, like other arts, is an act of resonance.
Everyone's understanding and understanding of poetry is actually a kind of review of oneself! Every song that touches people's hearts is sung not only by others, but also by oneself. This is the charm of classics! The five-minute warm applause gradually became sparse.
There seems to be no need to distinguish between victory and defeat.
As long as you are not deaf or stupid, you can probably tell who wins and who loses.
Mi Shenxing's face was so ugly that he was almost dripping with water. He never dreamed that the love poem he had prepared long ago, which had been revised and polished by Bai Mengde, would actually be lost to a bumpkin?
He was really unconvinced, but Li Xuan's melody and singing voice still echoed in his ears, making him unable to muster the courage to resist.