Wu Wa'er's poem was sung by tapping the jade cup lightly with bamboo chopsticks and singing in a clear tone. Yang Hao couldn't understand what word she was singing, and he couldn't understand a few words of the poem as soon as she sang it. He saw Cui Dalang's concentration.
Listen and nod slightly, I guess the wording is pretty good.
Wu Wa'er is like a complex of contradictions. Her face is childish, her figure is enchanting, and her voice is as melodious as a flute, with a hint of female magnetism. She is melodious, like moving clouds, sitting on the floor.
The people below heard it as if they were right in front of their eyes. The sound quality was clear and bright, and very beautiful. After the song was finished, the lingering sound lingered around the beams. It took a long time before people inside and outside the palace cheered in unison, and the sound shook the roof tiles.
Everyone knows that Liu Duoer and Wu Wa are fighting, but a few days ago there was no clear winner between the two, and then Liu Duoer gradually came to the disadvantage. Now Wu Wa sings with clear voice, as if she were lucky. And singing and dancing are exactly the same.
She would definitely challenge Liu Duoer's strongest point, so everyone looked at her.
Unexpectedly, Liu Duoer was so drunk that she cheered with her, but had no intention of responding. Lu Renjia couldn't help twirling his beard and smiling, with a look of pride in his eyes as he said: "Miss Duoer, Wu Xingshou has already sung.
A song written by me can be regarded as an invitation to others. Miss Duo'er is an expert at singing and dancing, so why not join in the conversation..."
Liu Duo'er smiled lightly and said: "Thank you for your love, but Duo'er is already a little drunk. It is not suitable to sing and dance in front of you at this time. Sister Xue's pipa and Sister Yu's dance are both excellent, not
If you ask two sisters to perform for you, Duo'er should sober up first, and if you have some fun during the introduction, Duo'er will always look ugly."
Xue Ruoshan and Run Jiaoyu were good at playing music and dancing. They were equally famous at first, but they were only inferior to Wu Wa. After Liu Duoer arrived in Bianliang, it took only one year to stand firmly on their head.
Liu Duo'er and the others have always been a little unconvinced. Now seeing that Liu Duo'er's fighting spirit is not strong and she seems to have lost her spirit, the two of them couldn't help but look at each other and smile.
, Xue Ruoshu’s little skill is not worth the Fang family’s smile, so it can be regarded as just a piece of advice.”
Xue Ruoshan said, and walked forward generously. Someone had already moved Jindun and presented a pipa. Xue Ruoshan played the pipa really well. The beads moved on the jade plate, and the clouds and water flowed. The subtlety... Yang Hao yawned.
, his appreciation level for this traditional musical instrument is limited, and he really can’t hear anything.
"Dong, dong dong, dong dong dong..." When Xue Xing finished playing the pipa for the first time, Wu Wa'er and Run Jiaoyu cheered sweetly, and then Run Jiaoyu appeared on the stage to everyone's expectation. As soon as the drums sounded, Run Jiaoyu faintly
She tilted her head, frowned slightly, put her sleeves behind her slim waist, raised one foot, and made a gesture. As the music played, Runjiaoyu gently raised her feet, and when she was about to step on them, her hands moved from behind to both sides.
With a flick, the long-sleeved ribbon floats like flowing clouds and feathers, with a shy and charming expression and extremely elegant dance.
"There are beauties in the southern country, dancing with light green waists. At the splendid feast in the nine autumn twilight, flying robes are blowing through the clouds and rain. They are as graceful as orchids and emerald greens, just like swimming dragons. The more beautiful the front stream is, the white willows are stopped by Wu Ji. The slowness cannot be exhausted, and the beauty is beautiful.
Towards the end. The low-lying lotus breaks the waves, messing with the snow and the fiery wind. When it falls, I look forward to it, and I am repairing it and want to fly into the sky. But I am worried that I can't catch it, so I fly away to chase the startling giant..."
This "green waist dance" is very famous. Many geisha performers can dance it, and the guests present are no strangers to it. But there is no one who can dance like Run Jiaoyu with such exquisite skills and perfection. For a while, there was a thunderous sound. Downstairs.
Most of the listeners, like Yang Hao, also yawned because they couldn't see it, but those who heard the wind and came to watch on the water in small boats saw the Runjiao jade sleeves flying from a distance.
If Ruo Jinghong danced, he couldn't help but also cheered loudly.
Lu Renjia always wanted to see Liu Duoer make a fool of herself, whether she was dancing, playing the piano, or chanting a good poem, the few friends he had made with him were ready to find fault and criticize her, they were all
A celebrity, even if Liu Duoer's performance is not inferior to that of the other three celebrities, as long as they are said to be worthless, it will have its own weight in the hearts of others, and many people will inevitably doubt their own appreciation.
If you are at a high level, you don’t dare to praise randomly. This is the authority of the judges.
So as soon as Run Jiaoyu finished dancing, he immediately applauded and said with a smile: "Today is a farewell party for Duke Qin. The four major parades have come to the end and each performed their own unique skills. It is really a charm. Miss Duo'er, now, you should let everyone
Let’s see your talent.”
"How dare you refuse Duo'er?" Liu Duo'er smiled slightly, stood up suddenly, and said in a loud voice: "Master Qin has been awarded the title of Huainan. Hunan and other provinces have promoted three water and land transportation envoys. They have traveled thousands of miles, and everyone is friendly.
Come to congratulate each other, the affection and affection are admirable. The little girl is willing to sing and dance for the adults and all the gentlemen to cheer up the wine. This poem is called Shui Tiao Ge Tou. When will the bright moon come? Wonderful..."
"My maid is here!" Miao Miao suddenly untied the guzheng, placed the guzheng across the corner of the pillar, sat upright, and touched the strings with her ten delicate fingers.
Liu Duo'er slowly pulled out a silk ribbon as white as snow from her sleeve, first loosened her black hair, then tied her hair into a man-like bun, tied the ribbon tightly, and walked forward slowly until she came to
She stood on the railing on the platform outside the building. The sky was blue, the mountains in the distance were as dark as black, and the waves in the lake reflected her slender figure, like a white-robed scholar, slightly raising her delicate chin, looking up at the bright sky.
The silhouette of the bright moon is indescribably moving.
With a flick of Miaomiao's slender fingers, it was as if a clear spring water flowed out from under her fingers. The willow blossoms were raised and dancing gracefully. At the same time, a sweet and melodious singing voice came from her mouth, matching the elegant music.
The sounds blend together perfectly.
"When will the bright moon come? I drink wine and ask the blue sky. I don't know the palace in the sky and what year it was. I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that the towers and jade buildings will be too cold at high places. I dance to clear the shadows. How can I feel like I am in the human world..."
Everyone was stunned. First, they were shocked by Liu Duo'er's singing. She just said clearly "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", but the song she sang was not the familiar "Shui Tiao Ge Tou".
They had never heard this piece of music before, and they had never thought that the music could be sung like this, that it could be sung with such techniques, and that the melody was so graceful and novel, and the melody was as gentle and gentle as the flowing water of a small spring.
Then they were stunned by the lyrics sung by Liu Duo'er: "When will the bright moon come? I ask the blue sky with my wine, I don't know the palace in the sky, what year it is now and then. I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid of the beautiful buildings and jade buildings.
It's so cold at high places. When you dance to clear the shadows, it feels like you're in the human world..." What an extraordinary artistic conception, what beautiful words, and what a wonderful picture.
Especially with Liu Duo'er's graceful and vigorous dance that looks like a scholar in white robes, which is very different from what she has seen before, and the moon as bright as a jade plate in the sky, she seems to be dancing in the moon...
.This dance was indeed created by Duo'er himself. Yang Hao couldn't dance it, but he could tell it. With Duo'er's profound knowledge in dance skills, Yang Hao just described what he had seen and explained a few words.
, Duoer was able to have a sudden enlightenment and create a dance that was very different from the traditional dance style.
Be the first to win!
Lu Renjia and several of his bad friends were planning to criticize Liu Duoer as soon as she started singing. The lyrics were not novel enough, the music was not in tune, the dance was not graceful enough, etc., etc., anyway, they had to do their best.
The attack was powerful. But they had never heard the song Liu Duo'er sang, and the dance performed by Liu Duo'er was also very different from the dances they had seen before. The styles were so different that they could not compare them.
As for the words she sang... no matter how arrogant they were, they would not dare to say that the words were not good. At this time, literati had a paranoid enthusiasm for good words. As long as a scribe could sing a good word, he would be praised.
How much magic is it when dignitaries and dignitaries are treated like guests? At this time, they dare to talk nonsense, just like mesmerizingly watching the people dancing under the moon reciting this eternal song with a voice as clear and beautiful as a lark,
It is estimated that some crazy scholars will pounce on them and throw them into Longting Lake.
"Turn around the Zhuge Pavilion, lower the Qihu household, and the light is sleepless. There should be no hatred, so why do we have to be reunited when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. It is difficult to do this in ancient times. I hope that people will live forever, and we can share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away...
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Downstairs and outside the building, everyone held their breath, fearing that a little noise would disturb them from hearing every word Liu Xingshou chanted. Even Cui Dalang, who seemed to be a simple and simple man, opened his eyes wide and was not at ease.
Dare to breathe. In the crystal tower, there is only one day of starlight and moonlight, and the breeze of the lake, and the beautiful and beautiful voice of Liu Duoer, dancing and singing, ripples like the sound of nature...
"When will the bright moon come? I drink wine and ask the blue sky. I don't know the palace in the sky, what year it is now and then. I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid that the towers and jade buildings will be too cold at high places. I dance to clear the shadows. How can I be in the human world, turning around the Zhuge Pavilion?
There should be no hatred in a low house, and there should be no sleep in the light. Why do we have to be reunited when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. It is difficult to do this in ancient times. I hope that people will live forever, and we can share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away..."
Listening to Liu Duoer's reinterpretation of the song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" with a voice no less sweet than Teresa Teng's, an unspeakable feeling suddenly surged into Yang Hao's heart.
When will the bright moon come? I drink wine and ask the blue sky. I wonder what year it was in the palace in the sky. The buildings and people around me are all scenery that should only be glimpsed in the pile of old papers. However, now I have become a piece of history inexplicably.
The scenery, on the contrary, makes the world I have lived in for more than twenty years seem like a dream.
The only thing that connects my past and future is the bright moon in the sky.
Looking at the moon, it was as if a door had opened in his heart: past and present lives, all sorts of things, came to mind one by one, so clear, yet so far away. The lonely childhood, the confusing university life, the humble clerk like a worker ant,
That cold winter in the Ding family compound, the epic journey to the west...
She has a few freckles on her face, is shy when she laughs, and is a wild senior in bed, Mo Yan, who likes to brag and play mahjong, Director Niu, who is known as the "good money boy", Yang Shi, Dong'er, Xi Zhu'er, Zhe Ziyu
, Luo Kedi, Heron City...
The faces of people who had left him clearly appeared in front of him along with Duo'er's slightly sad and attached singing.
People today cannot see the moon of the old days, but the bright moon of the old days shines on people today.
Hundreds of tastes, a thousand years in a flash, were like a dream for a moment. Yang Hao himself couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in, but he was filled with infinite sorrow and unknowingly, he was crying.
When Qin Yi and Luo Gongming listened to this song, they had another feeling in their hearts: the dangers of officialdom, the separation of relatives, the ups and downs of the world, the joyful gatherings today, the separations and separations tomorrow...
"People have joys and sorrows, separations and separations, the moon waxes and wanes. This is something that is difficult to accomplish in ancient times. I hope that people will live forever and share the beauty of the beauty together thousands of miles away..." Chewing these words that Liu Duo'er chanted repeatedly, they also shed tears unknowingly. Bright and shining.
The same word evokes different feelings in different people. The golden words and silver songs have the same magic power.
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the wine to the sky..." When Liu Duoer sang the last time, Yang Hao unknowingly sang in harmony, and the sour tears slowly flowed to his lips, with a touch of salt...
More people began to join in, gradually converging into a common voice. Those who couldn't remember the lyrics and music gently joined the beat with their hands. Lu Renjia's face was ashen. He was so proud of himself just now, saying that he was talking about using bricks and mortar to attract others. Now that his words have become a prophecy, compared with the poem Liu Duoer recited, his poems are really nothing more than bricks and rubble, worth mentioning.
Wu Wa'er and Xue Yu both looked at each other indifferently: their wonderful words, their self-composed new songs, their novel dance moves, Liu Duo'er's actions wiped out all their proud achievements in one fell swoop.
The red candles were swaying on the table, and the willow flowers were still dancing in the clear light, as if they were in the moon palace.
They all thought of the same sentence: "Can the light of a grain of rice compete with the bright moon?"
"Who wrote this poem? You must know, you must know, tell me quickly, I must meet this person." Liu Duoer sang and danced, and everyone went upstairs and downstairs, inside and outside the building. Still intoxicated, no one cheered or applauded. Bai Letian's super fan suddenly woke up. He grabbed Yang Hao's arm and asked excitedly, with a fanatical light shining in his eyes. He could still maintain some sense at this time and kept his voice very low, otherwise the guests at other tables would probably gather around him.
Yang Hao finally saw the virtues of fans worshiping idols, and quickly said: "Shut up, what kind of place is this?"
"Oh!" Cui Dalang then let go of Yang Hao's tightly grasped arm and still said: "After you leave here, you must tell me that this person... is a true god!"
Qin Yi, Luo Gongming and others upstairs were also excited. Liu Duoer had finished singing and dancing, but before she returned to the banquet, they excitedly went up to her and said over and over again: "Did a girl compose this song?" "I have never heard of it. It's very beautiful. The music is good, the dance is good, and the lyrics are even more wonderful. May I ask, girl, who wrote this song 'Shui Tiao Song Tou'? If possible, I would like to meet this person."
Liu Duo'er followed Yang Hao's instructions and said: "Returning to your lord, this talented man is withdrawn and doesn't like to interact with others. Duo'er dare not disobey, so please forgive me."
Qin Yi hurriedly said: "It doesn't matter, it should be done. Most of the talented and learned people are arrogant and unconventional. It's just a pity that we can't see this talented man's face."
At this point, Liu Duo'er had stolen all the limelight tonight. Lu Renjia hated it to the core of his teeth, but the lyrics Liu Duo'er sang were so shocking that he couldn't think of anything else after whispering to a few of his friends. It can be compared with other short and long words. Even if you can come up with such good words, how can it compare with Liu Duoer's singing, dancing and lyrics?
But Lu Renjia'er is crazy and has a high regard. He has always looked down on others, so how could he be humiliated like this? It's just that Wu Wa'er sang his lyrics, but now Wu Wa'er sang his lyrics, but let him After the comparison, Wu Wa'er's face became shameless, and he felt even more uncomfortable than if he had killed himself.
When he was helpless, he suddenly remembered a song called "Niannujiao" that had made him vomit blood. This song had never been sung in the Central Plains. Maybe it could be used as a rescue. Lu Renjia rolled his eyes and immediately asked Wu Wa'er.