You Made Me a Superstar Chapter 375

on the stage.

   Textbook-level characters are sitting on chairs, playing this wonderful prelude in the blend of musical instruments.

   Lyrical yet majestic.

   In the back, students from the Conservatory of Music and young artists from both sides of the Taiwan Strait were wearing neat suits or white dresses, standing straight and smiling, humming the melody of "My Motherland".

   blew like a gust of breeze, kicking off the prelude, bringing everyone to that cruel, but beautiful era.

   "On the land of China, there is a voice that has been accompanied by the pace of progress, singing and walking..."

   In the rich voice of host Li Guohui, a figure slowly walked to the center of the stage.

   She is full of silver hair and staggers, but every step is extraordinarily steady. The years have left traces on her face, but she is still extraordinarily energetic. Even though she is eighty, her waist is still straight.

  I don't know whether it was because of excitement or other reasons, her hands were shaking slightly, but her typhoon was very good, and her aura was extraordinarily powerful.

   She came to the microphone and smiled, as she did decades ago, looking at the audience below with a smile, her lips moved slightly, as if she had a thousand words to say, but in the end she returned to calm.

   The applause from the audience was like thunder, one after another.

  's eyes were full of fiery and excitement. Some old people looked at Zhang Xia, their eyes became moist and their bodies trembled.

   After meeting Zhang Xia's eyes, several old people applauded desperately and nodded desperately.

  In the age of war.

  Music can empower one to search hard for that light of dawn amid despair and darkness.

  In the era of peace, music is more of a force, which enables them to forge ahead in hardship and poverty, and use their hands to create a prosperous world.

   After these years, they can see their old friends singing on stage again, and naturally they can't suppress their emotions and make them surging out.

   Zhang Liyang, a national singer, Li Shuangcheng, a Chinese tenor and educator, and Zhou Tong, a professor of national vocal music...

   Amid the applause, several contemporary singers from the back slowly walked over to surround Zhang Xia, like stars holding the moon.

   They are either her juniors, or her students, or her classmates.

  The lights flicker, as bright as a star.

   There are bursts of exclamations on the Internet, even though they know that this is a grand event where gods fight, they are still shocked by this amazing card, and almost all of China's most outstanding musical talents have been pulled into this stage.

   The applause gradually subsided.

  The melody of the prelude is getting more and more beautiful.

   Under the attention of everyone, Zhang Xia slowly walked to the microphone and raised her head slightly.

  【A big river with wide waves

  The wind blows the fragrance of rice and flowers on both sides of the strait

  My family lives on the shore

   I'm used to listening to the stern's name

  I am used to seeing the white sails on the boat]

   No one would have imagined that Zhang Xia, at the age of 82, could still sing on stage...

   Even more unexpected, her voice has not changed, just like decades ago, full of gentleness.

  The moment she started singing for a while, everyone seemed to have a picture echoing in front of them...

   In the picture, the river bank is shimmering, and the rice flowers on both sides are blown. The rice flowers move with the wind, and the golden yellow is like waves of waves swaying.

   A boat came quietly, and under the light of the morning light, the calm river was pushed aside, singing folk songs, showing a happy smile and sailing into the distance...

   The clear waters in the distance are connected to the sky, and there are waves of wreaths, and then gradually calmed down...

   "This song is amazing!"

   Tang Xiao listened to the singing.

  I was immersed in the pictures depicted in the singing and couldn't extricate myself for a while.

   She muttered to herself, especially when she heard Zhang Xia sing the lyrics affectionately, she only felt that the beautiful part in her heart was being touched gently, and she instantly got goosebumps.

   Hearing Zhang Xia's singing at the level of a **** at the scene was completely different from the feeling I gave to myself in the animation "The Rabbit That Year".

  The same song, Song Qianqian and Zhang Xia sing, are completely two concepts...

   One focuses on the song itself, while the other goes beyond the song itself, depicting all the artistic conception and beauty to be expressed after the song.

   In the back, Song Qianqian, who sang along with the accompaniment, was inevitably shocked. When she saw the figure in front of her who was not tall, she unconsciously began to feel a little ashamed of herself.

   She has been singing very hard.

But……

No matter how you sing   , you can't seem to sing Zhang Xia's taste.

   She knew that it was the precipitation of the years, and she knew that it was a realm of music, a realm that she may have been difficult to achieve in her whole life.

   Unconsciously, she looked at Zhou Yang who was sitting in the front row not far away.

   My heart is even more complicated, and I even feel that singing this song is a waste.

   How could she stand beside such a senior-level figure and sing along with her?

   This emotion floated for a while, and then was suppressed again.

   She saw that Zhou Yang seemed very calm.

  Everyone was in high spirits and their emotions were exceptionally high, but Zhou Yang was not affected by anything from the beginning to the end, just watching the stage.

  Somehow, under the inexplicable halo, Zhou Yang seemed to become even more ashamed.

   Not far away, Song Yiyi also glanced at Zhou Yang.

   seems to be inadvertently swept, as if it is a hasty glance.

   But there are thousands of emotions in his eyes, but these emotions are finally classified as devotion to music.

   "No matter what, it's a **** to be able to write such music!"

   "Someone we Zhou Yang don't deserve to be thanked..."

"but……"

   "Who can write such a song?"

   "He is destined to be dazzling, not only in China, but also in the world!"

   "His era has just begun..."

   "Please wait and see!"

   Back row.

  Miao Miao posted such a paragraph in the comment area of ​​the video, and after such a paragraph, no one refuted her words.

  【The girl is like a flower

  How broad-minded the boy is

   To break new ground

   wakes up the sleeping mountain

  The river changed its appearance]

   After Grandma Zhang Xia finished singing, the national singer looked at every audience on the stage with affection, and her voice was full of passion and high-pitchedness.

  Under the lens.

   Grandma Liu Ruolan, who was sitting beside An Jianwu, suddenly flashed a ripple in her calm eyes.

   Sections of dusty memories were slowly uncovered, and following those sections of memory, her heartstrings seemed to be touched.

   She actually seldom listens to songs, especially songs composed by young people, she almost never listens to them.

   And the lyrics of this song "My Motherland" moved her, and she unconsciously glanced at Zhou Yang not far away.

   A few short lyrics describe an era, and even more stories of self-improvement in that era.

those years……

   Huaxia has just ended the war, but it is in an era of poverty, weakness and devastation.

   In those years, she was instructed by her superiors to lead a group of people, running around in the fields, on the country roads, and by the riverside.

  Although the sun is scorching hot, the wind is cold, the rain is pouring, and the flood is terrifying...

   But they still climbed mountains and made the world a better place with the simplest efforts.

The melodious melody of    "My Motherland" gradually inspires people's hearts.

  In a trance, the distant folk songs in my memory echoed in my ears over and over again, with a happy smile, blooming like a flower.

  【This is the homeland of heroes

   is where I grew up

   in this ancient land

  The power of youth is everywhere]

   When the group of people in the back sang this section, Liu Ruolan was shocked, and she felt the most powerful force rippling in her chest.

   This power is very motivating, and it surges out like a majestic force, echoing over and over again in the entire concert hall. Even she is inevitably influenced by the melody of the music.

   She glanced at Zhou Yang again, and her eyes became full of admiration and admiration.

   At this age, it is truly amazing to be able to write such lyrics full of experience and stories!

  【Good mountain, good water and good place

   All roads are wide

   Friends come and have good wine

  If the jackal came

   There is a shotgun to meet it...]

on the stage.

   Zhang Xia's voice sounded again.

   was not as lyrical as at the beginning, but became unusually loud, she clenched her fists, her expression was serious and her voice was full of sonorous sounds.

   The momentum is even more magnificent, especially in the last paragraph, she almost used all her strength to sing it out, and vaguely, she could see a little blue veins coagulating on her neck.

   In the live broadcast on the Internet, the camera gave a close-up of the one-armed old man not far away.

   The one-armed old man burst into tears in the camera, unable to be himself.

   Next to him, there were also several old people sitting, who were extremely excited, clenching their fists and shaking.

   In those years, the Western powers carved up the land of China, and the weak and incompetent whip country signed one after another humiliating treaties under the oppression.

  The land of China is full of wolves, and everyone lives in fear and darkness. The great mountains and rivers have become mutilated by guns and cannons, full of mourning bursts.

   A country is not a country, and a person is not a person.

those years!

  The oppressed people finally roared and marched forward, and they used their flesh and blood to build great walls one after another, blocking the groups of wolves, tigers and leopards.

   Looking up, the smooth roads are all dripping with blood!

   Finally, in a neat chorus,

   This song is finally over.

   Countless applause broke out, some stood up to pay homage, some wiped their tears, and a few old people in front of them excitedly stretched their hands to the stage, shook hands with Grandma Zhang Xia, and talked incoherently.

   "I hope the rising sun will always shine on my soil, and don't forget the blood of the martyrs on the ground."

  An Jianwu looked at the stage and said these words.

After    finished speaking, he also stood up and greeted the stage amid applause.

  Bright lights, countless applause, excited crowd...

  The long-term images of the chaotic wars reverberated in my mind one after another, and they never dissipated for a long time.

   The fallen figures, one by one, bloody, but firm and roaring, seemed to be surrounded by them.

   He finally let out a long sigh.

   Then...

   "The song is well written!"

   He glanced at Zhou Yang and said such a sentence.

   On the other hand, Zhou Yang seemed to have not heard it, silently watching the stage, as if he had fallen into a strange state.

  An Jianwu noticed that his fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest of the chair...

   "Grandpa, he might be creating something."

Tang Xiao next to    wiped his tears and said subconsciously.

   "Oh? Create again?"

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