Textbook-level characters sat on chairs, wandering in the fusion of musical instruments, performing this wonderful prelude.
Lyrical yet majestic.
In the back, students from the Conservatory of Music and young artists from both sides of the Taiwan Strait, dressed in neat suits or white skirts, stood upright with smiles on their faces and hummed the melody of "My Motherland".
It blew like a breeze, kicking off the show and bringing everyone to that cruel yet beautiful era.
"On the land of China, there is a voice that has always accompanied the footsteps of progress, singing loudly..."
Amid host Li Guohui's rich voice, a figure slowly walked to the center of the stage.
She has silver hair and walks unsteadily, but every step is extremely steady. Time has left traces on her face, but she is still very energetic. Even though she is eighty, her waist is still straight.
I don't know whether it's because of excitement or other reasons, but her hands are shaking slightly, but her typhoon is very good and her aura is extremely powerful.
She came to the microphone and smiled, just like she had done decades ago. She looked at the audience below with a smile on her face. 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, getting louder and louder.
Pairs of eyes were full of passion and excitement. Some old people looked at Zhang Xia, their eyes moistened unconsciously and their bodies trembled slightly.
After looking into Zhang Xia's eyes, several old people applauded and nodded desperately.
In a war-torn era.
Music can give people the strength to explore the light of dawn in despair and darkness.
In peaceful times, music is a kind of power that allows them to work hard and create a prosperous world with their hands in the midst of hardship and poverty.
After experiencing these years, they could see their old friends singing on stage again, and naturally they couldn't suppress their emotions, causing them to surge out.
National singer Zhang Liyang, Chinese tenor educator Li Shuangcheng, national vocal music professor Zhou Tong...
Amidst the applause, several contemporary singers from behind slowly came over and surrounded Zhang Xia, like stars holding the moon.
They are either her juniors, her students, or her classmates.
The lights flicker and shine like starlight.
There were bursts of exclamations on the Internet. Even though they knew that this was a grand event where gods fight, they were still shocked by this amazing card, which almost attracted all the most outstanding musical talents in China to this stage.
The applause gradually subsided.
The melody of the prelude becomes more and more beautiful.
Under the spotlight of everyone, Zhang Xia slowly walked to the microphone and raised her head slightly.
【A big river has wide waves
The wind blows the fragrance of rice flowers on both sides of the bank
My family lives on the shore
I'm used to hearing the boatman's slogans
I’m used to seeing white sails on boats]
No one would have thought that Zhang Xia could still sing on stage at the age of eighty-two...
Unexpectedly, her voice remained unchanged, as gentle as it was decades ago.
The moment she started singing a verse, a scene seemed to echo in front of everyone's eyes...
In the picture, the river bank is sparkling, and the rice flowers on both sides are blown up. The rice flowers move with the wind, and their golden color is swaying like waves.
A boat came quietly, and under the light of morning light, it parted the calm river water, sang folk songs, and sailed into the distance with a happy smile...
In the distance, the clear water stretched to the sky, scattering waves in circles, and then gradually returned to calm...
………………
"This song is amazing!"
Tang Xiao listened to the singing.
I was immersed in the picture depicted in the song and couldn't extricate myself.
She murmured to herself, especially when she heard Zhang Xia singing the lyrics affectionately, she felt as if the beautiful part deep in her heart had been gently touched, and she instantly got goosebumps.
Hearing Zhang Xia's master-level singing live was completely different from the feeling I had in the animation "That Year of the Rabbit".
The same song, sung by Victoria Song and sung by Zhang Xia, are actually completely different concepts...
One focuses on the song itself, while the other goes beyond the song itself and depicts all the artistic conception and beauty behind the song.
Behind her, Song Qianqian, who was singing the accompaniment, was inevitably shocked. She vaguely saw the not-so-tall figure in front of her, and unconsciously began to feel a little bit ashamed of herself.
She has been singing very hard.
But……
No matter how I sing, I can't seem to sing Zhang Xia's flavor.
She knew that it was the accumulation of years, and she also knew that this was a realm of music that she might find difficult to achieve in her life.
She unconsciously looked towards Zhou Yang, who was sitting in the front row not far away.
My heart became even more complicated, and I even felt that singing this song was a waste.
How could she deserve to stand next to such a senior figure and sing the lead?
This emotion surfaced for a while and then was suppressed again.
She saw that Zhou Yang seemed calm.
Everyone was in high spirits and their emotions were extremely high, but Zhou Yang was not affected in any way and just looked at the stage.
Somehow, under the inexplicable halo, Zhou Yang seemed to become even more ashamed of himself.
Not far away, Song Yiyi also glanced at Zhou Yang.
It was as if it was scanned by accident, as if it was a quick glance.
But his eyes are full of thousands of emotions, but these emotions are ultimately classified as devotion to music.
"No matter what, if you can write such music, you are a god!"
"There is someone who we, Zhou Yang, do not deserve to be thanked for..."
"but……"
"Who could write a song like this?"
"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.
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【The girl is like a flower
What a big heart this guy has
To break new ground
Awakening the sleeping mountains
Let the river change its appearance]
After Grandma Zhang Xia finished singing, the national singer looked at every audience member on the stage affectionately, her voice full of passion and high pitch.
Under the lens.
Grandma Liu Ruolan, who was sitting next to An Jianwu, suddenly had a ripple in her calm eyes.
Pieces of dusty memories were slowly uncovered, and following those pieces of memory, her heartstrings seemed to be touched.
In fact, she rarely listens to music, especially the songs composed by young people. She has almost never listened to them.
But the lyrics of this song "My Motherland" moved her, and she unconsciously glanced at Zhou Yang who was not far away.
Just a few lyrics describe an era, and also describe the stories of self-improvement in that era.
those years……
The war in China has just ended, but it is still in an era of poverty, weakness and devastation.
In those years, she received instructions from her superiors to take a group of people and run around in the fields, country roads, and riversides.
Although the sun is scorching, the wind is freezing, the rain is pouring, and the floods are overwhelming...
But they still climbed over mountains and made the world a better place with their simplest efforts.
The melodious melody of "My Motherland" gradually inspires people.
In a daze, the distant folk song in my memory echoed in my ears over and over again, accompanied by a happy smile, blooming like a flower.
【This is the motherland of heroes
It's where I grew up
in this ancient land
There is the power of youth everywhere]
When the people behind her sang this section, Liu Ruolan's heart was shocked, and she felt the most powerful force rippling in her chest.
This power was extremely motivating and surged out with majestic momentum, echoing over and over again in the entire concert hall. Even she was inevitably affected by the melody of the music.
She glanced at Zhou Yang again, and her eyes began to turn to admiration and appreciation.
At this age, being able to write such lyrics that are full of experience and stories is truly amazing!
【Good mountains, good water, good place
All roads are open
Friends are here, have some good wine
If the jackal comes
It was greeted by shotguns...]
on the stage.
Zhang Xia's voice sounded again.
It was not as lyrical as it was at the beginning, but instead became extremely loud and clear. She clenched her fists, her expression was serious and her voice was full of sonority.
The momentum was even more majestic, especially the last part. She sang it with almost all her strength, and you could vaguely see some veins forming on her neck.
During 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 and couldn't help himself.
Next to him, there were also several old people sitting. Those old people were extremely excited, clenching their fists and shaking.
In those years, the Western powers were carving up the land of China, and the weak and incompetent Whip Country signed one treaty after another under oppression that was humiliating and humiliating the country.
The land of China is covered with jackals, and everyone lives in fear and darkness. The great mountains and rivers have been mutilated by gunfire and are filled with howls.
The country does not deserve the country, and the people do not deserve the people.
those years!
The oppressed people finally roared forward, building great walls with their flesh and blood one after another, blocking the groups of wolves, tigers and leopards.
Looking up, the smooth roads are all dripping with blood!
………………
Finally, in waves of neat choruses,
The song finally ends.
Countless applause rang out, some stood up to pay tribute, some wiped tears, while a few old people in the front reached out to the stage excitedly, shaking hands with Grandma Zhang Xia and talking incoherently.
"I hope the morning sun will always shine on our land, and never forget the blood of the martyrs covering the ground."
An Jianwu looked at the stage and said these words.
After he finished speaking, amid applause, he stood up and greeted the stage.