Except for the conductor Yi Xiaochuan and Zuo Yu, everyone in Class Nine was equipped with a microphone, which made it easy to imagine how loud the sound would be if they sang in chorus.
But as Yi Xiaochuan's baton moved, Wei Dongkui sat on the piano and suddenly played a rapid melody. His fingers moved very fast, but no one could hear what he was playing, but Wei Dongkui's performance attracted everyone.
Attention was drawn in.
The rhythm of this tune is rapid, but brisk and smooth, like a running person. It seems rapid, but it is very rhythmic. When the music becomes soothing, it is like gurgling water.
At this time, Yi Xiaochuan's baton was rhythmically matching Wei Dongkui's performance. Although everyone thought the music was pleasant, was Wei Dongkui the only soloist in Class Nine? So what were the others doing on the stage? Are they acting like a fool on the stage?
The vase is not ready?
Obviously not. Then Yi Xiaochuan's baton started to move again. Zuo Yu suddenly stood on tiptoes and danced in the open space left in front of the stage. The combination of the piano and Zuo Yu's dancing postures formed an extremely perfect
The rhythm is such that one cannot tell whether Zuo Yu's dance follows the music, or whether the music follows the dance, or whether the dance and music follow Yi Xiaochuan's baton.
But no matter what, everyone felt that this scene was extremely beautiful, and they were so perfectly combined. However, as Yi Xiaochuan's baton moved, other instruments suddenly joined in. The most incredible thing is that the sound of this instrument
The addition is not sudden, but follows the ups and downs of the piano rhythm and joins in naturally.
This is the Chinese classical musical instrument Erhu. The person playing the Erhu is Wang Ziwen. He seems to be feeling the music with his eyes closed, and seems to be following Yi Xiaochuan's baton.
The piano is a Western classical instrument, but the erhu is also an instrument with a long history in China. Playing and playing perfectly combines Chinese and Western styles. Zuo Yu's body moves in a certain way. Although he has no makeup, it makes people feel like a
The ancient Chinese beauty seems to be dancing a neon dance, but it seems that some changes have been made to suit the song.
Then an even more surprising scene happened. With the ups and downs of the tune, different instruments joined in one after another. Although some people's instruments were a bit awkward to control, their shortcomings were perfectly integrated by the sounds of the surrounding instruments.
When all the instruments started playing under the conductor of Yi Xiaochuan, the entire music style became high-pitched and intense, seeming to convey a feeling of wanting to explode, but yet being extremely depressed, making people's hearts follow the melody. At this moment
Everyone was quiet. Music was lingering in their ears. As they watched Zuo Yu dance, a resonance suddenly arose in their hearts, as if there were soaring flames burning in their bodies, as if they wanted to shout.
However, the rhythm of the music prevented them from shouting. It seemed that something was suppressing them. The whole tune was ups and downs, getting higher and higher. It was like they wanted to shout, but were suppressed in the end. They wanted to shout, but were suppressed in the end.
, until they feel like they feel depressed in their hearts.
Yi Xiaochuan's baton moved, and all the instruments suddenly stopped, leaving only the sound of the Chinese guqin. The person playing it was Su Xiuxiu. Yi Xiaochuan's baton moved towards her, playing the beat for her.
At this moment, people's voices suddenly sounded on the stage. At this time, they finally knew what the people standing in a row without instruments were doing, except that they were not singing in chorus, but singing solo.
"Those ignorant stories"
"That hazy feeling"
"That heartless indulgence"
"That carefree youth;"
Everyone standing in a row sang a line in turn, and when each person sang, the instruments corresponding to them were different, as if to make up for the shortcomings of the sound, and Zuo Yu still danced with the music, her dancing posture and singing voice
Matches the music.
"In those violet-colored years, there was always some indescribable subtle sadness, like pure white dove feathers, gently sweeping over the soft heart."
"In those green years, there were always some wild and gorgeous fantasies, like the messy and rapid heavy rain, which excited the summer of eighteen."
"Thinking about the little details of youth can make the corners of our mouth curve and create soft waves in our hearts."
"Youth is always so pure, like the green grassland exuding astringent fragrance in dreams, so clean and beautiful; also like the blue and pure sky, with just a trace of floating clouds."
After singing this sentence, Yi Xiaochuan's baton suddenly rose, and all the tones suddenly began to harmonize, and the playing, playing, singing and dancing were perfectly combined.
At this moment, all the students stood up. The lyrics just described them. The depression just now was like their rebellious youth, suppressed by various melancholy. Every time they wanted to shout, they were suppressed in the end. In the end, they could only calm down.
, but facing more and more depression, they waited for this long-lost explosion and burning.
Just like the music, they all stood up and their blood boiled. Although they didn't know what would happen next, they were excited to know what would happen.
Youthful love, we have colorful colors;
In youthful love, we let go of our many dreams;
Youthful love, our free and passionate running;
In youthful love, we bloom with endless vitality;
Youthful love, we have infinite infinity...
When the last chorus was completed, the music reached its greatest climax. The students stood up and silently followed the rhythm. At this moment, they seemed to be burning and wanted to burst out all the energy in their bodies.
The music repeated, but this time they did not sing solo, but everyone sang the previous section together. At the end, the climax slowly descended, and the instruments began to stop playing one by one. There was no abruptness as expected, and it felt so natural. Students
They also sat down silently, as if after burning.
The solo of the instrument, Zuo Yu's dancing, and finally everyone's solo singing.
With youthful love, we have colorful colors; with youthful love, we let go of our colorful dreams; with youthful love, we run with freedom and passion; with youthful love, we bloom with endless vitality; with youthful love, we have unlimited infinity
........
Until Yi Xiaochuan's baton stopped, leaving only Zuo Yu's solo dance, Wei Dongkui's piano music and Su Xiuxiu's guqin sound, an almost poetic scene suddenly formed on the stage. Everyone felt so enjoying and enjoying this scene.
There was a moment of silence until it was over, and when the curtains were drawn down, there was still a long silence in the stands.
"It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful!" Kate was the first to react. She stood up and applauded. Only then did the people in the stands react. The crowd burst into thunderous applause. At this moment, Class 9 conquered all
In the hearts of students, this youthful love interprets what they are thinking and the depression in their hearts, and it also brings about a long-lost explosion for them...
"You know, I never thought that I would see and hear such perfection here. Never, are they really your students?" When Kate sat down again, she was as excited as a little girl.
, always praising it, "This is the real art."
"Yes, they are expressing their own hearts." Canglong replied. Canglong was also very satisfied with this performance of playing, playing, playing, singing and dancing. He even never thought that Class 9 could perform so well, which was far beyond the performance.
beyond his expectation.
"Oh, my God, I can't believe it. They are just a bunch of 18-year-old kids. I can't believe they are so good. I finally understand why you want to stay in China, because they are so cute."
Miss Kate couldn't seem to find any words to describe it, so she could only use cute.
And the students around them didn't know why this beautiful foreign woman was more excited than them. Could she also experience the taste of youth?
At the same time, Sun Liping, who was sitting in the stands of Class 9, seemed to understand what he had asked Cang Long. This was the real number one, the number one in his heart.
The school leaders and parents were talking a lot, especially the parents of Class 9. The scene just now made them feel incredible, because they never dared to think that their children could be so outstanding, and they never dared to imagine that it was them.
played by children.
"What a youthful love!" Secretary Yu didn't know whether she was happy or angry, she just watched all this quietly.
The people of Class 9 returned to the stands again. Originally, the judges should give scores after the performance, but the performance of Class 9 made the judges whisper to each other. Although they knew that Class 9’s performance was excellent, they did not put on makeup. They also performed
The theme is different from the theme set by the school for New Year's Day. Just for this reason, the score will definitely be very low.
However, their performance really impressed everyone. If they really got a low score, the students would probably not be able to help but scold them.
"Number one in class nine!"
"Number one in class nine!"
The judges were still hesitating, but the students shouted, and it was not students from Class 9 who were shouting, but students from other classes in the third grade of high school. At first, there were only a few people, and then the entire first, second, and third grade students were shouting,
This made all the students in Class 9 stunned.
In fact, what they want is not to be number one in name, they just want to show themselves to parents and teachers.
The voice of the No. 1 student in Class 9 resounded throughout the auditorium, almost reaching a boiling point. All the students seemed to have forgotten that they also participated in this cultural performance.
"Quiet, everyone, be quiet, give the judges some time." The presiding teacher hurriedly walked out. If this continues, the city leaders will probably be unhappy.
After a while, the shouts stopped, but at this time the pressure on the judges was increasing. However, thinking of the instructions of the school leaders, they gritted their teeth and lit up their scores one by one.
Eight nine points and two ten points caused an uproar in the audience. In other words, the total score of Class 9 was only ninety-two points. It was absolutely impossible to get first place with this result.
Seeing that the students were about to get excited again, Vice Principal Li hurriedly walked up, picked up the microphone and said: "Class nine performed very well, which is obvious to all, but it goes against the theme of this performance, so the judges gave nine
Twelve points, reasonable!”
Hearing this, the students all wanted to curse. What kind of bullshit logic is this? A performance is just a performance, and there is a theme? New Year's Day is not a special holiday, so what theme is needed?
However, under the eyes of the head teachers of each class, the students had to stop and the city leaders were still there.
"Now, I would like to invite Secretary Yu of the Municipal Party Committee to present awards to the winning classes." Vice Principal Li looked at everyone with a smile, "Everyone is warmly welcomed."
However, except for the teacher in front who was applauding, none of the students raised their hands. It was as if they were saying, I don't want to applaud, so what do you do?
The atmosphere in the auditorium suddenly became awkward. At the same time, a female voice suddenly came from the back. The voice was loud and she said in English: "Wait a minute, what you are doing is so unfair."
Everyone looked here. Canglong looked at Kate who looked angry and wanted her to sit down. After all, Team 9 had gotten what they wanted and had achieved his own effect.
But Miss Kate stubbornly said: "No, this is too unfair. Today I must take back the student who gave you the first place. According to their ratings, this is an insult to art."