You made me a superstar

Chapter 375 Created again?
on the stage.

Textbook-level characters sit on chairs, wandering in the blend of instruments and instruments, performing this wonderful prelude.

Lyrical yet majestic.

In the rear, students from the Conservatory of Music and young artists from both sides of the Taiwan Strait wore neat suits or white skirts, stood upright with smiles on their faces, and hummed the melody of "My Motherland".

Blowing like a gust of wind, kicked off the prelude, bringing everyone back to that cruel but beautiful era.

"On the land of Huaxia, there is a voice that has been accompanying the forward steps, singing loudly..."

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

She has silver hair, and she walks staggeringly, but every step is extremely steady. The years have left traces on her face, but she is still extremely energetic. Even at eighty, her waist is still straight.

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

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

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

Pairs of eyes were full of hotness and excitement. Some old people looked at Zhang Xia, and their eye sockets were wet unconsciously, and their bodies trembled slightly.

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

In the age of wars.

Music can give people strength to explore the dawn of dawn in despair and darkness.

In the era of peace, music is a kind of power, which allows them to forge ahead in hardship and poverty, and create a rich world with their hands.

After these years, they can see their old friends singing on stage again, and naturally they can't suppress their emotions in their hearts, making them come out violently.

National singer Zhang Liyang, Chinese tenor singer and 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 flickered like stars.

There were bursts of exclamations on the Internet. Even though they knew that this was a grand gathering of gods fighting, they were still shocked by this amazing scene, which almost pulled all the most outstanding music talents in China into this stage.

The applause gradually died down.

The melody of the prelude becomes more and more beautiful.

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

[A big river with wide waves
The wind blows the scent of rice and flowers on both sides

My family lives on the shore

I'm used to the chant of Gong Gong
I am used to seeing the white sails on the boat]

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

Unexpectedly, her voice remained unchanged, as it was decades ago, full of gentleness.

The moment she opened her mouth to sing, a picture seemed to reverberate in front of everyone's eyes...

In the picture, the river bank is rippling, and the rice flowers on both sides are blowing. The rice flowers move with the wind, and the golden color is like waves.

A boat came faintly, and under the light of the morning sun, it opened the calm river, sang folk songs, and sailed into the distance with a happy smile...

The clear water in the distance stretched to the sky, and bursts of waves scattered, and then gradually returned to calm...

........................

"This song is amazing!"

Tang Xiao listened to the singing.

Immersed in the picture depicted in the singing, I couldn't extricate myself for a while.

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

Hearing Zhang Xia's singing at the level of a great god is completely different from the feeling I gave myself in the animation "Things About That Rabbit That Year".

Song Qianqian and Zhang Xia sang the same song, but they are completely different 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 behind the song.

In the back, Song Qianqian, who was singing along with the accompaniment, was unavoidably shocked. Seeing the not-so-tall figure in front of her, she unconsciously began to feel a little ashamed.

She has sung very hard.

but……

No matter how you sing, it seems that you can't sing Zhang Xia's taste.

She knew that it was the precipitation of the years, and she also knew that this was a realm of music, a realm that might be difficult for her to reach in her whole life.

She unconsciously looked at Zhou Yang who was sitting in the front row not far away.

My heart was even more complicated, and I even felt that singing this song was a waste.

How is she worthy to stand beside such a senior figure and lead the singing?

This emotion floated 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 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 took a look at Zhou Yang.

It seems to have been swept inadvertently, as if it was a quick glance.

But the eyes are full of thousands of emotions, but these emotions are finally attributed to the devotion to music.

"No matter what, it is a god to be able to write such music!"

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

"but……"

"Who could write such a tune?"

"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. After posting such a paragraph, no one refuted her words.

【A girl is like a flower

What a big heart, boy
In order to break new ground
Awakened the sleeping mountain
Let the river change its appearance]

After grandma Zhang Xia finished leading the singing, the folk singer looked at every audience 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.

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

In fact, she rarely listens to songs, especially songs created by young people, she has almost never heard of them.

But the lyrics in this song "My Motherland" moved her, and she unconsciously glanced at Zhou Yang who was not far away.

Just a few lines of 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 in an era of poverty, weakness and devastation.

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

Although the sun is scorching, although the wind is cold, although the rain is pouring, although the flood is torrential...

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

The melody of "My Motherland" is gradually inspiring people's hearts.

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

【This is the homeland of heroes
is where i grew up

在 这 片 古老 土地 上

There is the power of youth everywhere]

When everyone in the back sang this chorus, Liu Ruolan's heart was shocked, and she felt the most powerful force rippling in her chest.

This power is very inspiring, surging out like a majestic momentum, echoing in the entire concert hall over and over again, even if it is her, it is inevitable that she will be affected by the melody of the music.

She glanced at Zhou Yang again, and her eyes began to become admiration and appreciation.

At this age, being able to write such lyrics full of experience and stories is really amazing!

[good mountains, good water, good place
All roads are wide

朋友 来 了 好 酒

若 是 那 豺 来 了

There are shotguns to meet it...]

on the stage.

Zhang Xia's voice sounded again.

It wasn't as lyrical as it was at the beginning, but it became extremely loud and clear. She clenched her fists tightly, her expression serious and her voice full of clang.

The momentum was even more majestic, especially the last stanza, she almost sang it with all her strength, and she could vaguely see some blue veins 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 a few old people sitting. Those old people were extremely excited, shaking their fists.

In those years, the Western powers divided up the land of China, and the weak and incompetent Whip Nation was forced to sign treaties that forfeited power and humiliated the country one after another.

The land of China is full of wolves, and everyone lives in fear and darkness. The beautiful mountains and rivers have been mutilated by guns, full of wailing bursts.

The country is not the country, and the people are not the people.

those years!
The oppressed people finally roared forward, building great walls one after another with flesh and blood, blocking the hordes of wolves, tigers and leopards.

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

........................

Finally, in bursts of neat chorus,

This song is finally over.

Countless applause rang out, some stood up to pay tribute, some wiped their tears, and a few old people in front excitedly extended their hands to the stage, shook hands with Grandma Zhang Xia, and talked incoherently.

"I hope the rising sun will always shine on my land, and I will never forget that the blood of the martyrs is all over the ground."

An Jianwu looked at the stage and said these words.

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

Brilliant lights, countless applause, excited crowd...

Scenes of long-lasting scenes of war and turmoil echoed in my mind, and they never dissipated for a long time.

One by one the fallen figures, one by one were bloody, but firm roaring voices seemed to surround them.

He finally let out a long sigh.

Then...

"The song is well written!"

He glanced at Zhou Yang and said such a sentence.

Zhou Yang, on the other hand, looked at the stage silently as if he didn't hear it, 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 may be creating something."

Tang Xiao next to him wiped away his tears and said subconsciously.

"Oh? Create again?"

(End of this chapter)