Goddess of Art Transformation Project

Chapter 357 Please Jun San
This sound moved Zihuang's soft chant, and amidst Chuci's humming, it seemed that it was no longer the sunny noon, but the bright moon in the sky, full moon like a disk, shining brilliantly.

In this song, the listener seems to have entered the poem, ascending to help, raising a glass to invite the moon, and asking the sky with turbid wine.

At this moment, it seems that no matter how the song is sung, it is no longer important. Under the moonlight, riding the wind and above the nine heavens, even if you suffer the coldness of the nine heavens in this carving, it is pure in the wind, It's bone-chillingly cold, and it's so cold that it's in full bloom alone.

Everything is integrated into words, words into paintings, and paintings into scenes, so let’s sink into the scenery of vocal music!

Legend has it that there is a bird that sings only once in its life.

Its singing is euphemistic and sweet, and it is incomparable among all things.

From the moment it left the nest, it has been searching, without sleep, just to find the thorn tree that belongs to it.

On the thorn tree, it sang loudly among the thorns protruding sideways, and the longest and sharpest thorns pierced his body.

At the end of its life, it rises above its pain, and sings, sweeter than a lark and a nightingale can match.

The singing is beautiful, but she died for the song.

Yet everything listened to the song, and even God smiled in the sky.

Because the best things can only be obtained through suffering and suffering.

Although the singing of Chu Ci is not as good as the once-in-a-lifetime song of the thorn bird, it is only for the blooming of a song, but the song used by Chu Ci is "Three Lanes of Plum Blossoms". Although there is no decisiveness in a lifetime, it is full of the elegance of plum blossoms. , feelings of loneliness.

Plum blossoms are the clearest flowers, qin is the clearest sound, and the clearest things written with the clearest sound should have the phonology of Lingshuang.The auditor is listening, and he suddenly swims in the East Pavilion of the Ministry of Water, and is also in the lonely mountain of scholars.

Calm and gentle, it is the sound of heaven and earth; while the fairy wind is gentle and smooth, and the flowers are flourishing, faintly appearing under the fingers.But the new sound has changed a lot, and it is a little more modern, but it is quiet and quiet, and it is also an ancient song.

Although Chu Ci didn't play it, he sang the heart sounds of "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" with the old song of "Plum Blossom Three Nongs". Chu Ci feels that the current tune is more in line with the artistic conception of this song.

While Chu Ci was singing, Zong Lao Bai Lao and Han Lao had closed their eyes slightly at some point, as if they were immersed in the tune, but the most amazing thing about this plum blossom three-playing tune is not the plum blossom posture, but the plum blossoms in the "Three Plum Blossoms" alley".

One lane is called the moon, and the sound enters Taixia.

Raising a glass to look at the moon is not only full of leisurely and vigorous thoughts, but also down-to-earth, elegant and noble, but the sound is gentle, like shoveling moonlight into the water, and the sun has been introduced into the ears quietly. .

But in this calm voice, the boldness of Zhiyue's singing has already been revealed to the fullest, but this sip of the moonlight's wine is too cold to enter the throat.

Second, through the clouds, the sound enters the clouds.

Why does the voice suddenly shriek after being in the world, and the sentences are heart-warming, without any twists and turns. If the first touch is the plum fragrance, and the second touch is the plum branch, the plum branch is hard, but it will be brittle when you break it.

But even if the plum branch is fragile, at the same time it is decisive and full of plum fragrance.

Putting these two together, the Voice of Piercing Cloud has already made this singing sound not like the music in the common world.

Three lanes across the Hengjiang River, and a long sigh across the river.

Flowers make shadows.

Liu Shuiping.

Flowers are not flowers.

Shimizu Bell.

The moon is too clear.

Think too long.

People are too short.

Chanjuan is too cool.

The sighs and sighs in this life are sudden and slight, and the song ends in a few lines, and I don't know if the ending is the end.

There are three kinds of plum blossoms, please take the third one, if the first one is plum fragrance, and the second one is plum branches, then the third one is like the plum blossom falling to the ground and then crushed into dust, but there should be a faint plum fragrance, as before.

After these three tricks, the last sentence "I wish you a long life, a thousand miles of beauty together" comes out, just like the long sigh across the river, revealing all the infinite things in the bottom of my heart in this sigh.

[Back then, I was as proud as grass, and the spring breeze was good every day.When the strength to pull up the mountain is exhausted, the tragic song is played, and Yuxi is drunk, what will happen to the king from now on.

The world does not know sincerity and suffering, and is greedy to watch Qingqingwu.Suddenly retracting the sleeves, but still slim, I am afraid that there is still a song of Chu singing in the song. 】

The recording of the last sigh is over, and the poem is finally over. At the same time, Zong Lao Han and Bai Lao opened their eyes almost at the same time, and at this moment, there was a sudden wind outside the door.

This gust of wind is a little rush, and the rush is also a little messy. No matter how messy the wind is, it is destined to blow over every corner of the imperial capital, with a cool autumn feeling. I can't stop here, because the next gust of wind is also crowding here, so the melancholy thoughts of the previous second may melt into this autumn wind and scatter the world.

But the wind is very free. The more places I have been to, the more I know where I want to go back.

The corners of Han Lao’s eyes were touched by the twists and turns of Chu Ci’s singing, Qianli Chanjuan, or the corners of his eyes were stung by the sudden rush of autumn wind. Like the autumn wind that refused to leave for a second, it got rubbed into his eyes.

Chu Ci saw it in his eyes, but he didn't expect that this old man Han was bold and generous, but he also had secrets in his heart, and he also had emotions that he cherished, but he was usually hidden under this boldness.

Some people listen to the lyrics by listening to the lyrics. The mystery in the words is hidden in the poems, but the poems are also composed of ordinary words. The superficial words will undergo a qualitative change after a wonderful combination. In a similar situation, whether crying, laughing, or sentimental, maybe Mr. Han fell in love with this song and this adverb because of the phrase "I hope you will live forever." It's not about wishing people a long life and sharing the joys and sorrows of thousands of miles, but about the story represented by this sentence in the life of Mr. Han.

"Girl, it's true that you sing this adverb better than you say it!"

The smile on Elder Zong's face was also put away, and he murmured solemnly and solemnly: "I hope you will live a long time, and you will share the joys and joys of thousands of miles. I have been with you for a long time, old man, but can those brothers who fought bloody battles together catch up with me now? Chanjuan?"

The wind is changing, the snow is changing, and the dream of my hometown is broken, so the garden is silent.

Chu Ci's heart sank when he heard Zong Lao's words, and his originally happy state of mind became solemn and solemn.

The soldiers of the family and the country, and the elders of the family occasionally feel in their hearts, but Chu Ci feels that he can only feel a little bit of the thoughts and hearts poured out of this soft murmur. People who have never experienced this kind of heart and sentiment will never be able to empathize with each other. Yes, this sigh is the great and deep love of Zong Lao.

Furthermore, from a literary point of view, the phrase "I wish you a long life and a long journey together, is obviously a wish for your relatives, but it was interpreted by the elder Zong in another way, turning the wish into a longing.

　The moon is too clear.

　　Think too long.

　　People are too short.

　　Chanjuan is too cool.

　　I wrote this chapter with an empty mind, I hope you like it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)