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Chapter 713 713 Spring in the Canyon
Walking along a narrow path, the small mobile stereo hanging on Rhubarb's back played cheerful music, and Zhang Yang played a simple but pleasant melody leisurely with a leaf torn from nowhere in his mouth.

With the arrival of spring, the withered and yellow branches and leaves brought by the winter dryness have taken on a new look. The canyon formed by the border of two mountains looks winding and winding, and a thin stream slowly flows down the bottom of the canyon. Go, the small stream looks only 30 centimeters wide, and it seems that it will stop flowing at any time, but anyone who sees the snow-capped mountains in the distance will not believe that this stream will stop flowing.

The elements that make up the scenery of Tongding Canyon are very simple, so simple that people think that it is just a passage formed by the border of two mountains, and even the surrounding vegetation is just a simple big tree, which is not as beautiful as imagined.

But simple and simple, here is really different from those places where people come and go, the scenery that has not been damaged in any way is more authentic, the rocks wet by running water, the lush grass growing beside the stream, and occasionally I saw several budding flowers. It is really rare for flowers to appear so early at this juncture of winter and spring.

Zhang Yang, who was walking leisurely in it, did not intend to use his own feet to verify the vigorous vitality of those lawns, but jumped up and down on the rocks beside the stream along the way, for no reason at all because there is still a long way to go And to save energy, of course, it seems that he will not worry about sprained feet at all.

"Let me tell you, don't look at the simple scenery here, have we walked more than 3 kilometers just now, just wait, I will show you the first one along the way in about 2 kilometers. Small attraction!"

Some fans in the live broadcast room complained that there was no scenery to see and affected the itinerary, and Zhang Yang did not plan to speed up the next 2 kilometers to meet the viewing needs of the fans, just bouncing forward along the bottom of the canyon leisurely Jumping and counting the rocks, occasionally stop on a big rock and sit cross-legged to hum a song.

"Yeah, although there isn't much to see, it seems nice to hear Brother Yang play a song once in a while!"

"Let's just be content, everyone, if you can't see a good view, you're lucky to listen to music!"

"The canyon should be the private plot of the village just now. Sheep a sheep, put a horse or something. After all, few people come to the lower part of the small drum. passed over the cliff."

"Hey, is that a squirrel in front?"

"I seem to see some birds I don't know!"

"It's not bad, I think it's not bad compared to those man-made attractions in our city."

"Okay, okay, this group of people who say bad things are obviously letting Brother Yang get used to it, this group of guys got their appetite from looking at those beautiful places, and now they are looking at these scenery that we rarely see will feel normal!"

Once again, I found a large rock at the corner of the canyon at a distance of four kilometers. Next to the large cross is a small waterfall formed by a stream fault. In the distance is a small lawn. Zhang Yang is lying on him Rhubarb next to him twitched, and actually took out a stick. Looking carefully, it turned out to be the 'Dong Hua Sheng Xiao' in the set of instruments he got last time.

"To be idle is to be idle, you people will never know what spring is, and you still think the scenery here is simple, don't you know that only simplicity is the original flavor?

Well, I'll give you a song "Sea of ​​Spring" while I'm taking a break, which is composed by Japanese composer Miyagi, and I'll give you a good description of what spring in the canyon is. "

The barrage in the live broadcast room suddenly stopped. Many people didn't even think that Zhang Yang would unexpectedly take out a flute, and they didn't even think that he would start it after a brief introduction, without giving anyone a chance. a reaction time.

First, a beautiful theme suddenly sounded in the long canyon. Listening carefully, it seemed that there was the sound of waves beating against the ship, and the music was mixed with the cries of seagulls. It was like a sound painting to show people The vivid charm of the quiet ocean in spring, of course, at this time Zhang Yang is in a forest, the sound of the waves seems to sound like the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves and grass.

After a long melody, Zhang Yang, who was sitting there, suddenly sped up the rhythm. The picture he painted was like the wind suddenly blowing through the grass in the forest. It was so regular, but also full of vitality.

The people in the live broadcast room gradually became intoxicated by the beautiful melody played by the long flute in Zhang Yang's hand. Even when Zhang Yang was intoxicated playing, a figure suddenly appeared at the far corner, as if he heard the melody Someone was playing the flute, and then stopped suddenly. The vigilant Rhubarb raised his head and looked in that direction, but then lowered his head after realizing that the figure seemed to stop still. It probably didn't want to disturb his boss' performance.

Miyagi once wrote in his memoir "The World of Sound": After losing the light, an infinitely complex world of sound appeared in front of me, which fully compensated for my loneliness caused by not being able to touch colors.

At this time, Zhang Yang's performance seemed to immerse everyone who heard him into the rhythm he brought out. Some people said that those with superb skills could hear the color of the sound, but those who listened to Zhang Yang's performance did not need to do so at all. There seems to be a picture, which is the color of spring, white water, green grass, blue sky... It seems to bring people into a wonderful world.

Maybe the expert-level instrumental performance cannot make Zhang Yang reach this level, but it seems that there are also affinity, a hundred birds facing the phoenix, etc. playing a potential role that does not exist in the description.

The song gradually ended, and the picture gradually dissipated. After being freed from the intoxicating picture, the barrage that complained about the bad scenery here seemed to have gradually disappeared. Using the song "Sea of ​​Spring" to make these complaining voices It disappeared, and what appeared next was overwhelming words of praise.

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have said that the scenery here is not good. In the end, Brother Yang slapped me in the face. It's so beautiful here!"

"Haha, the scenery is not enough to play a flute to make up for it!"

"I never thought that "Sea of ​​Spring" can actually make people see the picture of Linhai Canyon Spring."

"Music should be universal. It's just an artistic conception. If the performer blows it out and the listener hears it, that's right!"

"I didn't expect Brother Yang to come here this time with a flute, haha, did he consider that some people don't like this canyon before he came?"

"It's not that exaggerated, I guess I just wanted to play the flute, so I took it along with me... Haha, the more I think about it, the more crooked I am!"

"Hey, look at the distance, there seems to be an old man walking this way?"

(End of this chapter)