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Chapter 251 "Fishing Boat Singing Evening" Part II (Second update, please subscribe)

The sound of the guzheng became more and more melodious.

At this moment, Lin Xuan, under the influence of the memory engraving function, has become more and more immersed in the artistic conception of the song.Even unknowingly, he has played a level far beyond his previous life.

Fingers fly.

Concentrated expression.

Notes jumped out one by one and spread all over the stage.

Right now.

Lin Xuan's fingers gradually speeded up, and the music became more and more cheerful, as if the fishermen in the distance saw the sunset and started to speed up their boats.The blue waves are endless, the afterglow is reflected, one after another fishing boats start to break through the waves, and the singing is rippling in the air. What a fascinating picture it is...

Even Meng Chenyao was mesmerized by it: "Beautiful! So beautiful!"

At this moment, Lin Xuan has entered the second section from the slow beat of the first section of the tune.

Everyone's original leisurely mood suddenly became faster.

There was excitement in someone's eyes.

Someone's hands trembled slightly.

Some people dare not breathe.

Some people are fascinated.

After the initial peace of mind, at this moment they have been completely mobilized by the melody of the Guzheng music, and have sunk into an indescribably beautiful artistic conception.

The sinking of the soul made it almost impossible for everyone to extricate themselves.

In fact, what Lin Xuan said is correct, compared to the timbre of the piano and violin.The melody of Chinese folk music can resonate more with the public, because the melody played by Chinese folk music and the artistic conception rendered are the closest to our ordinary life.

At the scene, someone has already issued a low exclamation.

"This artistic conception is too beautiful."

"My God, there is really an illusion of being integrated into the song."

"Close your eyes and feel the rhythm of the music, you can really see a beautiful picture."

"Simply, this is my Chinese folk music."

"Indeed, I used to think that the piano is nice and elegant, but I really can't empathize with it. I can only keep it at a respectful distance. But this guzheng piece let me hear the life atmosphere of ordinary people in China. This is the real music integrated into life. Make my heart flutter."

Lin Xuan is still playing.

Just when everyone thought that the melody that makes everyone intoxicated at this moment is already the limit of this guzheng piece.

Right now.

I saw a bright light bursting out of Lin Xuan's eyes, and the speed of playing with both hands suddenly accelerated, turning into phantoms like magic.

The two hands are almost reaching the limit, paddling on the guzheng.

At first, everyone thought it was just an ordinary fast pace.

However, suddenly, the stream of melody flowing from Lin Xuan's fingertips seemed to turn into a giant wave.

fast!
accelerate!

Speed ​​up!
Waves one after another were superimposed together, forming an invisible shock that rushed over, drowning everything and sweeping everything!
boom!
The atmosphere on the scene exploded in an instant, and everyone stood up, looking at the young man in the center of the stage whose hands had turned into overlapping shadows with fiery eyes.

The momentum contained in the melody, like a volcanic eruption, rushed to the sky!
That kind of blazing!

That passion!

That roaring feeling instantly overwhelmed everyone's hearts.

Its majestic momentum is irresistible!

The beautiful melody with a strong sense of rhythm rises layer by layer.

Phonotype module!

Variations!

The rhythm of great style is blended together to form a loop.In the fierce zither sound, the image reflects the sound of oars, oars and waves splashing, and the speed becomes faster and faster, and the intensity continues to increase.

There is a scene in front of everyone's eyes, that is, thousands of boats are competing for the flow, thousands of boats are advancing side by side, countless flying boats are rushing from a distance, and the dense shadows of the boats drown everything.There is a vast expanse of blue waves, and as far as the eye can see, it is full of fishermen singing and radical scenes.

Everyone's heart seems to be beating faster and faster with the melody.

Short of breath, just staring at the center of the stage.

At this moment, I saw the oncoming monstrous climax suddenly cut off.

The music became gentle again, as if all the boats had stopped in front of the pier.

The soft ending sound slowly flowed out, gradually ending...

on the stage.

Lin Xuan's originally calm face turned rosy, and it was not easy to play this piece perfectly.Especially at the climax, the burst of wrist strength and the catharsis of artistic conception cost him a lot of energy.

But when he finished playing, he found that his heart was extremely comfortable.

It was a kind of soul cleansing.

He took a few breaths of relief to calm down the turmoil in his heart, then stood up and bowed to the audience: "Thank you everyone."

There was a moment of silence.

then.

Like a bomb falling into a deep pool, a huge sound wave splashed.The tide of applause seemed to overturn the stage, accompanied by exclamations and screams.

"My God, this Guzheng music!"

"I actually felt the stirring of my soul just now."

"A piece of music that made me feel intoxicated by the beauty of the sunset in the front, and made my heart almost explode in the back."

"It turns out that Guzheng can also be so graceful and passionate."

"Especially the artistic conception, when you close your eyes and listen, it's really beautiful."

"Brother Xuan, play it again!"

"Brother Xuan, play it again!"

"Brother Xuan..."

The monstrous sound waves gradually gathered into one sound.

But the host didn't speak to control the field, she was also dumbfounded.

Such an exciting guzheng song deserves everyone's excitement for it.

at last.

Amidst the voices of the crowd, Meng Chenyao stood up and looked at Lin Xuan with an extremely complicated look in his eyes: "Lin Xuan, is this guzheng piece of "Fishing Boat Singing Evening" original for you?"

Lin Xuan nodded: "Yes."

Meng Chenyao asked, "What is the inspiration?"

Lin Xuan: "The fishing boat sings late, and it rings on the shore of Pengli. The geese frighten the cold, and the sound breaks the Pu of Hengyang."

This passage was excerpted from Wang Bo's "Preface to the Pavilion of the King of Teng", but the people present did not know it, only Liu Jihong and other literary masters suddenly showed extraordinary brilliance in their eyes.

They looked at each other, their hearts trembled.

The export is a chapter!
Meng Chen's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed: "What a poem! What a "Fishing Boat Sings Evening", even if this Guzheng song is placed in the long river of Chinese history, its beautiful melody is enough to be included in the top five! Even in terms of being close to the people degree, in terms of beautiful artistic conception, in terms of tranquility and fierce impact, it is fully qualified to be ranked in the top three!"

When Meng Chenyao was talking.

The barrage in the live broadcast instantly skyrocketed.

"What? Is this guzheng song original by Lin Xuan?"

"I just said I've never heard of it before."

"Sure enough, it's original again!"

"I was dumbfounded. I thought Lin Xuan was just going to show us the beauty of folk music, but he played an original guzheng piece directly? And it was praised by master Meng Chenyao as enough to enter the classic Chinese folk music?"

"It's so sweet, even at this moment my heart is beating violently."

"I have almost never stopped playing the guqin before. I have only seen stars who play the piano and the violin in various variety shows. This is the first time I have heard Chinese folk music. It turns out that Lin Xuan was right. Weaker than Western music. Even personally, I prefer the elegant and melodious national musical instrument like Guzheng.”

live stage.

"Old Meng, thank you."

Lin Xuan was not polite and accepted all of Meng Chenyao's compliments.

Now is not the time to be polite, and he knew that "Fishing Boat Singing Evening", which was praised as one of the top ten famous guzheng songs in his previous life, and ranked only after "High Mountain and Flowing Water", was completely worthy of Meng Chenyao's praise.

Originally, Lin Xuan wanted to play "High Mountain and Flowing Water".

However, after careful consideration, he gave up the idea.

First of all, he is not very familiar with "High Mountain and Flowing Water". Unforeseen problems will easily occur if he plays it rashly without rehearsing. Even if he has the function of memory reproduction, he dare not take the risk of playing this unique piece through the ages.

Secondly, he feels that in terms of artistic conception, "Fishing Boat Singing Evening" is actually more suitable for the lives of the general public, and it is easy to resonate with everyone.

That's why I finally chose "Fishing Boat Singing Evening".

At this moment, he did not sit in his seat.

Instead, he still stood in front of the quaint red sandalwood guzheng, and looked at the audience who had spoken before: "Sir, can this folk music be comparable to the perfect Western music in your mind?"

(End of this chapter)