Entertainment: My band is all lead singer

In the following time, everyone strolled around the park and finally sat down leisurely on a green grass.

The girls even brought camping mats.

"How much stuff do you girls put in your bags?"

"Guess?"

The six of them sat quietly and looked at the scenery in the distance.

Next to them, a group of junior high school students were enjoying their picnic with laughter and several teachers watching.

One of the male teachers held a guitar and played the melody. The students clapped their hands and swayed with the rhythm.

"Teacher Wang, one more."

"One more, one more."

The students around started to make a noise.

"What do you want to listen to?" Teacher Wang asked with a smile. As a music teacher, he followed this group of students this time and hoped to leave them with good memories. Wang Qian naturally agreed to these requests.

"We want to listen to "The Wind Rises." The students said in unison.

Hearing this, Wang Qian was a little embarrassed. It wasn't that he didn't know the song. On the contrary, he often heard this song which was extremely popular recently, but they were all clips of short videos. It was not realistic for him to play it completely.

For a moment, Wang Qian was a little at a loss. It was so difficult for the student to choose a song, but he couldn't play it.

At this time, Long Zhan nudged Jiang Yuebai with his arm, signaling him to come over to help.

After being nudged several times by Long Zhan, Jiang Yuebai, who didn't want to get involved, had to stand up.

"Excuse me, teacher, can you lend me the guitar? I can play it."

"Can you?" Wang Qian looked at the young man in front of him who was not much older than his student, half believing and half doubting.

"Yeah." Jiang Yuebai nodded.

"Okay." As he said that, Wang Qian handed the guitar in his hand to Jiang Yuebai, and Jiang Yuebai took it with both hands.

The students around looked at Jiang Yuebai and others curiously.

Jiang Yuebai took the guitar back to the original position, first played a few times to find the feeling, then gave Song Qianyun a look, and the latter immediately understood.

Jiang Yuebai's fingertips jumped on the strings, and the melodious melody floated in the air.

"I stopped and started along the way

Following the traces of the boy's drifting

The moment before stepping out of the station

I was a little hesitant

..."

Song Qianyun sang "The Wind Rises" with the music, her voice clear and beautiful, spreading to every corner.

"Wow, that sister sings so well."

"It's exactly the same as the original singer."

"That brother plays the guitar well too."

"Really amazing!"

When singing the chorus, Long Zhan, Wen Xilan and others also joined in. The singing of the five people was like the wind of youth blowing on the faces of every student and teacher present.

The melody sounded for the second time, and the surrounding students gradually blended in. Although their voices were a little out of tune, they were full of hope and vitality.

"We walked and stopped along the short road, and there was a distance between us. I don't know whether we were touching a story or a mood..." Just like that, on this sunny meadow, the six members of "Mirror Flower Water Moon" sang the song "The Wind Rises" with the students, which represents youth. One of the teachers used a camera to record this beautiful moment, which is their common memory. Many years later, these graduating students were surprised to find that the six people who sang with them at the beginning were members of the "Mirror Flower Water Moon" band. The six people at that time were young and energetic. This memory became a valuable experience for them to show off to their friends, and everyone treasured that precious photo in their mobile phones. Jiang Yuebai and others took the return subway in the afterglow of the sunset. What they didn't know was that some caring people uploaded the tear-jerking scene they shot in the park to a short video, and the melodious and mournful piano sound directly hit people's hearts. The sadness in the song can be felt across the screen, and the ups and downs of the melody are empathetic. "Does anyone know what song this is?"

"This erhu makes me want to cry, it's so sad, what kind of person would like to listen to such a song?"

"Can the erhu be played like this?"

"After watching the video, I have the urge to learn the erhu."

"I cried while listening to it. People of our generation have lit kerosene lamps, watched black and white TV and open-air movies, rode 28-bars, used corn stalks as sugarcane, stole melons at the entrance of the village, and touched shrimps in the river. Everything seems to be yesterday, but it has become a distant memory. The watch drawn on my wrist when I was a child has never been worn, but it has taken away our good times. I want to buy everything in the grocery store, but I have no money in my pocket. When I grow up, I can buy everything in the supermarket, but I don’t know what to buy to be happy. Life is hard, people are hard, and love is even harder!"

"Ya Ya Ya, reward!"

"Who can tell me thatWho is the man playing the erhu? He looks handsome from behind, and he can actually play such a beautiful song. "

"@Erhu Chen Qingquan, master, do you know what song it is?"

Most people who heard the song commented below and wanted to know the name of the song. They couldn't recognize it using the song recognition app, and the song library showed that there was no such song.

Many people also tagged the contemporary erhu master Chen Qingquan below, asking him if he knew!

Later, Chen Qingquan also commented below the video: "This song has not appeared before, it should be an original song. The melody of the song is sincere and moving, with a strong lyrical quality. It has both high-pitched and passionate parts and deep and restrained passages, which can make people feel a deep and complex emotional experience. This song touches people's hearts, and they feel the interweaving of love and pain, joy and sorrow in it. It can be called an outstanding work in contemporary music. "

……

Xia Ziyuan stood in front of a large opera courtyard. Under the simple and elegant door lintel, there was the wisdom and emotion of generations of opera artists. Every brick and tile seemed to tell the past glory.

It was dark at this time, and there was still melodious singing in the courtyard. Xia Ziyuan pushed the door and walked in. Every blade of grass, every brick and tile in the courtyard exuded the breath of history, which was so familiar.

She hadn't been back here for a long time.

She could only see the road in the courtyard through the moonlight. She walked along the road and followed the sound. After some searching, she finally found the source of the sound in the main hall.

In front of her was a middle-aged woman with a charming demeanor, immersed in her own singing, wearing simple clothes, Although there is no makeup on her face, her focused expression has made people feel the charm of opera.

Her gestures are soft and expressive, sometimes they are graceful orchid fingers, sometimes they are sonorous sword fingers, and each fingering seems to tell a different story.

Qin Sijun sang and swayed, turning half a circle, and then saw Xia Ziyuan in front of her. Surprise immediately covered her face, and the handkerchief in her hand fell to the ground.

The moment she saw her mother, Xia Ziyuan was deeply touched at that moment, even if she was willful. The mother who was once so beautiful now has wrinkles.

All her emotions seemed to be surrounded by gentle light, and she felt the warmth of home and the power of maternal love.

"Xiao Jin!"

When she heard her mother calling her nickname, Xia Ziyuan couldn't help it anymore and rushed over to hug her mother.

"Mom."

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back, you see you have lost weight."