Chapter 644 "The Water of the Yellow River Comes Up from the Sky"
Standing on the podium, Xu Nuo attracted attention in every move he made.
The entire symphony orchestra, under his conductor, moved like an arm and a finger, with smooth rhythm and perfect coordination.
"The Water of the Yellow River Comes from the Sky" starts with Lin Wanqing's pipa solo and Xiao Sa's recitation, and then other accompaniments are added.
Under the conductor of Xu Nuo, the cello and violin are ready to go.
The music pauses briefly and then begins to gradually increase in intensity.
Xiao Sa looked upright and had no manuscript in his hand, but he was correct every word.
“It vibrates and jumps, like a flying dragon, traveling thousands of miles a day, pouring into the vast East China Sea.
The tiger’s mouth and the dragon’s gate form a strange formation in the sky;
People dare not get close to it,
Even the poisonous dragon dare not hide under the water."
Pipa, cello, violin, three strings played in unison.
Xiao Sa began to perform superbly.
Although there were lyrics in front of him, But he didn't look at it once. With his strong memory, he read or sang it word for word.
"Ten miles away, looking up at the smoke rising, it looked like it was burning. The fire fills the sky, making your blood boil.
In fact, when the cold air comes, you will feel cold all over.
It groaned, vibrated, and sent out hundreds of millions of horsepower,
shaking the earth's crust and scattering the dark clouds in the sky! ”
This overwhelming and indomitable momentum, set off by the music, made people’s hearts surge.
The audience wanted to shout out.
Xiao Sa's recitation was so powerful that everyone couldn't help but feel excited.
The audience in the live broadcast room jumped up immediately.
They didn’t expect that Xiao Sa could actually achieve such a level. Such recitation, or rapping, made them call him a god.
“You’re so awesome!”
“Damn, this recitation made my blood boil.”
"He held his head high the whole time and didn't even look at the lyrics. Is this the strength of the CCTV host?"
"These words made it easy for me to pronounce them wrong when I read them, but he actually memorized them."
"Xiao Sa is the eternal god!"
And the promised conductor allowed the symphony orchestra to play again, and the momentum of the melodious music did not diminish at all.
Xiao Sa was still reciting passionately, and the beads of sweat on his forehead were clearly visible.
Regardless of the lyrics, this is the goal Xiao Sa has set for himself.
But in the section "The Water of the Yellow River Comes Up from the Sky", he has more than a thousand words, which is a huge challenge for everyone.
What's more, he not only has to memorize it, but he also has to memorize it in a rhythm that matches the rhythm of the music, with cadences and ups and downs.
Halfway through the memorization, Xiao Sa couldn’t stand it anymore. The live lineup was too huge. Whether he could complete his goal was a small matter, but whether it affected the performance was a big deal.
Many people were staring at his eyes, wanting to see where his limits were.
At this time, Xiao Sa lowered his head and glanced at the lines.
The first reaction of the audience was not regret, but a sigh of relief.
“It suffocated me to death.”
“I didn’t dare to breathe unless he read the lines.”
“Oh my god, I almost couldn’t breathe.”< br>
"It's okay, it's okay. I'll be suffocated if I keep repeating it."
"Xiao Sa is awesome, and his promise in writing lyrics is even more awesome. He's a perfect partner."
< br>Lin Wanqing's slender fingers danced on the pipa, and her voice became more and more urgent.
The pipa is beautiful, but it plays with the momentum of stormy waves.
“Now the people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait have suffered an unprecedented disaster.
The pirates of the East are spreading their murderous poisonous flames in the wilderness of Asia.
So hunger and death, like kala-azar, were contagious on both sides of the Yellow River! "
Xiao Sa's voice was like a loud bell, with endless pain and anger in her voice.
And Lin Wanqing's pipa became more and more urgent, seriously: "Don't have any sorrow and hatred. Life, silence is louder than sound at this time, the silver bottle is broken, water slurry bursts out, and the cavalry protrudes, swords and guns roar! ”
The indomitable momentum and the belief that the brave will win when encountering a narrow road reached its peak in the sound of pipa and recitation.
The pipa and recitation are perfectly combined with the rhythm of cello and violin, which is amazing.
Li Kaixuan's eyes were wet. Regarding that era, whenever he saw it, he felt indescribably moved and burning with anger.
The audience gritted their teeth and burst into anger.
“Since ancient times, countless bloody battles have been fought on the banks of the Yellow River.
Let the bones of the fortresses pile up on your river body, and the blood of Yin Yin dye your river surface red!
But you have never seen the enemy's brutality like today,
and you have never seen the descendants of the Yellow Emperor starting a nationwide mobilization like today. ”
The Yellow River is roaring, the pipa is roaring, and the momentum of the golden horse and the iron horse sweeps across the audience.
If it were not worried that it would affect the performance, the audience would like to stand up and raise their arms and shout.
“Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy! ”
Such a voice echoes in everyone's heart.
Some people's eyes were red, staring at the reporters with plaster flags, as if they wanted to tear them into pieces and throw them into the Yellow River.
Baga reporters only felt chills on their spines and their legs were trembling with fear.
It’s terrible. This is just a concert. Why is there such murderous intent?
The almost substantial murderous intent made their breathing stagnant.
They can only use the law of murder to comfort themselves and give themselves a pitiful sense of security.
The foreign reporters were not much better. They also felt difficulty breathing, as if they were being stared at by something terrifying.
They looked around and found that many people in the audience were crying silently, looking particularly weak. However, it was this group of crying audience that made them feel the chill that went deep into their bones.
They have no doubt that if someone tells the audience that killing is not illegal, they will be ruthlessly torn apart in the next second.
It's terrible, this is a terrible nation.
All foreign reporters made a decision - to return home immediately after the concert.
Every second they stay, their danger increases.
At this moment, they were extremely glad that China had never opened the Equalizer to All Beings. From the way the audience looked at them, they felt that they might not even be able to leave this venue.
"The Water of the Yellow River Comes from the Sky" started again, the orchestra stopped playing, and only the sound of the pipa tearing through the air was left.
"I have never seen 40 million compatriots united as steel as they are today;
Thousands of national heroes shed their blood in order to defend the motherland,
Stories of heroes, Like the raging waves of the Yellow River, as majestic as the mountains!”
Under the morning sun, the pipa played by Lin Wanqing seemed to be burning.
The momentum is soaring into the sky, the Yellow River is roaring, and the pipa is burning.
The audience was so excited that they wanted to roar.
With a wave of his hands, the symphony orchestra started playing again.
The music is melodious and then gradually increases in intensity.
The audience completely understood why the Yellow River Concert had such a huge momentum.
This is music they have never felt before, with shocking power.
Everyone even thinks that this lineup is still too conservative, the configuration of the choir is too conservative, and the audience size seems to be able to be improved.
“They are guarding both sides of the Yellow River and will not let the enemy cross!
They want to bury their crazy enemies in the rolling Yellow River!”
The murderous aura surrounding both sides of the Yellow River is soaring. , the audience was excited and the foreign reporters had chills down their spines.
In the live broadcast room, countless viewers burst into tears. This is the music they want.
In the live broadcast room, there are also very special audiences watching the live broadcast.
“It’s good to promise this young man.”
“I think we can let him come to the Great Hall to perform.”
“I will contact him then.”< br>
A few gray-haired old men decided on a major event in just a few words.
At the scene, "The Water of the Yellow River Comes from the Sky" is still going on.
“You roar and scream towards the wilderness of the motherland, responding to the triumphal song of our great nation’s victory!
Towards the wilderness of the motherland, responding to the triumphal song of our great nation’s victory!”
Xiao Sa burst into tears and gritted his teeth.
Both the performers and the audience had red eyes.
There is hatred in my heart and tears in my eyes.
Such lyrics still have the power to inspire people in this era of rising great powers.
However, when Mr. Guang Weiran wrote this lyrics, it was 1939. At that time, the country was occupied, and the talk of national subjugation was very loud.
In such an environment, he always maintained confidence in victory.
A great man once praised them for "commanding the people of the whole country to fight!"
The power of music is sometimes more powerful than bullets, every note is like a bullet.
It doesn’t matter if the enemy is strong and we are weak, it doesn’t matter if the country falls, and it doesn’t matter if we throw our heads and shed blood. Words and melody can both fight and roar.
Xiao Sa bowed deeply and then quickly stepped off the stage to adjust.
As a reciter, he has a very heavy task, and he is present in every song.
There was no applause or cheers at all, but everyone applauded and cheered for him deep in their hearts.
The live broadcast room is already consecrating him.
Lin Wanqing also stood up and returned to the center of the choir.
Her pipa moved everyone.
Bai Juyi's "Pipa" has finally been embodied at this moment.
Big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate, cavalry standing out and swords and guns blaring, it turns out that what Bai Juyi wrote is true.
"Lin Wanqing, the eternal god."
"The pipa is so amazing, I can't imagine how explosive it would be if Lin Wanqing played the pipa and recited the promise."
"What a pity. , It would be great if the promise can be transformed into three things at once, one conductor, one recitation, one chorus, the picture is too beautiful to imagine.”
“Xiao Sa is already very strong, okay!”
"Indeed, they are all very strong."
“Enjoy the music.”
“This is the third song, right? I can’t imagine how happy the audience is.”
“Woo woo woo, I regret not going to Hukou even more It’s a waterfall, I really deserve to die!”
Xiao Sa calmed down, wiped his tears, turned a page of the script, and took the time to read the next song.
Promise to raise your hands.
He was the most tiring person in this Yellow River Concert. Not only did he have to stand the whole time, but he also had to make precise calculations in his mind, which was extremely taxing on his mind.
After everyone was ready, Xu Nuo glanced at the audience, bent down slightly, waved his hands gently, pinching and releasing his palms.
The camera zoomed in, showing a French horn, and the melodious melody of the French horn sounded.
This is the fourth song "Yellow Water Ballad" and the music starts to play.
Xiao Sa has returned to the stage, with a sad look on his face.
(End of this chapter)