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After Zhong Liyun finished, he nodded gently toward Sikong half language, indicating that he could start. Sikong Banyu stretched out his hand and fell on the lyre. With long fingers, he gently stroked the string. For many years, he could not remember how many years he had not played any music. At that time, the Qin was part of him, because the pipa became a part of the cold and green world.

High mountains, streams gurgling, breeze blowing hair, willows Yiyi. On the bluestone board in the mountains, one is holding the piano and the other is holding the lute. There is the whole of life. The elegant and elegant Pipa should be in harmony with the heavy sound of Qin, just like Yin and Yang. At that time, looking at Qingming's smiling face and the gentle breeze waving his hair, he felt that this was his life, and that was enough.

"You..." Sikong Banyu indulged in the memories, slowly closed his eyes, slender fingers gently touched the sound of Gong Shang, which aroused. But after the third note and the fourth note, we suddenly found that there was a kind of sadness, helplessness and sentimentality in the music. However, this kind of sentimentality made people positive, just like a smiling face and heart But it's all over the body.

For most people who don't know much about music, they can only feel the wonderful feeling, as if they were in the scene. As the four tutors on the stage of good voice, they have been shocked and speechless, because they are addicted to the world of music and are not unfamiliar with the realm of music. This is the highest realm of music - music without lewdness, which is also the true meaning of music.

"The moon is overcast and drizzle, and the breeze enters the window. Bean fire sways, so the shadow of the old man is yellow. Angry, dim eyes, empty tentacles, self injury. Only look up to the sky and sigh. Tears are overflowing. Don't hang your face and lift your cup. "

The beautiful voice of Zhong Liyun sings a faint sadness. The beautiful voice, falling in the ears of people, has become a kind of independent sentimentality, and men and women are not the same. What men hear is that a man stands alone in front of the window on a cold wind and drizzle, and his heart turns into strong wine in his hands, and his tears do not belong to men, But sorrow is still in my heart.

But what the woman hears is a kind of inexplicable sadness, drinking and speechless, just like "the stranger blooms, can slowly return." The light chant, the kind of love and acacia, only belong to the burning of liquor into the throat, can be suppressed for a short time.

"Raising a glass to invite the moon is full of shadows. There is no master in the world. A man says he is a hero. Iron sword, golden sword, angry horse, overlooking the world sunset red. If you live alone as an emperor, you will be a tyrant. How dare you lead the country

The song changed suddenly, and the horses neigh and roared on his dim back. The emperor looked down on the world and explained the struggle life of a good fighter in the beautiful song. This voice is less of a soul grabbing fury, but more of a kind of softness. Yes, it needs softness. Although the speech is a laugh at the general situation of the world, but only the emperor, he won the world.

But he is also the one who drinks alone for sorrow.

"Looking back on the world, when you step on ten places and nine days, you can catch the wind and hang the clouds, and hold your son's hand to murmur. With white sails and sand in the wind, there are only a few of them in the world

I wake up in tears. If you are willing to be her gossamer. Hateful, the moon has been shining on the horizon of others. "

The song of Zhong Liyun falls down slowly, and the sad and dreary music of Qin also slowly indulges, like a heart of regret, sinking into the abyss of pain, unable to find the one who belongs to himself.

"Hum..."

Finally The sound of the piano stopped suddenly, and there was no sound. But Zhong Liyun, but still silent in this "atonement", tears quietly hung on the face and did not know. She saw the lyrics and knew how to sing the song. At first, she just felt that this ancient song had a deep flavor. It told about a man who went to war with his beloved woman. When he came back, he had already passed away, and the man became an emperor, but he could not cry or laugh. She could only put wine into the moon, into the autumn night, and into the wind of the world It is sad and sad.

But when she sang this song, she suddenly found that what she saw was just a surface. It was a sadness of celibacy, a kind of painstaking pain. It was the resentment that I did not allow heaven and earth, and the heaven and earth also did not allow me to hate. At the same time, it was the endless regret among wordless.

She seemed to be in the scene. Seeing the man drinking alone under the moon, she drank more and more. Her silent face was covered with the heart that could not be revealed. The pain that can cry is not pain, but the pain that can not cry is just like the rush.

She turned her head and looked at the masked man in the spotlight, sitting there quietly, her hands gently pressed on the string, as if completely frozen, motionless. Vaguely, Zhong Liyun saw the only one he could see in his eyes, there was a flashing reflection in the light - he was in tears.

"Is this song his own?" Zhong Liyun asked herself, although she told herself that the pattern of this song could not exist in today's democratic society, there was a voice in her heart saying that this is a story that belongs to him, a life that belongs to him. What kind of face is it under the mask? Maybe it will be that - living alone as an emperor, with the power of a tyrant, dare to follow the rule of the earth?"Pa pa pa..." A burst of applause, all those who indulged in it were awakened. In an instant, the whole scene burst into thunderous applause.

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