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The south of the mountain is south, and the north is sad in autumn

There are grain piles in Nanshan

Sure enough, Luo Yiming still broke out.

The chorus came, and all the emotions poured out like a volcanic eruption.

The music rose again, and the sound of the xylophone rose melodiously, as if shuttling through the valley and the river, at this time, Luo Yiming's voice shuttled between the clouds and mountains and rivers.

The south wind is murmuring, and the north is in the north

There are tombstones in the North Sea

The most classic part of the whole song in the previous life is this paragraph.

Luo Yiming put all his feelings here, and bombarded the audience for a while.

Like a poem, a few lines of lyrics came leisurely, as Han Hong expected, at this point, finally, finally the whiteboard broke out!

The guitar that was playing was put down, Luo Yiming took out his transverse flute at this time, put the flute in his mouth, and Luo Yiming played the music of Nanshannan.

On one side is him, on the other side is the sound of Mr. Hu Yulin's xylophone, the flute and the sound of the piano intersect, the sound is beautiful, accompanied by the embellishment of the live band, like the pigeons in the square are disturbed by the footsteps of tourists, and the next second they all soar into the sky.

The sky was swept away with a bang.

"It's wonderful. ”

"I've never heard such good music. Whiteboard, I'll be your fan from today onwards. ”

"Whiteboard, he's a musical genius. I don't think there is a second person in the Chinese music scene who writes and sings like this. ”

"Yes, it feels like he is singing with life, very emotional. ”

The beautiful music spreads its wings like a dove, whistling in the sky, and the flute of the whiteboard is retracted.

He picked up his guitar and walked towards the front of the stage, the sound coming through the mask and again.

The south of the mountain is south, and the north is sad in autumn

There are grain piles in Nanshan

The south wind is murmuring, and the north is in the north

The North Sea has... tombstone

Turning around, the voice continued.

The south of the mountain is south, and the north is sad in autumn

There are grain piles in Nanshan

The south wind is murmuring, and the north is in the north

There are tombstones in the North Sea

Each time, the voice was an octave higher, and the elongated voice was extremely vast, piercing through the thick voice like clouds, soaring infinitely, infinitely.

is no longer the decadence and helplessness of the previous time, as if he has obtained the hope of a new life, he issued an impassioned cry, he wants to break through the shackles of fate at once, and bravely strive for his own happiness.

Luo Yiming held the guitar, and every stroke of his hand was perfectly connected with the timbre.

And that sound made the audience follow the excitement and follow the encouragement.

Everyone also saw the strength of the tabula rasa, he is not only a low-chanting and shallow ballad, even if it is a decibel raising, he can also control the sharp ballads.

He will definitely be the leader of the future in the field of folk songs!

He definitely proved with his strength that I am strong and I am crazy!

"I have to say, judging from this song, the tabula rasa does sing well, he is a talented person. ”

Han Hong rarely rejects a person and then overturns her own original opinion, but the tabula rasa does it.

This song Nanshan Nan made Han Hong reacquaint herself with the tabula rasa, and she felt that she should take back her previous words.

"I take back what I said before, a person who can sing such music, he can be crazy, he should be crazy. ”

Han Hong's evaluation attracted cheers and applause from the scene.

Of course, this applause should also belong to Luo Yiming's honor.

"In the previous issue, I said that the arrogant must have something extraordinary, and today's whiteboard did not disappoint me. It's so good, I think about the singers who sing ballads in my head, but I still don't know who he is. ”

Wang Fei also knows many singers who sing folk songs in the music industry, from Pu Shu, Zheng Jun, to Gao Xiaosong, and Lao Wolf, but the interpretation of this song does not belong to these people.

Chen Yixun said: "This whiteboard is also the one that makes me the most confused, and I don't even have a clue now." His Nanshan Nan has more feelings than the previous Su San song, and I think he may stage a peak duel with the little brother tonight. ”

Li Jiandao: "When I saw Yilu between the two of them, both of them were people who could sing with love, and they did have a fight. ”

Lin Junjie said: "I like this Nanshannan very much, and I have this song in my mind now." ”

Not only is the six judges unanimously optimistic about the tabula rasa, but the audience friends on the scene, including the audience friends in front of the TV, also started a national discussion on the tabula rasa at this time.

In the theater.

Mei Lao and his friends are watching the masked singer.

The musicians in the other circles were racking their brains to figure out who this tabula rasa was, but Mei Lao looked like he saw through the red dust.

"Teacher Hu Yulin is cooperating with the whiteboard on the top, so Lao Hu must know who the whiteboard is, and we must ask him when we come back. ”

Teacher Mei Baojiu smiled and said, "Looking at the momentum of the whiteboard today, do you think you still need to come back and ask him? The whiteboard will definitely win this round, and if he wins again in the next round, he will complete the unmasking." What else do you ask? ”

Mei Lao's words made several people in the opera garden realize it later, but some people disagreed: "What Mei Lao said makes sense, but I don't think the tabula rasa will become the king of singers in this issue." ”

"Oh, how do you say?"

The old drama bone stroked his beard and said, "You probably forgot, a little brother who was promoted in front of you." I know that Fei Yuqing is very influential in Taipei, and his songs are even more powerful. In a duel with the little brother, the whiteboard may not be able to win. ”

Another said: "I agree with this opinion, but I'm not saying how powerful the little brother is. It's because the performance of the whiteboard is not stable enough, to be precise, it is his song selection, and the audience's preferences are different. Whether he can win or not, the choice of songs is also crucial. ”

Mei Lao didn't say anything.

This reason, he is not easy to refute.

Yes, Luo Yiming lost when he sang Peking Opera, and this Nanshannan tune is very full, and the composition and lyrics are very mature, so he won.

But there are not many such works, which makes it a mystery whether the next round of the tabula rasa can be promoted!

After singing, the whiteboard put away his transverse flute.

Bow towards the auditorium.

"Thank you to Mr. Hu Yulin, a xylophone player, for playing for me tonight. Thank you to all the music teachers for your cooperation, thank you. ”

Compared with the so-called madness of the previous time, the performance of the white board this time was heartfelt and sincere, and he thanked everyone. This subtle little action also won the favor of the audience.

All of a sudden, there were many young ladies who turned fans.

In the previous issue, the tabula rasa only caused hot searches and discussions, but now, the tabula rasa has begun to become an idol in the hearts of some audiences, and he has become a fan.

In the applause and cheers of the audience, Luo Yiming stepped down, and whether he can become the king of singers, first of all, Luo Yiming needs to enter the next round.

"Below, is the time for everyone to vote, three hundred public judges, each of you has one vote in your hands, and six judges, each vote in your hand counts as ten votes, a total of sixty votes. Please be responsible for your choices. ”

"Voting is open. ”

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