The audience was also directly shocked by this poem.

In the Chinese Han tradition, since ancient times, more attention has been paid to words, and not so much to songs.

Where there is water in the well, there will be singing willow words.

But Liu Sanbian has so many words handed down, but those songs have not been handed down.

Not to mention these small songs sung by Goulanwa, even the original scores of the top ten famous songs have been lost.

The reason for its loss naturally has a lot to do with the lack of attention.

Under the training of the aesthetic system since childhood, Chinese people are much more sensitive to words than melody.

Many viewers on the field, looking at the lyrics on the screen, may not be able to directly understand the specific meaning of the song, and they may not be able to analyze the size of the Tao.

However, they could also dimly feel the meaning of Lin Xuan's expression from that sentence, and they all felt a shock and their eyes widened.

On the barrage, netizens also commented.

"This ...... Seems like a modern poem!"

"I can't say one, two, three, but I feel that the connotation is very profound. ”

"This writing skill is too strong. ”

"We are all from elementary school Chinese, whether the text is good or not, I still have an intuitive feeling, I feel like a bunker. ”

“……”

It is not an exaggeration for everyone to have such a reaction, this "Answer" is a masterpiece of hazy poetry in the last world.

The 80s of the last life belonged to the era of poetry, and it is impossible to count how many people in the country wrote poems.

Among so many poems, this "Answer" can become the first part of the hazy poetry volume, which shows its status and prominence.

The hazy poem has the characteristics of destructive lyricism, and this poem gives a burning feeling of extreme coldness, cold and warm, like a steel nail piercing into the heart.

The trumpet sounds, the sonorous drum beat brings a strong sense of rhythm, and the violin and cello can create a sad atmosphere.

The sound of many instruments is a little louder than before, and the superposition makes the heart surge.

Lin Xuan's voice became firm, and he said in a voice full of strength and rhythm:

"I came into this world

With only paper, rope and back

In order to be before the verdict

Reading out the voices that have been sentenced]

In the first two stanzas of the poem, he first describes the violent and absurd world, and then questions it, and in the third stanza, Lin Xuan puts himself in the position of a "savior", full of personal awareness and responsibility.

Lin Xuan stood on the stage, with a hint of rebelliousness in his eyebrows and eyes, like a fighter fighting alone!

The sound of the instruments is more intense, and the sound of the trumpet brings an uplifting sound, creating a tragic atmosphere.

The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return.

Lin Xuan took a deep breath and his voice was unprecedentedly high, and he let out a powerful shout:

[Tell you what, world.]

I don't—I don't—I believe it!

Even if you have a thousand challengers under your feet,

Just count me as the thousandth and one!]

This small stanza of poetry suddenly shows the courage to challenge fearlessly.

What if there is a mountain of bones in front of us?!

What if it's a moth to a fire?!

Just count me as one thousand and one!

Lin Xuan's voice was filled with a determination that even though thousands of people were going to do it, with a fearless spirit of a moth to a fire.

The audience present was all excited, even their breathing became subtle, moved by the fearlessness and tragedy in the verses, they couldn't help clenching their fists, and felt their blood boiling, and this line of poetry pierced directly into their hearts.

Qin Chu looked at Lin Xuan, who was dressed in black and stood on the stage and let out a deafening shout, a person of his age had already passed the age of boiling blood, but when he saw Lin Xuan pause word by word, he instantly got goosebumps when he shouted out the four words "I! no!

He inexplicably remembered a sentence, "Since ancient times, in the land of Yan Zhao, there have been many generous and sad people." ”

The land of Yan Zhao includes the capital.

Lu Zijian looked at Lin Xuan, the tragic and unyielding emotion in the poem infected him, he felt that the blood in his body was ignited, and his heart was surging.

Many people involuntarily clenched their fists, and felt their hearts twitch together.

Nan Xiang looked at Lin Xuan on the field, looking at Lin Xuan, who was like an ancient chivalrous man with a fearless spirit all over his body, and his eyes became stupid.

The sound of the instrument was excited, and Lin Xuan took the microphone and wandered around the stage.

The sound of the instrument was lowered, leaving only the poignant violin sound, and Lin Xuan's deep voice came out again:

[I don't believe that the sky is blue,

I don't believe in the echo of thunder,

I don't believe that dreams are fake,

I don't believe that death is without retribution. 】

Lin Xuan shook his head and spoke softly, expressing his doubts and denials about this violent world.

The sound of the orchestra rang out again, the sound of the trumpet sounded, and the beat of the drums was impassioned, pushing the mood to a climax at once.

In the last part of the poem, Lin Xuan let out a passionate cry, shouting out those lines full of martyrdom:

If the ocean is destined to burst,

Let all the bitter water pour into my heart;

If the earth is destined to rise,

Let human beings choose the peak of survival again. 】

When the word "peak" was shouted, Lin Xuan had already broken his voice.

These two sentences are full of a heroic spirit of turning the tide and supporting the building.

It was a heroic spirit that even if the world was about to extinguish the fire, I would hold the torch high alone.

Everyone felt a shock from their souls, and the whole person was completely immersed in that tragic emotion.

Lin Xuan himself was also immersed in emotion, tearing the black short sleeves with one hand, and shouted:

[New Turnaround and Shining Stars,

is filling the unobstructed sky,

That's 5,000 years of hieroglyphs,

That's the gaze of people in the future. 】

In the accompaniment of musical instruments and the passionate music, Lin Xuan held the microphone and walked around the field like a madman, tearing his clothes and repeating the last stanza of the poem again:

[If the ocean is destined to burst......]

Cao Yang looked at Lin Xuan on the field with a tragic and tragic emotion, and was completely moved.

From the cold scrutiny at the beginning, to doubt, to denial, to challenge, and then to the challenge, coupled with the orchestral coordination, he felt repulsed and his scalp tingled.

"Lost, lost. ”

Cao Yang knew that he had lost, and the shock brought to him by this poem directly made him throw himself to the ground, and he obeyed every pore of his body.

"A master's work, definitely a master's work!" Dong Jin's face was excited.

Lu Zijian stood up, looking at Lin Xuan's crazy shout on the stage, full of manhood and fearlessness, he felt that his hormones were also ignited, his face was solemn, his fists were clenched, and his heart beat violently with Lin Xuan's shout.

The audience looked at Lin Xuan on the stage, and there was something called worship in their eyes.

The voice of the instrument lowered, Lin Xuan's mood gradually calmed down, he raised his head slightly, with infinite hope and longing in his eyes, and said the last sentence:

[That's 5,000 years of hieroglyphs, that's the eyes of the people of the future.] 】

The dim light gradually brightened, Lin Xuan's posture did not change, he still maintained a slightly raised posture, and there was something called hope flowing in his eyes.

Many people in the audience crossed their hands and ten fingers, looking at him silently, silently.

After a full ten seconds, Lin Xuan lowered his head again and smiled.

The audience stood up, and the audience resounded with warm applause, wave after wave.