"Sounds exciting. "Pastoral Road.

With the dialogue between Tian Yuan and the walker, Han Hong, who was in the judges' seat, once again raised an objection: "Listen, this walker is still so crazy, I don't understand, Miss Dong's song can also be on the hot search." ”

Zhou Jielun didn't speak, because he felt that Miss Dong didn't seem to be as unbearable as Han Hong thought.

Jiang Yangcai didn't care about the judges' criticism of him, he hoped that the discussion about the walker could be as intense as possible.

"Well, you can listen to it later. ”

"Okay, so what's the name of the song?"

Jiang Yang said lightly: "Nanshan South." ”

"Nanshan Nan?" Tian Yuan repeated.

Just hearing this name, the audience felt full of poetic feelings, with the last issue of the Arrogance of the Walker expressed dislike and puzzlement, at this moment, after the title of this song, the audience suddenly began to re-examine the Walker.

Nan Shannan, what kind of ballad is it, he is so confident, it should sound good, right?

Jiang Yang was holding the guitar and had come to the center of the stage, and in the corner, Mr. Hu Yulin was holding a xylophone, and he was also ready.

After a few seconds, the lights slowly dimmed, Jiang Yang bowed to the teachers of the band, and the music started.

You're in the southern sun, and the snow is falling

I am in the cold night in the north, and the four seasons are like spring

Jiang Yang's voice was not as thin as in the previous issue, and even became a little thicker, just two words of voice seemed to break through the light in front of him and enter another dimension of time and space.

His hands were plucking on the guitar, he kept his head down, peaceful, but the music was full of power.

If I have time before dark, I will forget your eyes, and I will never finish a dream in my life. He no longer talks to anyone about the isolated island of the encounter, because his heart has long been deserted, and he can no longer hold a home in his heart, and he will be a dumb person who only lies to himself.

He said that you are beautiful in any way that is praised

It's not as good as the first time he met you

Time lingers and there is nothing to be done

If all the lands are joined together

Embark on a lifetime just to embrace you

In this paragraph, Jiang Yang sang very slowly, but it didn't sound slow, but his voice was full of helplessness and even decadence.

The front of this song is as gray as an old photo, and it seems to be the sadness of the leaves falling and turning yellow on the ground, and being blown up and falling by the wind.

When he was singing for a while, Jiang Yang's guitar suddenly stopped, and the other instruments in the blank stopped with him, and he thought it was just a sad feeling of pulling slowly, because of the interruption of the music, he suddenly tore a small hole in his heart.

"It's good, it's a good song. ”

The audience enjoyed the slow transmission of folk emotions, and they even forgot their sorrow for a while.

Zhou Jielun said: "This song is well written, and the singing is full of emotion. Folk songs, there is indeed a force, I changed my opinion on the walker, he really has strength. ”

Lin Junjie nodded, this singer made him unable to make up his mind, because this song Nanshannan just sang this, it was much plumper than that Miss Dong.

Whether it is the experience of the song, the annual ring, the emotion, or the maturity, it is not the same level as the previous song.

This is enough to show that the Walker is in the field of folk songs, and he should be a teacher.

Everyone was attracted to this song, and then the audience with distorted expressions thought that there would be an outburst and the climax of the chorus, however, Jiang Yang just sang in a low and even slightly hoarse voice: drunk his dreams, good night

Although it is a gentle confession, it makes the charm of the song have a difference, this song seems to be no longer the sadness of youth, but after experiencing some life and refining yourself, for time, for life, for a sublimation of feelings.

In this time, I have traveled all the land, just to find you, but in the end, dust to dust, soil is soil, it is a dream, not realized, only to say goodnight to myself.

If one second ago was just music, the song of the walker once again transports them to another world. The audience immediately began to think in the music and felt the ups and downs of life.

Chen Yixun said: "Today my ears have been earned. I think it sounds so good. ”

Zhang Jie commented: "I admire, I really look forward to seeing the face under this mask, he must be a teacher in the folk music world." ”

Han Hong has always been not optimistic about the Walker, thinking that he is impolite and arrogant, and he didn't think that the Walker really has the capital to be proud before, but today, Nanshannan of Jiangyang made her begin to doubt her judgment.

This song Nanshan Nan sang this, Han Hong also heard that the traveler had been brewing his pent-up emotions, and in the area that could have exploded, he still reversed people's hearts, and understated it again and again, he should be for the completion of the sprint, he should be for the last hearty chorus.

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

When the music started again, the xylophone sounded melodiously, as if shuttling through the valley and the river, and at this time, the voice of the traveler sang.

The most classic part of the whole song in the previous life, like a poem, a few lyrics came leisurely, as Han Hong expected, at this point, finally, finally the walker broke out.

The guitar that was being plucked was put down, Jiang Yang took out his horizontal flute at this time, put the flute in his mouth, and Jiang Yang 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.

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

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

There are tombstones in the North Sea

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.

Jiang Yang held the guitar, and every stroke of his hand was perfectly clasped with the timbre.

And the voice made the audience follow the excitement, followed the encouragement, and everyone saw the strength of the walker, he is not only a low singing ballad, even if it is a decibel raising, he can also control the sharp ballad.

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