"There is some truth in what Mr. Zheng said, but I think it's okay for you to use "Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter" to compete, you have practiced this work to perfection, and if you take it to the competition, you will definitely be able to kill the Quartet." Yuan Yue chatted with Wen Shasha as she walked.

Just now, their legato work "Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter" was performed for the first time, and it was applauded by the audience, and Windsor's finale performance was even more shocking, and almost everyone was shocked by Windsor's technique.

Teacher Zheng Xiong, a senior in the sand painting industry, gave them a different evaluation. Zheng Xiong said that their works are a little ethereal, and the ingredients of showmanship are greater than the stories carried by the works themselves.

Such a work is wonderful at first glance, but if it has to be won to the national competition, and many senior judges will analyze and appreciate it, there will not be much commendable left in the end.

Zheng Xiong suggested that if they want to participate in the competition, it is better to come up with works that are more heart-warming and moving, and not to make such too artistic works.

Dynamic sand painting without color should be a kind of storytelling art, which is different from traditional art, and can use colors and techniques to express static beauty.

Sand painting is fluid, and in a sense, it should be like a movie, leaving a wonderful and moving story.

If the sand painting is made into a MV that is too showy, or an art film that is too high-minded and low, such a work will not achieve too good results if it is taken to the competition.

After listening to Mr. Zheng Xiong's evaluation, Wen Shasha was quite devastated, but if she thought about it carefully, Mr. Zheng Xiong was right, if her goal was to win the gold medal in the National Sand Painting Competition, it was likely that she would not be affirmed by those senior artists if she used this kind of work that was too high and low.

"Alas......"

Windsorsa sighed faintly.

"Don't think about it, there's still a month to hand in the work. If you change it now, redesign it, it's definitely too late. You can take "Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter" to compete. ”

"Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter is compressed into a 10-minute work, and the storytelling is even worse. Mr. Zheng is right, I shouldn't focus on showing off my skills. I should come up with a better story to participate in the competition, and return to the touching nature of sand painting. ”

"Then take the previous "Loyal Dog" to compete? It was definitely a touching story. ”

"No, I've used "Loyal Dog" to participate in other competitions, so I can't submit it repeatedly."

"What then?"

"I don't know, I'll think about it these days."

Wandering melancholy on the beach.

At this time, the sound of a guitar with a melancholy and poignant color was heard not far away.

Wen Sasha and Yuan Yue looked over there at the same time.

Lin Zaishan's emaciated back wearing a baseball cap caught the eyes of the two girls.

"Huh? Isn't that Uncle Lin, the daddy of the white pigeon? ”

Yuan Yue pointed to Lin Zaishan from a distance of more than ten meters behind him.

"It seems to be, I don't understand a little, why is the white pigeon's father surnamed Lin?"

When the people of the Big Buddha said that this was Uncle Lin before, Wen Shasha had this doubt, but she was always embarrassed to ask.

"Hehe, it's not a kiss, is it?"

"I see that the white pigeon and Uncle Lin look quite similar, they should be biological."

"Then I don't know, let's go over and say hello to Uncle Lin?"

"No, they're dating. What are you going to bother people for? Wen Shasha stopped Yuan Yue and didn't let Yuan Yue disturb Lin Zaishan.

"Dating someone else with the white pigeon's mother behind his back, and still in our school Rio, this Uncle Lin is really bold enough, and he is not afraid of the white pigeon seeing it."

"The white dove doesn't seem to have a mother." Wen Shasha heard Huang Ying say before that Bai Ge is a single-parent family and has been living with her father.

"That's right. Let's go, let's not disturb anyone. Look at this, Uncle Lin wants to find a very young stepmother for the white pigeon, giggles. Yuan Yue covered her mouth and smiled, this is about to leave.

"Wait a minute."

Wen Shasha whispered and grabbed Yuan Yue.

With the sound of the waves crashing on the beach, and the beautiful and sad guitar sound, she vaguely heard the story that Lin Zaishan was telling, which was a very touching story that happened in the war-torn era, she was immediately attracted, pulled Yuan Yue, and quietly walked a few steps closer behind Lin Zaishan, wanting to listen more carefully.

"What are you doing?"

Yuan Yue asked Wen Shasha in a low voice, she had never seen Wen Sasha have such a "sneaky" behavior, and she actually wanted to eavesdrop on someone else's date!

"Shhh

Wen Shasha put her slender fingers in front of her lips and motioned for Yuan Yue not to make noise.

Yuan Yue also heard the story told by Lin Zaishan at this time, Lin Zaishan's voice was gentle and magnetic, and with the sound of the guitar, the story he told was particularly vivid and touching.

“…… I've heard a folk song from the Great Patriotic War in the former Soviet Union, which seems to have originated in Ukraine. Lin Zaishan is paving the way for "Birch Forest".

Windsortha's great-grandfather was a Cossack from the Ukrainian region, and her great-grandmother was a nurse in England.

Her grandfather, who was half Ukrainian, or Soviet, fought in World War II and died on the battlefields of China.

As soon as she heard Lin Zaishan talk about Ukraine, Windsa was immediately attracted to it.

There was also the brutal World War II in this dimensional world, as well as the Cold War between the Soviet Union and the United States, but because the Chinese Empire was not pro-American or pro-Soviet, a little bit of a six-parent disowned, but it went around to make friends with other countries, take advantage of it, and eat sugar when it was there, so the whole world pattern was seriously affected by China.

The Cold War between East and West ended not long ago, and the Soviet Union collapsed thirty years ago. The United States is not much better, and after injecting a lot of capital blood into China, their own economy has also been seriously dragged back.

"The song I wrote was inspired by this Ukrainian folk song, and behind this song is a very touching and sad story of life and love during World War II."

Sun Yuzhen's face was full of devotion, listening to Lin Zaishan's moving narration.

"It must have been one summer during World War II, when the Soviet Red Army was pushing the Germans out of the border step by step after a bloody battle. On the western border between the Soviet Union and Poland, the Germans were making a final struggle. Under the cover of night, a certain reconnaissance detachment of the Soviet army penetrated into the depth of the German army...... While achieving important results one after another, the German army issued three urgent orders and dispatched more than 10,000 troops to search for and eliminate this reconnaissance team......

"The reconnaissance team lost the radio station in the encounter, and in order to report important information to the Soviets in time, they ventured into the enemy's hinterland to seize the radio station. After a fierce battle, they finally recaptured the radio station and hid in a log cabin by the river. The Germans surrounded them from all sides. The sound of gunfire broke the silence of the forest, but the message echoed throughout the war zone. The deployment of the enemy forces was finally transmitted to the corps headquarters, to the high command, but the scouts gave their young lives for it......

"Before that, a Ukrainian girl was under a birch forest, silently watching her lover go away with the army, and her lover was a member of this reconnaissance team. She carved her and her lover's names on the birch tree, and waited with great anticipation for her lover's triumph, but when the war was won, his lover never returned. People are affectionate, the war is ruthless, the white snow drifts in the quiet village, and the two names on the birch trees are engraved with an ordinary and unforgettable love. ”

Telling such a story, Lin Zaishan himself was also very emotional, a sad smile curled at the corner of his mouth, and told Sun Yuzhen, who had been moved: "The name of my song is "White Birch Forest". ”

Immediately, the song began.

……

The quiet village is covered with white snow~

Pigeons fly under the hazy sky~

The birch tree is engraved with those two names~

They swore to love each other and spent their lives~

……

One day, the flames of war burned to my hometown~

The young man picked up his gun and rushed to the frontier~

Sweetheart, don't worry about me~

Waiting for me to come back in that birch forest~

……

[Kneel and beg for recommendation votes! ] 】