Some people may ask, isn't it just a song, and Hong Xiaoqiao won't be able to cry when he listens to it, right?

A singer named Huang Zongbai once described his feelings: "Singing "Folk Songs" (included in "Modern Folk Songs") often makes me feel a kind of long-suppressed power, longing for struggle and breakthrough. ”

This is true for the singers, and the same is true for the listeners, and the madness of the young people of that era was even more terrifying than the fanatical fans of later generations.

This madness had a lot to do with the social environment at the time.

A few years before 1959, there was a baby birth in Taiwan**, and after 1971, the baby born at that time just began to enter middle school, high school, and university. Compared with the sharp increase in teenagers, the admission rate of universities is only about 30 percent, and more than 60 percent of students can only choose a life that is almost helpless.

At this time, the news media or literary and artistic works were full of strong anti-G but homesick feelings. In addition to replicating the fear of the older generation of people from other provinces fleeing from the wilderness, it is difficult for young people to find any way out of life and vitality.

Television stops broadcasting after 10 o'clock every night, and young people can only see on TV the "glamorous voice" repeatedly accused by those in power and the Qiong Yao-style life-and-death love tragedy. The lucky young people may still read the "Wenxing" magazine and the countryside, but most of the young people are poor and suffocated in their spiritual life, and some lucky young people can buy plastic records of the American charts stolen by the US military radio staff.

Knowing this, we can understand the confusion and pressure faced by young people today, and their thirst for new ideas, new literature and art is not weaker than that of mainland youth who have just come out of a special period.

Wang Zijun sang softly, without any superfluous movements in his body, but the deep voice seemed to be screaming, using up all the strength of ** and soul.

There are nearly 200 people in the audience, most of whom are young people who love music. When they listened to this song, they did not have the madness of yesterday, but quietly held their breath, for fear of missing a syllable.

"Still standing in the rain / Still standing in the fog

It's still a lotus of fantasy

It is still on display with the white glamour of last summer

I'm drowned/I'm drowned

I've forgotten that I'm a water ghost

Forget that you are a god of water

……”

Many young people looked at the singers on stage excitedly and enthusiastically, like children lost in the vast fog, and met enthusiastic guides.

After Yang Xian sang those songs in 1975, he was regarded as a guide by countless young singers, and Wang Zijun sang modern folk songs four years in advance, and I don't know what the result will be.

When the last note dispersed, Wang Zijun saluted and was about to leave the stage, when someone below suddenly shouted: "Sing one more song!" Sing one more song! ”

"Sing one more song!"

"Sing one more song!"

“……”

The voices of countless people converged into a huge current, Gu Yingde on the judges' bench nodded at the camera, and Huang Yasheng immediately gave an order and sent staff to inform Wang Zijun to continue.

Anyway, Wang Zijun is No. 10, and there is no one participating in the back. Originally, the competition team invited a second-rate singer to sing, but the atmosphere was so warm that Huang Yasheng only needed to comply with public opinion.

"Since everyone is so appreciative, then I'll have another song "Childhood"." Wang Zijun put down the electric guitar as he spoke, and asked the staff for an acoustic guitar.

The contestants who were still waiting for the results of the competition all arrived in the audience, wanting to hear what kind of song Wang Zijun would sing next. When you are one point stronger than a person, you may get envy, jealousy and hatred; But when you're ten points better than him, then he will look up to you and worship you, and that's the truest portrayal of those players. For the championship, they have already given up the competition, but they are happy and proud to be able to compete with Wang Zijun on the same stage.

"On the banyan tree by the pond, I know that summer is crying

On the swing on the edge of the field, only butterflies are perched on it

On the blackboard, the teacher's chalk was still chattering and writing desperately

Waiting for the end of class, waiting for the end of school, waiting for the game of childhood

There is everything in the welfare society, but there is no half a dime in the pocket

Who the hell between Zhuge Shiro and the Devil Party grabbed that sword

Why hasn't the girl in the next class passed by my window yet?

Snacks in the mouth, comics in the hand, first love in the heart, childhood

……”

The light singing voice flowed through the air. Without the sad sadness of "The Way You Look", without the persistence of "Rondo", there are just faint sweet memories.

Especially when it comes to singing "Who will grab the sword between Zhuge Shiro and the Devil Party", many boys will smile heartily, because they grew up watching "Zhuge Shiro". The song is about their own story, as if they were singing about themselves.

Songs make people happy, and sometimes when you throw away those utilitarian things, music can return to its original face.

“…… No one knows why the sun always goes down to the other side of the mountain

No one can tell me if there are gods living in the mountains

How many days are always alone facing the sky in a daze

Just so curious, so fantasizing about such a lonely childhood

Dragonflies fly over in the sun, and patches of green rice fields

Watercolor crayons and kaleidoscopes can't draw a rainbow on the horizon

When will I be able to have a mature and grown face like my senior classmates?

Looking forward to the fake, looking forward to tomorrow, looking forward to the childhood of growing up

Day after day, year after year, looking forward to growing up in childhood"

The happy singing brought everyone back to their carefree childhood, including several elderly judges on the judges' bench. Times are different, but the joy of childhood is the same.

Young people who were still on the verge of an outburst of depression suddenly discovered that they had been living happily all along. The bits and pieces that stayed in the memory are brought back to life, and the happiness that has long been forgotten is picked up again.

Wang Zijun sang over and over again, and gradually, the audience below became familiar with the melody and lyrics, and involuntarily hummed along.

This time he sang more than ten times over and over again, and Wang Zijun's fingers were numb, but the audience refused to stop, as if they never got tired of singing.

The leaders of several singing competitions all smiled wryly, and this time the competition was a success or a failure. One situation after another emerged one after another, and in the end, it was even funnier, and it turned into a solo concert.

After about thirty or forty minutes, Wang Zijun saw that he would have to sing until tomorrow if he continued like this, so he decisively held down the strings, took off the microphone and said: "That's it for today, I'm hungry for the judges, but they want to give me a low score." ”

"Hahaha......" The audience laughed, but they all stopped singing in understanding.

Until Wang Zijun walked out of the stage with a guitar, the applause of the audience continued, so that the host who was about to speak couldn't speak at all.

Feng Naikai led the members of the Radiance Band to Wang Zijun, he stretched out a palm and said in a sincere tone: "Welcome to join the Radiance Band!" ”

Wang Zijun's hand also went up and said with a smile: "Very correct choice." ”