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Xi Qing sang in the fourth row, and the one in front of him was Huang Ma, Huang Ma Huang Qishan, who has a voice comparable to Han Hong in the music industry.

A song waiting, Huang Ma's interpretation is impeccable.

And the singing of the two in front, the song of the drifter, and the song of the dancing girl, although it is exciting and cool, although there are many tricks to play, but after listening to Huang Qishan's waiting, I know that the ordinary cry, the deepest cry in the heart, has the effect of shocking the soul.

The program team arranged Qingbai in fourth, undoubtedly thinking about the most intense collision between music.

The song "Waiting" is Wang Feng's lyrics, and I have to say that Wang Feng, who has experienced a lot of stories, has a shouting and fighting flavor in his timbre.

Waiting for the sad melody of this song's story, combined with Huang Ma's slightly hoarse voice, sometimes low, sometimes high-pitched and thousands of turns, but it can interpret that sincerity and delicacy.

And many elements of the song naturally resonate with others, and people can't help but cry when they listen to the song.

This infinite sadness is thanks to Huang Ma's pure singing voice, and this touching is not a kind of sadness brought by people's impetuous life and insomnia in secular and pure love.

It's time for Xi Qing to take the stage.

Huang Ma's singing voice cannot be copied, but why can't her own voice create another immortality.

Qingbai was wearing a mask, and at this moment, on the carved mask, a pair of old men appeared, and it could be seen that it was an old couple who loved each other.

When Qingbai took the stage, Wang Jinxiu and Xi Gui's eyes lit up.

came to the scene to listen to the song, it was really different from the TV, the atmosphere and artistic conception of the song were easier for people to enter, I have to say, Huang Qishan in front of her sang so well.

In Xi Gui's aesthetics, I'm afraid that the only one who can compete with Huang Ma is Qingbai, right?

Looking at the panel, there is an old couple carved out, they are supporting each other, and at the edge of the carving, there is an uneven foothill, although the depiction is very simple, but Xi Gui, the carver, understands the meaning.

This guy, this guy is going to sing about the hills he's good at, right?

A couple, looking at the hills.

For a while, Xi Gui's heart became heavy, he was old, what could he do if he crossed the hills? After seeing the scenery, why should you care how high the hill is and how beautiful it is behind the hill.

Xi Qing's song is not going to be sung according to his own modified version, so he sings the version of Teacher Li Zongsheng.

Compared with it, Xi Qing still thinks that Mr. Li Zongsheng's songs are more flavorful, and they are more in line with the kind of contemplation of life and the admonition to young people created by this song.

At this time, Xi Qing has grown a lot.

He used to express the song only on the piano and guitar, but now, he felt that it was not enough.

With the erhu that had been prepared long ago, Qingbai sat on a chair, no one thought that this Qingbai was going to pull the erhu?

The prelude is very low, and the erhu makes a sound like a slowly torn leaf, and the pull makes people frown.

Qingbai skillfully pulled a short section, and then the guitarist and pianist followed in, Qingbai picked up the microphone at this time, stood up, and walked towards the audience:

In the calm and deep music, Xi Qing sang:

There's a lot I want to say but haven't said yet

When Qingbai sang the first sentence, all the audience on the stage and the audience in front of the TV were stunned, huh?

Is there a band harmony?

It doesn't seem to be.

Everyone is stupid. Because Qingbai's voice singing at this time is very old, like an old man who has passed the age of earlobe.

The voice seemed to be the kind of voice that a grandfather told a story to his grandson, a narrative rap, but there was a little bit of chanting.

Is this blue and white?

That's right, it seems to be him?

Qingbai's mouth under the mask made a sound again:

I saved it because I wanted to write a song

Let people sing softly and remember lightly

Even if you finally forget it, it's worth it

That's right, it's him, it's him.

Qingbai sang safely there, there was no one else in the audience, the harmony had not yet come in, so it was he who sang naturally, and the rich voice matched the low piano and the buckle of the guitar, and the melody was very light and regular. The audience was amazed.

How does this voice, this voice feel so decadent and heavy?

Qingbai under the mask, knowing that such a voice similar to Mr. Li Zongsheng will be discussed by everyone, but this song can only be this kind of rhyme and taste, and the feelings can be vividly portrayed.

In just a few seconds, Qingbai pulled the audience back:

Maybe I'll have a trickle of thought in my life

Fluke into a river

Then we both had one end at each end

Looking at the bend of the river, he finally dared to be bold

Smile and face the difficulties of life

Qingbai sang a kind of helplessness, every sentence seemed to be brewing, brewing something, like a cloudy sky, thunder and ambush, but everyone knew that there would be such a sound that broke the sky.

The hot blood in Xi Qing's body is gradually getting hot, but he still has the peace and stability on his face.

Maybe we've never matured

Before I knew it, I was getting old

Although the one who is alive in his heart is still that

youngster

I look back frequently because I am uneasy

Ignorant begging for shame and crying for help

Tirelessly climb over every hill

Qingbai's voice kept climbing, the word Qiu was about to rise, but he still retained a trace of strength, singing to a half-high place, pulling down Shengsheng, his kind of voice was easy, so that the masked judges admired one by one, these masked judges are professionals in the music industry, Qingbai's singing voice is faintly sad, remembering the ups and downs of life.

Though the head is white when he crosses the hills

The sorrow that I don't give when I chatter

has not yet seen immortality as desired

Just lose yourself first

When I crossed the hill, I found that no one was waiting

Chatter can no longer bring back tenderness

Why can't I remember who gave the hug last time?

At what time

At the end of a paragraph, the applause sounded unconsciously, maybe at the beginning some people are not used to this voice, not used to this way of singing, but the heart-wrenching voice, again and again, broke people's hearts, as if it was Dad's earnest teaching, so that you have to listen carefully, listen carefully. And the story of Qingbai is told to the point of being fascinating, and a pair of eyes are looking at him, looking at the old couple on the mask, seeing the uneven edge of the foothills, and entering that world.

I didn't deliberately hide it

It is not intended to make you sentimental either

How many times have we been drunk and unhappy

Cursing that life is too short

sigh and hate to see each other late

It doesn't matter if the woman puts on her makeup and cries

It's a pity that we never matured

Before I knew it, I was already old

I tried my best but still didn't understand

The young people around me

Give yourself a reason to be casual

Love. Love teasing

Fate is right and right

Fight back without self-defeat

Till death

Finally, Hugh's epilogue burst through the sky with a shout, and the emotions that had been stored up for too long exploded, and the rhythm of the music was surging, not only the piano, guitar, and drums, but also the sound of the erhu and violin that had been communicated earlier.

The most glorious time of life has come.

In the most glorious moment, you should fight for everything until you die.

And the audience can no longer be calm at this time, that kind of resistance, and immortality, that kind of shouting and tenacity, people don't feel that there is a power rising in their hearts, he is no longer a little boy's love song, but the elder's deep examination and expression of love. It's a song, but it's also a life.

Though the head is white when he crosses the hills

The sorrow that I don't give when I chatter

has not yet seen immortality as desired

Just lose yourself first

The harmony cut in at this time, and the harmony of the four people and the Qingbai voice perfectly matched, making the sound fly even higher, and the emotion was even more contagious to everyone present and in front of the TV.

Wang Jinxiu was in the audience, she looked at this Qingbai, the man in front of her, she suddenly felt that his back was similar to her son, although it was the voice that made Wang Jinxiu feel that he was not Xi Qing, but his movements, his eyes, Wang Jinxiu's heart was faintly moved.

Wang Jinxiu hurriedly grabbed Xi Gui at this time: "The child is his father, Xi Gui, you, look at this Qingbai, don't you think, he... He's a bit like our son?