"The third artistic conception is a romantic artistic conception picture, where everyone must be immersed in the bits and pieces of themselves and their lovers, or the first time they met, or get along, in short, some good memories. Xiao Jiange said confidently.

"Hmm"

"Indeed"

"You can do this entry point"

After everyone heard this, someone spoke up, and before they knew it, everyone began to agree with Xiao Jiange's opinion.

So what can these artistic conceptions represent? Everyone will definitely have such doubts, as the so-called tasting music is like seeing people, whether a piece of music is good or not depends entirely on whether the person who plays the piece gives feelings to the piece, and sometimes listening to a piece of music can deeply feel the same feelings, feel the feelings and experiences that the person who plays the piece wants to express. Xiao Jiange said lightly.

This sentence made many people agree in their hearts, but no one refuted it.

Therefore, the artistic conception shown by the flute music before is where Miss Luoli's feelings are displayed. Xiao Jiange said slowly.

As soon as this remark came out, everyone's hearts jumped suddenly, and they were shocked, it turned out that the previous foreshadowing was all for this sentence, and everyone understood it and was convinced.

"Awesome, that's the point. Zhu Wen was eye-opening, this guy's flickering kung fu is not bad, and he can still connect the previous and the next.

"Brother Xiao is serious and, and he looks so manly. Nangong Song and Dance, wearing a scholar's green shirt, supported the table with both hands, and said to himself obsessively.

"Miss Luo Li, is there anything wrong with what you said below?" Xiao Jiange said to Luo Li.

"It's not bad" Qin Luoli's eyes were full of brilliance, and he hurriedly replied, Xiao Jiange's words were heartbroken, only people who really understand the way of music can have such profound insights.

With Qin Luoli's approval, everyone around couldn't help but feel approving and didn't refute it in the slightest.

Xiao Jiange secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the situation, fortunately, his flickering skills were okay, fortunately, he had learned some piano skills and had some opinions on music.

So the artistic conception we fall into contains Miss Luoli's feelings, in other words, we fall into Miss Luoli's feelings. Xiao Jiange said lightly.

A trace of warmth flowed through Qin Luoli's heart.

"If that's the case, then you can analyze for us what emotions Miss Luo Li contains?" said someone sincerely.

This is the point, because the artistic conception we fall into is different, but the emotion of this artistic conception is the same, which you may not have discovered. Xiao Jiange said slowly.

Everyone was aroused, and they couldn't help but take a sip of tea and wait for Xiao Jiange to speak.

Suddenly, a strange scene happened, and I saw everyone looking focused, sitting in a precarious position, listening carefully to what Xiao Jiange said, one by one, like a listener listening to a book under the overpass.

Qin Luoli's gaze couldn't help but gather, with a complex look of appreciation, expectation, and recognition in his eyes.

Xiao Jiange couldn't help but feel a little complacent when he saw such a scene, and suddenly he was a little envious of Zhu Wen and Duan Yuran, who never left their hands every day, if they had a folding fan now, wouldn't it be the proper storyteller in green shirts downstairs under the flyover?

"Speaking of emotion, I don't know if you have found it, this place can correspond to the poem that Miss Luo Li chanted when she appeared before!" Xiao Jiange hooked the corners of his mouth, and said with a slight flick of his sleeves, his eyes revealed a confident color, observing words and colors, it has always been his specialty.

Hearing this, everyone was stunned, most of them showed a blank look, Qin Luoli's appearance was amazing, everyone didn't have time to see the beauty, how could they have the heart to pay attention to that poem, it can be said that there are very few people who care.

Qin Luoli was even more like being struck by lightning, her entire delicate body was stunned, and she looked at Xiao Jiange in disbelief, with a bright look in her eyes.

"A song of mourning, a song of sorrow, a song of the soul, remembering the deceased, a song of ruthlessness, and a heart of the world as clear as a mirror. A song fell into the heart of the glass, only hated to be born in the red dust. ”

Xiao Jiange read the poem again affectionately, his words were low, his eyes were full of tears, and his expression was extremely affectionate.

As Xiao Jiange read out word by word, Qin Luoli only felt a burst of unbearable bones, as if she had climbed through a burst of electricity, crispy and numb, which made her delicate body tremble, and her eyes began to blur.

"Carefully pondering and figuring out this poem, everyone tastes it, everyone tastes it carefully, it is simply a perfect work, echoing in the flute music, and all feelings have been included in it. Xiao Jiange said slowly, not noticing the changes in Qin Luoli at all, and still said to himself, speaking with relish, spitting everywhere, Xiao Jiange felt more and more that he had the demeanor of being a storyteller.

"What kind of feelings are you going to talk about?" a rich boy urged.

"Yes, give us an analysis of the meaning of this poem. Another scholar racked his brains and had to ask.

"Just finish talking at once, otherwise my knife is not welcome" Another arrogant Mai swordsman has already covered the sword behind his back with one hand, and he is afraid that he can't help but chop Xiao Jiange.

"Okay, listeners, don't worry, let me explain it to you one by one in the next one. Xiao Jiange hurriedly said, wiping the cold sweat on his forehead.

"A song of mourning, sorrowful, is the second artistic conception we have fallen into, the one that reminds us of some heartache in the past and some tragic people and things, which expresses the sentimentality of Miss Luo Li when she wrote this piece. Xiao Jiange said slowly, his language heavy and his expression sad.

"A song of soul, remembering the old man, is the first artistic conception we have fallen into, the one that reminds us of our relatives thousands of miles away, here expresses the emotion of Miss Luo Li when she wrote this song, missing her family. Xiao Jiange's tone changed, and he became calm, his eyes were gentle, but there was a trace of grief hidden in it.

"A song is ruthless, the heart of the world is as clear as the realm, what is said is the third artistic conception we fall into, that reminds us of the bits and pieces and those warmth with the beloved, so combined with this sentence, but there are two words ruthless in this sentence, so I guess this flute is Luo Li Miss wants to express the emotion of longing for a sincere love, just like that sentence of the heart of the world is as bright as the realm, which is rich enough to express the desire to retreat with the lover in this world without staining red dust, and the state of mind has reached the realm of clear as a mirror. Xiao Jiange spoke eloquently and expressed what he thought in his heart one by one.

After listening to it, everyone felt shocked, and they were all speechless, they didn't expect to be able to see this song like this.

Xiao Jiange's unique insights immediately shocked the audience.

Every word fell on his heart like a drop of water, causing a circle of ripples, and every sentence resonated with Qin Luoli's heart, Qin Luoli's whole person was crispy, and suddenly his face was like a peach blossom, flushing red, which was intoxicating.

"In the end, a song fell into the heart, only hating to be born in the red dust, this sentence echoes the gripping tone change at the end of the flute song, and just as the previous Huangyan Gongzi said, Luo Li girl's generation of elegance but because she was in the red dust and could not be appreciated, so there was such a touching flute sound change, which is heart-wrenching, and the heart hates!" Xiao Jiange said slowly.

When these words fell, the seat was silent, and Huang Yan, the third son of the Huang family, was even more full of some pride, just like a student who was praised for his successful answers in class.

Just when everyone was silent, Xiao Jiange's eyes suddenly changed, became sharp, and spoke again.

"Don't hide it from everyone, I want to ask you to ask yourself, why did you come to Phoenix Pavilion to listen to the music and enjoy the music?"

"Is Miss Luoli beautiful? or this elegant tune?"

"I think it's basically the former, everyone is just here for Miss Luoli's slightly elegant face, and they want to bet on their true appearance. ”

"I think if it weren't for Miss Luoli's Oiran, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to come to the Phoenix Pavilion. ”

"As the saying goes, someone made a start, so everyone imitated and followed the trend"

"When the world crowned the phoenix in the Phoenix Pavilion of the Luoli girl, there were many people who came after the name of the top Oiran, and it was not surprising that those who came for the beauty of the Luoli girl, and some came under the cover of appreciating the music. ”

"There is an endless stream of people coming, but how many people can really appreciate the flute music? How many people can really understand the flute music of Miss Luoli?" Xiao Jiange's voice changed again, becoming calm and emotional, and the whole person seemed to reveal a sense of loneliness.

That's why there is such a touching key change, and in my opinion, the last key change is the finishing touch of this flute piece, which can be described as a stroke of genius. Xiao Jiange said slowly.

"I dare not say that I know music very well, but I dare to say that I dare to appreciate music and recognize people. ”

"I can even imagine the image of Miss Lori when she wrote this song. ”

"At the beginning of this song, Miss Luoli remembered her longing relatives, so the flute sound was gentle and calm at first, and then Miss Luoli seemed to remember some painful encounters or people and things, and the tune became compact and sad, and the next two paragraphs were Miss Luoli's own longing and dissatisfaction. ”

"Missing the old people, grieving the past, longing for a sincere love, dissatisfied with the talent that no one appreciates in the red dust, all kinds of feelings converge in one song, which shows the power of Miss Luoli. ”

"A song exhausts Miss Luoli's thoughts, a song exhausts Miss Luoli's mental experience, and a song exhausts the grievances and hatreds in this life!"

"That's what Miss Luo Li said at the beginning of Lianhe. ”

"This song", "fame and hatred!", "can be described as a stroke of genius, it simply gives this song a soul!" Xiao Jiange said sonorously.

"Everyone, this is my opinion on Miss Luoli's flute song" Xiao Jiange hugged the audience after speaking passionately and generously.

The crows were silent, the audience was as silent as death, and everyone was amazed and shocked, so far, everyone was convinced by Xiao Jiange's opinion!

Qin Luoli even seemed to be about to collapse to the ground, her face was flushed, her breath was short, and her eyes were full of obsession and affection when she looked at Xiao Jiange.

"Slap" Zhu Wen took the lead in applauding.

Immediately, the audience was in an uproar and applauded.