The bright moon was in the sky, sprinkling a cold silver light, and the sparkling scales on the Chengdu River reflected Yuya's slender figure. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAt this time, Yuya was like a Confucian general, raising her chin slightly, looking up at the bright moon in the sky, and the silhouette was indescribably moving.

Xiao Yuxian flicked her fingers, the melodious guzheng sounded, as if a touch of clear spring water flowed out from under her fingers, Yuya raised her sleeves, and danced, and at the same time, a melodious singing voice came out of her mouth, perfectly blending with the elegant music.

"Your tears, weak and wounded, the miserable white moon bends, hooking the past. The night is too long, it condenses into frost, who is in the attic, cold and desperate, the rain gently beats the vermilion window, my life is blown by the wind on the paper, and the dream turns into a wisp of incense in the distance, and scatters your appearance with the wind. The chrysanthemums are broken, the ground is full of wounds, and your smile has turned yellow. The flowers fall and people break their bowels, my heart is quiet, the north wind is chaotic, the night is not young, your shadow is constantly cut, leaving me alone on the lake in pairs. ”

All the people were stunned, first stunned by Yuya's singing, its singing voice was as melodious as a hole flute, with a trace of unique magnetism, melodious, like a cloud, watching the performance of the literati on their respective painting boats There is a distance, but it sounds as if in front of them.

Its sound quality is also clear and empty, quiet and ethereal, very beautiful. Immediately afterwards, they were stunned by the new words sung by Yuya: "Your tears, weak and wounded, the miserable white moon bends, hooking the past." The night is too long, it condenses into frost, who is in the attic, cold and desperate, the rain gently beats the vermilion window, my life is blown by the wind on the paper, and the dream turns into a wisp of incense in the distance, and scatters your appearance with the wind. The chrysanthemums are broken, the ground is full of wounds, and your smile has turned yellow. The flowers fall and people break their bowels, my heart is quiet, the north wind is chaotic, the night is not young, your shadow is constantly cut, leaving me alone on the lake in pairs. "What an extraordinary artistic conception this is, what a beautiful rhetoric this is, what a wonderful picture this is."

This word is not any word card, but it has a different feeling, and of course the word is also extremely beautiful.

Especially with Yu Yana, he seems to be a white-robed general, which is different from what he has seen before, and it seems to have been specially created for this word, with some vigorous dancing posture in the grace. Under the bright moon in the sky, which was as bright as a jade plate, she seemed to dance in the middle of that month. This dance was indeed created by Yuya herself, and after Yuya got this wonderful song given by Li Xiang, she closed her door in Xiaolou, studied hard, exerted inspiration, and Xiaoyu created this dance that was very different from the traditional dance style. Yuya is actually a master of dance skills, but she usually likes Yajing, and her talent is very high, so she prefers quieter lyrics and singing, and her dance skills have never been really demonstrated in front of everyone.

It's perfect! In later generations, Li Xiang heard Dong Chou sing this word, and also heard a female voice cover it, and at that time he thought that one of them was a Chinese-style male voice, and the other had an ethereal singing voice, and they all sang very beautifully and beautifully. Now hearing Yuya, this seems to have two ways of singing, and the singing seems to penetrate the body and directly touches the depths of the heart. In addition, Yuya created a solo dance in white under the moon for this word, and Li Xiang was fascinated by it.

Not only Li Xiang was intoxicated, but all the audiences on the various boats tonight seemed to be stunned when they saw such a wonderful and dreamy performance, and they were all moved and fascinated.

Wang Ziyu and his talented friends, originally wanted to wait for Yuya's performance to start, as soon as they started singing, they would denounce what words were novel enough, the music was not in tune, the dancing was not beautiful enough, etc., etc., anyway, they had to do their best to fight. But they have never heard the music that Yuya sings now, and the novel dance method that Yuya dances is also very different from the dances he has seen in the past, and the style is very different, so that people cannot compare.

As for the ...... words she sang, no matter how arrogant he was, he didn't dare to say that the words were bad. At this time, the literati had a fanaticism that was close to paranoia about good words, and as long as a scribe and scholar could chant a good word, he could be arched like a guest by a dignitary, how much magic was this? Wang Ziyu looked at a few talented friends around him who were going to accuse Yuya's shortcomings with him, and at this moment, as if fascinated, the beauty dancing under the moon chanted this eternal swan song with a beautiful and wonderful voice like a hundred spirits, Wang Ziyu consciously closed his mouth.

"The flowers have fallen to the evening brilliantly, on the withering world, the fate is unbearable, Mo crosses the river, the autumn heart is split in half, I am afraid that you will not be able to go ashore, and you will be shaking for a lifetime. Whose country, the sound of horses' hooves is crazy, my military uniform, whistling vicissitudes, the sky is slightly bright, you sigh softly, a night of melancholy, so tactful. ”

All the people in the boat held their breath, and they didn't dare to breathe, for fear that a little noise would disturb them to hear every word that Yuya sang. On the entire Funan River, it seems that only Yuya is dancing and singing with a day of starlight and moonlight, and a lake breeze. The sound of beauty ripples like a heavenly sound......

"The chrysanthemums are broken, the ground is full of wounds, and your smile has turned yellow. The flowers fall and people break their bowels, my heart is quiet, the north wind is chaotic, the night is not young, your shadow is constantly cut, leaving me alone on the lake in pairs. ”

Li Xiang's thoughts drifted to his own era thousands of years later. Have your parents come out of the grief of losing themselves? A hundred tastes, a thousand years in an instant, like a dream for a while. Li Xiang couldn't tell what kind of mood it was, but his heart was infinitely sour, and before he knew it, he had burst into tears.

When Lu Wende listened to this lyrics, he had another feeling in his heart, the feeling of the general killing the enemy on the battlefield and being separated from his lover. "The north wind is chaotic, the night is not young, your shadow is constantly cutting, leaving me alone on the surface of the lake in pair......s" chewing on Yuya's repeated chanting, unconsciously, he also had some tears.

Zhu Zhiwen listened to this word, and he was thinking about the suave and suave of his youth, and the ambition of his youth, but now time flies, Shaohua has passed away, and now he is gray-haired.

The same word, evoking different feelings of different people, is a wonderful word, and its magic is as good as ever.

"The chrysanthemums are broken, the ground is full of wounds, and your smile has turned yellow." , When Yuya sang the last time, Li Xiang sang unconsciously and harmoniously, and sour tears slowly flowed to his lips, with a touch of saltiness. More people on the Funan River began to harmonize with the sound, and gradually converged into a common voice, and those who could not remember the lyrics and songs gently used their hands to make a beat.

When everyone sang in harmony, only Wang Ziyu was stunned. Wang Ziyu's words were the best of the night, but now when compared with the words that Yuya chanted, they really became bricks and rubble, and they were not worth mentioning.

The guzheng is melodious, and under the moonlight in the sky, Yuya is still dancing, singing softly, like a fairy in the Moon Palace. Wang Ziyu couldn't help but think of a sentence in his heart that he often laughed at the mediocre words made by mediocre literati who compared poetry with him: "The light of rice grains can also compete with the bright moon." ”

Everyone sang this song again and again with Yuya, but it was silent. (To be continued.) )