"The birds on the trees are singing, and the flowers are five colors under the trees."

The little eunuch was unhurried and finally said the subject.

As soon as Mei'er heard the question, her eyes suddenly lit up.

With a confident expression, he looked at the kilometer sheep next to him.

When Qianmiyang heard the question, he immediately frowned.

What does this mean?

The birds in the trees are singing, and this kilometer sheep can understand.

But with the five-colored flowers under the tree, the thousands of sheep are confused.

What kind of flower is a five-color flower?

Five colors of flowers?

The most important thing about music is the mood.

It is necessary to deeply appreciate the meanings and emotions contained in it in order to create music that matches and resonates.

I can't even understand these words, and I can still hope to experience the artistic conception in these words?

Qianqian Yang suddenly became anxious.

She looked at Mei'er next to her, and secretly complained in her heart, "Why do you give this kind of classical Chinese type sentence as soon as you come up?" ”

"You know, my classical Chinese is the worst among all subjects."

"All the classical Chinese I know is learned from TV dramas. The TV series didn't say anything about the trees above and under the trees. ”

When the little eunuch finished reading the question, he said, "The game begins." ”

The palace maids next to them took a small stove and put an incense stick in it.

The incense has already begun to burn.

The kilometer sheep only has a stick of incense to prepare the music, and after a stick of incense, the selection has to begin.

The kilometer sheep slowly walked towards the instruments.

Qianyang really didn't know what to do, she carefully and repeatedly pondered the question.

After all, it was fruitless.

Thousands of kilometers of sheep crossed their hearts.

Alas! Never mind!

That's it.

Just make a song.

Anyway, there are two more questions.

Qianqian Yang closed her eyes, and she thought of the summer when the lotus flowers bloomed and the pond was full of frogs.

Her slender white fingers began to slowly grope around the guqin, feeling the outline of the wood.

The touch of the tree is similar to that of this wood, right?

The kilometer sheep seemed to have some understanding.

Her hand slowly lifted and placed it on the strings.

Begin to hook and pluck the strings.

Because for the sake of fairness and to create an absolutely quiet environment, the two of them calmed down and wrote the lyrics.

Therefore, the North Darkness Yuxuan added a soundproof barrier around the two of them.

Outside, you can only see the people inside, but you can't hear the voices inside.

In the same way, the kilometer sheep can see people outside, but they can't hear the sound outside.

Because I couldn't hear the sound, everyone's curiosity was aroused.

They were waiting for them to come out and when the incense would run out.

Everyone is looking forward to it, this time the thousand-meter sheep will win again against the powerful Mei'er?

There are many opinions on this issue.

Some think that the kilometer sheep will win.

Some people think that the kilometer sheep is just a waste, and they can't win against the powerful Mei'er.

And others did not say anything, remained neutral.

The audience is now divided into three factions, one is the "neutral", one is the "opposition", and the other is the "support".

The "opposition" and the "supporters" quarreled fiercely, while the "neutrals" sat and watched the changes.

The time for a stick of incense quickly passed.

Kilometer Sheep got up from his chair nervously and walked out slowly.

Qianmiyang's heart was a little bottomless.

This music is really a helpless move that she wrote casually and used it for competition.

Look at it again, standing next to her with her head held high, a confident Mei'er.

Qianqian Yang hung his head helplessly and sighed.