Chapter 317: Mid-Autumn Festival Gala 12 A cloud of smoke and rain Ren Pingsheng
Dongfang Quan and Zhou Zhuangshi's farewell was quiet.
So when the lights came on again, He Zhao was already standing on the stage.
"If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight." He Zhao took out the two lines of the song separately and recited them again, and then sighed: "Graceful and subtle, the aftertaste is endless, especially the last two sentences have completely raised love to a new level." ”
"Let's bless Mr. Zhou Chuangshi and Ms. Dongfang Quan together, and hope that their love can go on forever like this poem!"
He Zhao sighed on stage for a while, and then regained his feelings and smiled at the audience: "There is nothing to say next, let's welcome Mr. Wan Feng, "Fixing the Storm"!" ”
The audience sitting at the scene, after such a long time of welcome, their hands were about to swell.
They don't even have to think about whether it is Wang Xie's new song next, because the more and more perfunctory song titles have already said it all.
"Fixing the Storm", the name of the word brand, does this common sense still need to be explained? !
But even if the hand is swollen, it still has a mouth.
"Wan Feng!"
"Wan Feng!"
"Wan Feng!"
Since Wan Feng, the legendary "King of Heavenly Kings", appeared, the audience cheered his name neatly and rhythmically.
Wan Feng, who is already in his sixties, has walked to the center of the stage at this moment, and then in the cheers of the crowd, in the sound of guitar and drum beating, he slowly raised his right hand.
And as Wan Feng slowly raised his hand, the cheers slowly became quieter, and the sound of the prelude to the song slowly became louder.
Although the prelude of this song sounded very exciting, by the time Wan Feng raised the microphone, there was only the sound of the piano left.
【Put down the weight of a thousand pounds】
[Only unbearable lightness remains]
[I am fortunate to have lost it, and I will not complain]
In the same way, although the first few lines of this song are a little flat, Wan Feng sings eloquently.
"I'm knocking, this is something someone in their 60s can sing?!"
"Woo, Jin Shengyuzhen, this is the legendary Jin Shengyuzhen!"
"It's so charming, and this timbre is too good~"
"The king of heavenly kings, sure enough, there is only the wrong name, not the wrong nickname!"
“……”
Wan Feng has never seen any big scenes, although he is already in his sixtieth year, but his typhoon and voice are very steady.
So when he saw the crowd that was already a little chaotic in the audience, he didn't have a trace of panic, but his voice continued to raise a little and sang:
【Wine first dry for respect】
[Right and wrong are left to future generations to comment]
【After the hustle and bustle】
[Who is the turmoil in my heart determined]
It is precisely these simple sentences that show his background as a king to the extreme, on the word "descendants" in "right and wrong are left to posterity to comment", the small transposition directly made the audience present seem to "chuckle" in their hearts, but it doesn't matter, because Wan Feng's subsequent sentence "Turmoil in the heart ~ for whom to decide~" pulled them back again.
Maybe he hasn't been on stage for a long time, Wan Feng on the stage already has some excitement at this moment, and he continues to excitedly hold the microphone and sing to everyone.
[Heroes are lonely]
[Zheng Zheng iron bones still have tenderness]
【……】
【Silence】
[The long song in the dream is not quiet]
At this point, before the audience could understand what was about to happen, the band suddenly burst into a dense drum beat.
Wan Feng turned around with the beat of the drum, and then held the microphone in his left hand and raised his right hand at the big screen, followed by a Cantonese sentence.
[Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves]
[Why don't you roar and walk slowly]
[Bamboo cane shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid]
[A cloud of smoke and rain Ren Pingsheng]
The sudden fierce sound made everyone who was not prepared at all suddenly stiffened, as if ice water had been poured on their heads in the dog days, and the whole soul was a spirit.
Then everyone stood up and clapped uncontrollably.
"Good!"
"Great!"
"Wan Feng, good job."
"Eternal King of Heavenly Kings."
“……”
And the big screen pointed by Wan Feng on the stage also showed the whole poem at this moment.
"Fixing the Storm, Mo Listens to the Sound of Forests Beating Leaves"
Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not groan and walk slowly. Bamboo cane shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Ping's life.
The steep spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold, and the mountain is obliquely shining but welcomes. Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine.
Wan Feng is really good, especially this tone of singing poetry in Cantonese, which makes the audience love him to death.
You must know that even the song "Queqiao Immortal" sung by Dongfang Quan and Zhou Zhuangshi just now, even if it is all Cantonese, is in Dahua when singing the poems.
But when Wan Feng sang the song "Fixing the Storm", which was originally in Dahua, he used Cantonese in the opposite way, and the effect was surprisingly good.
Telling stories in Mandarin and expressing feelings in Cantonese can be called the best in the audience.
And Wan Feng on the field has completely released himself at this moment, he swayed himself to his heart's content with the accompaniment, and the golden sound of singing was still fluttering in the venue.
【The spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up slightly cold】
[The mountain is obliquely shining but welcomes]
[Looking back at the bleak place]
[There is no wind or rain or sunshine]
Wan Feng's performance today is too explosive.
Especially when he sang the last sentence "There is no wind and rain and no sunshine", it should have been a lyric, but he handled it quite delicately, the two "nothing" sounded like they were not sung in order at all, more like there was still a person hiding in harmony, but when the word "sunny" came out, everyone found out.
Oh, it turned out to be sung by one person.
After the poem was sung, the accompaniment sounded again, and when the passionate tune reached a peak, Wan Feng made a gesture, and the whole orchestra suddenly fell silent, as if Wan Feng was the conductor.
It wasn't until 2.3 seconds later, in the band that seemed to have regained its reaction, that the drums sounded again, and Wan Feng spoke again.
[Heroes are lonely]
[Zheng Zheng iron bones still have tenderness]
【……】
The second time I sang it, although the lyrics were still the same, the more and more prominent drums in the accompaniment, and Wan Feng's more and more vigorous voice, set off the song more and more dusty.
Even when Wan Feng sang "Ding Feng Bo Mo Listens to the Sound of Forests and Leaves" in Cantonese for the second time, the audience seemed to be able to see an old man walking in the wind and rain with bamboo canes and shoes, which was a difficult life, but this old man walked exceptionally chic and leisurely.
In this song, they also felt a kind of spiritual calmness, calmness, and contemplation. And the more tribulations and blows you experience, the more you can feel the sublimation of your soul, because even after the bitter wind and rain, it will eventually be clear.
With the super long treble of the word "sunny" at the end of "No Wind and Rain, No Sunny", the song "Fixing the Storm" finally ended.
In the applause and cheers of everyone, Wan Feng, who took two breaths, also put down the microphone.
Then he looks in the direction of the viewer as well as the camera.
A deep bow.
This is the respect that the old artist has for the audience.
ps: "Fixing the Storm", Alan Tam.