The fourth round of the sixth phase has begun. The first to play was of course Qi Zhiyang, who represented the red team, and he sang a masterpiece of his own.

The performance was stable and excellent, and it also received a high score of 190 million votes. However, after the curtain call, he was still a little helpless, although the number of votes was already very good, but the applause of the audience was obviously perfunctory, and their eyes were obviously focused on the area of the blue team.

Qi Zhiyang finally had to comfort himself not to compare himself with people who were open. The person who opened the hanging here refers to Ling Mingda, and this hanging is, of course, specifically referring to Wang Xie.

One minute later, in the anticipation of everyone, the BLU stage finally lit up. Stage. Ling Mingda was ready at the moment.

However, unlike other singers, when the stage lights came back on, in addition to Ling Mingda and the band, there was also a row of harmony staff on the stage.

And as Ling Mingda bowed to everyone gracefully, the whole band suddenly moved, and the sounds of guitars, drums, and bass also sounded instantly.

The harmony crew on the stage also hummed softly to the rhythm for the first time.

“siwoqiumu”

“siwoqiumoa”

“oaiiye”

"ewoiya" It was at this time that the big screen behind Ling Mingda instantly lit up, but it did not display the name of the song, but instead showed a long sentence.

"Life is like the splendor of summer flowers, and death is like the quiet beauty of autumn leaves." This sentence lingered for a few seconds before the song's message slowly revealed.

Song Title: Life Like a Summer Flower Lyrics: Wang Xie Composer: Wang Xie Singing: Ling Ming has reached the present, this song has actually only started for more than ten seconds, and Ling Mingda has not officially spoken, but this song has brought several surprises to the audience, so that they don't know where to start for a while.

"Wow, as soon as this song started, it woke up all my cells."

"It's very chic, but it seems to have a sense of detachment, anyway, I can't say what it feels like, anyway, it feels great to me."

"What the hell is the language up there, that sounds great."

"First of all, exclude the Da Chinese language."

"It's not a beautiful word."

"That's not the case with cherry blossoms."

"The sentence 'life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves' is too meaningful."

"I can't bear to listen to the song, for fear that the lyrics behind it are not worthy of this sentence."

"I declare that Ling Mingda has won."

The fathers of the "......" audience were also discussing at this time. Han Boqi looked at Ikebe Jinichiro and teased: "How is it, do you have a new view of the word father now?" Of course Ikebe Jinichiro knew what Han Bochi meant, and he had to admit it,

The introduction of "life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves" indeed contains not only the beauty of words, but also the profound philosophy of life.

However, when it comes to the battle of lyrics and songs, he is not the kind of person who admits defeat easily. So Ikebe replied, "It's as if you wrote it." "Watching these two start their daily routine again

"Communication", Wang Ziwei also shook his head helplessly. And He Chen on the stage finally couldn't help it at this time, he had the same doubts as the audience, but he had an innate advantage, that is, Wang Xie himself was sitting next to him.

So He Chen simply asked directly: "What kind of language are these humming songs in front of me, I don't seem to have heard it." Wang Xie, who was looking at the stage, was also pulled back by He Chen's question, so he also lost his mind for a while.

But soon he came back to his senses and answered He Chen's question with a smile: "It's not a language, it's just a casual hum." He Chen was a little surprised: "It's as simple as that?" Wang Xie shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "It's that simple!" Anyway, in Wang Xie's memory, this is what Mr. Pu Shu, the original creator of this song, said when he was interviewed by the TV station.

He Chen imagined a lot of answers, but in the end, he was a little broken by Wang Xie's answer. But soon he sorted out his mood, and said with some admiration: "The previous sentence 'life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves' is really great, especially the word 'summer flowers', which reminds me of gorgeous and prosperous life, which blooms in the fullest season of the sun, such as galloping, jumping, and flying elves of life, in order to interpret the splendor of life." Wang Xie also nodded in agreement, this beautiful and subtle poem originally expressed the outlook on life and the world.

Summer flowers are a symbol of vigorous life, born like summer flowers, alive, to be brilliant, unrestrained, to be as gorgeous and vigorous as summer flowers.

Autumn leaves, sentimental, melancholy, poignant, quiet, facing death, facing life to return to nature, to be quiet, tranquil to let life pass, not to be vigorous, just as quiet as autumn leaves, not to feel sad and afraid.

However, Wang Xie only opened his mouth, and in the end he didn't explain much. Mainly, he has no way to explain which master Tagore is, and what kind of fairy poetry "Flying Birds" is.

So Wang Xie just snorted towards the stage: "Listen to the song, listen to the song." Ling Mingda on the stage finally spoke at this moment.

"I don't know how long I slept in the dark."

"I don't know how hard it will be to open my eyes"

The lyrics of "......" are sad but full of a kind of expectation, which seems to be a kind of despair after the eternal fall into darkness, and it seems to be hope before a seed is about to sprout.

Coupled with Ling Mingda's low and sunny singing, everyone was intoxicated. However, the trough was only temporary, and after the first part of the main song was sung, the drum beat of the drum kit began to play.

Ling Mingda's voice also sounded again.

"I am this dazzling moment"

"It's a flame that crosses the sky"

Although the lyrics of "......" are instantly full of vigorous vitality and the rhythm is getting faster and faster, Ling Mingda's singing voice has not accelerated, and it is even full of a more peaceful feeling.

In particular, the constant repetition of meaningless bytes of harmony adds a different meaning to the song.

At this time, the audience also felt that the stuffiness in their chests suddenly dissipated, and a special emotion was constantly brewing.

On the outside, the audience is getting more and more excited. And Ling Mingda's gentle voice finally rose an octave, singing in a voice similar to chanting.

"I'm here~"

"It's right here~"

"The shock is generally short~"

"Gorgeous like summer flowers~" The audience finally clicked on the topic when they listened to the song at this time, and they were all a little dazed.

But the expressions on their faces were completely different: some were just stunned, others were smiling, and some were silent.

Although their feelings may not be the same now, they are sure that they hear the blossoming and withering of life in this song.

And their different performances at this time only felt the weakness and greatness of life, and they involuntarily remembered a certain fragment of their lives.

And in everyone's obsession, Ling Mingda also completed his own interpretation.

"It's spring all the way

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"Thorns all the way

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"The shock is short-lived

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"Gorgeous like summer flowers

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"It's a world that can't stay long"