[102, a song of gods, national style ceiling]

"It's beautiful, it's shocking!"

Offstage, the chief director Feng Gangpao looked fascinated.

Although he had already read the lyrics, after hearing Su Qingyun's live singing, his scalp was still numb from shock.

Divine!

Su Ye is a cow breaker!

Feng Gangcang was a little proud.

If you let these people know, this "Blue and White Porcelain" was written by Su Qingyun on the way here!

It took a few minutes before and after!

Don't let this group of people drop their jaws on the spot!!

At the same time, Wang Fanjing's face was very ugly.

Just like a wronged girl, she looked at Su Qingyun who was swaying freely on the stage with a depressed face.

The baby's heart is bitter, and the baby can't say it!

Is this still a human being after all, this is simply a demon!

It's all the same people, one nose and two eyes, what is the brain of people?

This song of his, but the company invested heavily to build!

Master Lin Xi and Master Huang Zhan were specially invited to polish the songs that took several months to polish, which can be said to be perfect!

Originally, this song was not prepared for the Spring Festival Gala.

It's for his new album!

It's just that I suddenly received an invitation to the Spring Festival Gala!

He was ready to use this song and knock on the door of the Spring Festival Gala.

Who would have thought that Su Qingyun is also an ancient song.

As soon as this "Blue and White Porcelain" came out, all the other ancient songs were dwarfed and overshadowed.

The audience's eyes are bright, so they don't care that Wang Fanjing's face has turned black into purple now.

The applause, screams, and cheers came and went.

Su Qingyun's light and frosty voice had completely conquered everyone.

Front row.

Old Man Qian Muwen stood up directly excitedly and applauded violently.

"Okay, great."

"This is by far the best national style song I've ever heard!"

"When I hear this song, I feel like I'm in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River with fireworks in March, peach and willow green, and pink walls and tiles."

"As soon as I closed my eyes, I seemed to see a smiling woman on the shore of the damp bluestone slab, the most beautiful thing is not the appearance, but the mood, bright and clear, like a clear pool around her, a pool of wrinkled spring water!"

"This song, in terms of artistic conception, is like a hazy ink landscape in the south of the Yangtze River, and the water and clouds can vaguely see the white clothes and skirts of the Yiren flying around."

"On words and sentences, it is a plain heart note written by the pen end of the beautiful window, and the twists and turns of the pen are only because the heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of knots."

"When it comes to tunes, it seems like a mountain spring stream flowing quietly on the stone in the breeze, clear and translucent and winding loop, with many inexhaustible meanings."

"This song of blue and white porcelain that never fades is the best of the national style music, and it has become a monument in the Chinese music scene!"

The old man is worthy of being a cultural person, and this comment, the poetic language, speaks everyone's heart.

"Su Xiaoyou, I'm curious, what made you create such a divine comedy?"

Su Qingyun thought for a moment and said slowly:

"Because I have the blood of Chinese culture in my bones."

Qian Muwen was slightly stunned, and then smiled with relief:

"As soon as Su Xiaoyou's song comes out, it will make more people feel the beauty of the national style and make more people fall in love with traditional culture, which can be described as immeasurable."

After Qian Muwen finished commenting, the thirty professional judges behind couldn't help it.

One of the judges stood up and did not hesitate to praise it:

"Purely in terms of the beauty of the lyrics, this song should be the first in the Chinese music scene! In 30 years, no one can surpass it! ”

Another middle-aged judge also said:

"Agree, in my personal opinion, the beauty of Su Qingyun's writing of Chinese is not inferior to everyone like Li Shangyin and Li Yu, and the beauty is to the extreme."

And at this time, Zhang Weijun, who had not spoken, finally couldn't help it.

He admits that this "Blue and White Porcelain" is too well written!

However, he was prejudiced against Su Qingyun, which made him unable to pull his face to praise Su Qingyun.

He asks for a bone in the egg, and finally he discovers a small problem.

"Ahem, ahem...... The song is indeed beautifully written, but I want to point out one problem. ”

"Azure is waiting for smoke and rain, and I'm waiting for you. What does this phrase mean? Inexplicably, rhyming for the sake of rhyming spoils the beauty of the song. ”

However, Su Qingyun scoffed, glanced at Zhang Weijun lightly, and said:

This sentence is exquisite, but I didn't write it casually! If you read enough, you wouldn't ask such ignorant questions. ”

"If you don't believe it, go ask Old Man Qian Muwen."

Hearing this, Zhang Weijun looked at Qian Muwen with a dark face and said:

"Old Qian, am I wrong?"

Qian Muwen opened his mouth to explain:

"Azure is waiting for smoke and rain, and I'm waiting for you! This sentence can be said to be the top of the second! ”

"In ancient times, people burned glaze, and it was difficult to burn azure, and it must wait until it rained, and the temperature and humidity were just right, and the most beautiful azure."

"That's why it's called azure and waiting, but you don't know when it's going to rain, so you're going to wait!"

"In the same way, you don't know when your significant other will appear, you can only wait with your life."

"But there must be a moment when you happen to be there, and she just happens. And so your most beautiful azure appeared! ”

After listening to Qian Muwen's words, Zhang Weijun's old face was embarrassed, and as for the others, they were all fascinated by the cultural heritage behind it.

"Wow, I can't imagine that this lyrics contain such a broad and profound culture!"

"Su Qingyun is really too talented and cultural!"

They looked at Su Qingyun with adoring eyes one by one, especially those young ladies, and they secretly promised one by one.

In the back row, a beautiful judge stood up directly and confessed to Su Qingyun:

"White tea Qinghuan has nothing else to do, I'm waiting for the wind and waiting for you."

"Su Qingyun, I'm willing to wait for you, do you like me?"

A song was sung until the beautiful judges confessed on the spot!

I'm afraid I can't stop it with a full score!

And the words of the beautiful judges also made the audience start to coax!

Thunderous applause!

Screams that shook the sky!

Boiling shouts!

"Together, together, together!"

"Hahahaha, Su Qingyun was confessed, kiss one, kiss one."

It took four or five minutes for the joyful atmosphere to subside.

Feng Gangpao hurriedly came to the stage and shouted at the audience with a microphone:

"Everyone said, is this "Blue and White Porcelain" good?"

Hearing this, everyone at the scene shouted in unison: "It's good." ”

After listening to the audience's answers, Feng Gangpao also began to blow rainbow farts:

"Su Qingyun's "Blue and White Porcelain" was written in front of me."

"The first time I saw the lyrics, I knew the song was going to be a hit!"

"It's so beautiful, it's really beautiful!"

"Let us once again thank Su Qingyun with warm applause."

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

There was another burst of explosive applause, and it sounded for a full minute before the atmosphere of the scene slowly lowered.

"Okay, now it's the most important part, now ask thirty professional musicians to score this blue and white porcelain."

"Let's wait and see how many points this blue and white porcelain can get!"

(End of chapter)