Chapter 644: "The Yellow River Water Comes From the Sky"

Xu Nuo stood on the podium, and his every move attracted attention.

The entire symphony orchestra, under his conductor, moved like an arm and a finger, with smooth rhythm and perfect coordination.

"The Water of the Yellow River Comes from the Sky" starts with Lin Wanqing's pipa solo and Xiao Sa's recitation, and then other accompaniments are added.

Under the conductor of Xu, the cello and violin were ready to go.

The music pauses briefly and then begins to gradually increase in intensity.

Xiao Sa looked upright and had no manuscript in his hands, but he was correct every word.

"It vibrates and jumps, like a flying dragon, traveling thousands of miles a day and pouring into the vast East China Sea.

The tiger's mouth and the dragon's gate form a strange formation in the sky;

People dare not get close to it,

Even the poisonous dragon dare not hide under the water."

Pipa, cello, violin, three strings playing in unison.

Xiao Sa began to perform superbly.

Although there were lyrics in front of him, he didn't read them even once. With his strong memory, he read them out word for word or rapped them.

"Ten miles away, looking up at its thick smoke rising, like a fire burning all over the sky, makes your blood boil.

In fact, when the cold air comes, you will feel cold all over.

It groans, vibrates, and generates hundreds of thousands of horsepower,

Shake the earth's crust and disperse the dark clouds in the sky! "

This overwhelming and indomitable momentum, set off by music, makes people's hearts surge.

The audience at the scene wanted to shout out.

Xiao Sa's recitation was so powerful that everyone couldn't help but feel excited.

The audience in the live broadcast room immediately jumped to their feet.

They didn't expect that Xiao Sa could actually achieve such a level. Such recitation, or rapping, made them call him a god.

"Little brat!"

"Damn it, this recitation made my blood boil."

"You hold your head high the whole time and don't even look at the lyrics. Is this the strength of a CCTV host?"

"I could easily mispronounce these words when I read them, but he actually memorized them."

"Xiao Sa is the eternal god!"

And the promised conductor allowed the symphony orchestra to play again, and the melodious music did not lose its momentum at all.

Xiao Sa was still reciting passionately, and the beads of sweat on his forehead were clearly visible.

Regardless of the lyrics, this is the goal Xiao Sa has set for himself.

But in the section "The Water of the Yellow River Comes from the Sky", he has more than a thousand words, which is a huge challenge for anyone.

What's more, he not only has to memorize it, but he also has to memorize it in tune with the rhythm of the music, with melody and emotion.

Halfway through the recitation, Xiao Sa couldn't hold it anymore. The live lineup was too huge. Whether he could accomplish his goal was a small matter, but whether it affected the performance was a big deal.

Many people were staring at his eyes, wanting to see where his limits were.

At this time, Xiao Sa lowered his head and glanced at the lines.

The audience's first reaction was not regret, but a sigh of relief.

"It's killing me."

"I can't even breathe if he doesn't read the lines."

"Oh my god, I almost lost my breath."

"It's okay, it's okay. If Xiaosa continues to recite it, I will be suffocated to death."

"The little one is awesome, but the promise of writing lyrics is even more awesome. A perfect partner."

Lin Wanqing's slender fingers danced on the pipa, and her voice became more and more urgent.

The beauty of the pipa plays with the momentum of stormy waves.

"Now the people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait have suffered an unprecedented disaster.

The pirates of the East are spreading their murderous poisonous flames in the wilderness of Asia.

So hunger and death, like kala-azar, were contagious on both sides of the Yellow River! "

Xiao Sa's voice was like a bell, filled with endless pain and anger.

Lin Wanqing's pipa playing became more and more urgent, and she really said: "Don't be sad and resentful, silence is better than sound at this time, the silver bottle is broken, water slurry bursts out, and the cavalry stands out with the sound of swords and guns!"

The indomitable momentum and the belief that the brave will win when encountering a narrow road reached its peak amidst the sound of pipa and recitation.

The pipa and recitation are perfectly combined with the rhythm of cello and violin, which is amazing.

Li Kaixuan's eyes were filled with tears. Regarding that era, whenever he saw it, he felt indescribably moved and burning with anger.

The audience gritted their teeth and burst into anger.

“Since ancient times, countless bloody battles have been fought on the banks of the Yellow River.

Let the bones of the fortresses fill your river body, and the blood of Yin Yin dye your river surface red!

But you have never seen the enemy's cruelty like today,

I have never seen the descendants of the Yellow Emperor start a national mobilization like today. "

The Yellow River is roaring, the pipa is roaring, and the momentum of the warriors and horses sweeps across the audience.

If it weren't for the worry that it would affect the performance, the audience would have stood up and cheered.

"Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy!"

Such a voice echoes in everyone's heart.

Some people's eyes were red, staring at the reporters with plaster flags, as if they wanted to tear them into pieces and throw them into the Yellow River.

The Baga reporters felt chills down their spines and their legs were trembling.

It's terrible. This is just a concert. Why is there such murderous intent?

The almost substantial murderous intent made their breathing stagnant for a while.

They can only comfort themselves with the crime of murder and give themselves a pitiful sense of security.

The foreign reporters were not much better. They also felt difficulty breathing, as if they were being stared at by something terrifying.

They looked around and found that many people in the audience were crying silently, looking particularly weak.

However, it was this group of crying audiences that made them feel the chill deep into their bones.

They had no doubt that if someone told the audience that killing was not illegal at this time, they would be ruthlessly torn to pieces in the next second.

It was terrible, this was a terrible nation.

All foreign journalists made a decision - to return home immediately after the concert.

Every second they stayed, their danger would deepen.

At this moment, they were extremely grateful that China had never opened the equal device for all beings. From the eyes of the audience looking at them, they felt that they might not be able to leave this venue.

"The Water of the Yellow River Comes from the Sky" started again, and the orchestra stopped playing, leaving only the sound of the pipa tearing through the air.

"I have never seen 400 million compatriots as united as steel and iron as today;,

Millions of national heroes shed their blood to defend the motherland,

The heroic stories are as heroic as the raging waves of the Yellow River and the mountains!"

Under the morning sun, the pipa played by Lin Wanqing seemed to be burning.

The momentum soared into the sky, the Yellow River was roaring, and the pipa was burning.

The audience was so excited that they wanted to let out a long roar.

Xu Nuo waved his hands and the symphony orchestra started playing again.

The music was melodious and then gradually increased.

The audience completely understood why the Yellow River Concert could have such a huge momentum.

This was music they had never felt before, and it had the power to shock people.

Everyone even felt that the lineup was too conservative, the choir configuration was too conservative, and the audience seemed to be able to increase it.

"They guarded both sides of the Yellow River and prevented the enemy from crossing!

They wanted to bury the crazy enemy in the rolling Yellow River!"

The murderous aura surrounded both sides of the Yellow River, the audience was excited, and the foreign journalists felt cold on their backs.

In the live broadcast room, countless viewers were in tears. This was the music they wanted.

In the live broadcast room, there were also very special viewers watching the live broadcast.

"Xu Nuo is a good young man."

"I think we can let him perform in the Great Hall."

"I will contact him then."

A few gray-haired old men decided a big thing in a few words.

On the scene, "The Yellow River Water Comes from the Sky" is still going on.

"You roar, howl, toward the fields of the motherland, respond to the triumphant song of our great nation's victory!

Towards the fields of the motherland, respond to the triumphant song of our great nation's victory!"

Xiao Sa burst into tears and gritted his teeth.

Both the performers and the audience at the scene had red eyes.

There is hatred in the heart and tears in the eyes.

Such lyrics still have the power to inspire people in today's era of the rise of a great power.

However, when Mr. Guang Weiran wrote this lyrics, it was 1939. At that time, the country fell and the theory of national destruction was very noisy.

In such an environment, he always maintained his confidence in victory.

The great man once praised them for "commanding the people of the whole country to fight!"

The power of music is sometimes more powerful than a bullet, and every note is like a bullet.

What if the enemy is strong and we are weak, what if the country falls, what if we sacrifice our lives and shed our blood, words and melodies can fight and roar.

Xiao Sa bowed deeply, then quickly stepped off the stage to adjust his state.

As a reciter, he had a heavy task, and he was present in every song.

There was not a trace of applause or cheers at the scene, but everyone applauded and cheered for him in their hearts.

The live broadcast room was already deifying him.

Lin Wanqing also stood up and returned to the center of the choir.

Her pipa moved everyone.

Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing" was finally concretized at this moment.

The big and small pearls fell on the jade plate, the iron cavalry rushed out and the swords and guns rang, it turned out that what Bai Juyi wrote was all true.

"Lin Wanqing, the eternal god."

"Super godly pipa, I can't imagine how explosive Nuoyan's recitation would be if Lin Wanqing played the pipa."

"What a pity, it would be great if Nuoyan could become three pure beings in one breath, one conductor, one recitation, and one chorus, the picture is too beautiful to imagine."

"Xiao Sa is already very strong, okay!"

"Indeed, they are all very strong."

"Enjoy the music well."

"Is this the third song? I can't imagine how happy the audience is."

"Wow, I regret not going to Hukou Waterfall even more, I'm so damned!"

Xiao Sa slowed down, wiped his tears, turned a page of the script, and hurried to watch the next song.

Xu Nuo raised his hands flat.

He was the most tired person in this Yellow River concert. Not only did he have to stand throughout the whole process, but he also had to make precise calculations in his mind, which consumed his mind greatly.

After the whole scene was ready, Xu Nuo glanced at the audience, bent down slightly, waved his hands gently, and pinched and released his palms.

The camera zooms in to a French horn, and the melodious melody of the French horn sounds.

This is the fourth song "Yellow Water Ballad", and the music begins to play.

Xiao Sa has returned to the stage, and he looks sad.