Rainy Season at Seventeen
Lyrics by: Xiao Qingfeng
Composer: Xiao Qingfeng
Singer: Xiao Qingfeng
As the music began to play softly, Xiao Qingfeng gently picked up the microphone, and at that moment, the entire stage seemed to be enveloped in a halo of youth.
Xiao Qingfeng closed his eyes slightly, immersing himself in the melody of the song.
His expression was serene yet filled with reminiscence, as if he had truly returned to the rainy season of his seventeenth year.
He slightly raised his chin, a faint smile playing on his lips—a smile of nostalgia and longing for his youth.
The prelude, like a gentle drizzle, fell on the hearts of the audience.
Xiao Qingfeng swayed his body gently to the rhythm, each movement perfectly in sync with the music. Sometimes he would slightly raise his hand, as if touching a past dream; sometimes he would gently nod, as if recalling the moments of his youth.
When I was a child
There are many jasmine flowers in front of the door.
[It emits a faint, pleasant fragrance]
Xiao Qingfeng's voice was clear and pure, like a mountain spring, slowly flowing into everyone's heart.
His eyes shone with a light, a light that reflected his love and dedication to youth.
The audience listened quietly, as if Xiao Qingfeng's singing had transported them to a world full of memories.
The audience members wore expressions of rapture, some even closing their eyes slightly as they absorbed the emotions conveyed in the song.
Some people stared intently at Xiao Qingfeng on stage, as if they were looking back on their own youth.
The Rainy Season When I Was Seventeen
We share common aspirations.
They once embraced tightly.
Xiao Qingfeng's voice gradually rose in pitch, and his emotions became even more intense.
He slightly opened his arms, as if embracing the beautiful memories of the past.
The stage lights flickered with his movements, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.
The audience was moved by Xiao Qingfeng's singing, and some people began to hum along softly. Even though they couldn't sing, they hummed along without caring whether they were singing correctly or not.
Some people had tears glistening in their eyes.
They recalled their dreams, love, and friendships when they were seventeen, and those beautiful memories played back in their minds like a movie.
Xiao Qingfeng sang with all his might on stage, every note he played was full of power.
He would sometimes walk briskly, and sometimes stop to communicate with the audience with affectionate eyes.
His singing voice was like magic, filling the entire concert venue with warmth and emotion.
The Rainy Season When I Was Seventeen
[Recalling the little things from my childhood]
But I found that growth was slowly approaching.
As the song drew to a close, Xiao Qingfeng's voice became even gentler.
His eyes were filled with emotion, a sense of helplessness at the passage of time and an understanding of growing up.
As the last note faded, the entire concert venue fell silent.
Then, thunderous applause and cheers erupted. The audience stood up, applauding and cheering for Xiao Qingfeng's wonderful performance.
Their faces beamed with happiness, their hearts filled with nostalgia for their youth and hope for the future.
Xiao Qingfeng smiled and bowed to the audience to express his gratitude, his eyes glistening with tears of emotion.
He knew that his singing touched everyone's heartstrings, allowing them to find their own youthful memories on this night.
As Xiao Qingfeng passionately sang "The Rainy Season of My Seventeenth Year" on stage, reporters from state media and mainstream media were also conducting real-time reporting in a tense but orderly manner.
The team of reporters from the central media outlets set up professional camera equipment on site to clearly record every wonderful moment on the stage.
Holding a microphone, the reporter excitedly announced to the camera, "Dear audience, this is the scene at Xiao Qingfeng's concert. Right now, Xiao Qingfeng is performing his original song, 'The Rainy Season of My Seventeenth Year.' The atmosphere here is warm and moving; the audience seems to have been transported back to their youth by Xiao Qingfeng's singing."
The camera switched to the stage, where Xiao Qingfeng had his eyes slightly closed, immersed in the melody of the song. The reporter continued to explain: "Xiao Qingfeng's voice is clear and pure, like a mountain spring, flowing into the hearts of every audience member. Every movement and every expression of his is full of nostalgia and longing for youth."
At the same time, the online live streaming platforms of major mainstream media outlets also attracted countless viewers to watch online.
The live chat was filled with viewers' comments:
"Xiao Qingfeng is amazing!" "This song reminds me of when I was seventeen."
The media host interacted with the audience in the live broadcast room, sharing his feelings about the scene: "As you can see, the audience was very engaged. Xiao Qingfeng's song 'The Rainy Season When I Was Seventeen' really touched the deep emotions in everyone's hearts."
Reporters from some newspapers and media outlets were on site quickly recording the highlights of the concert, preparing to write detailed reports later.
While observing Xiao Qingfeng on stage and the audience's reactions, they scribbled furiously in their notebooks.
"Xiao Qingfeng's concert is not only a musical feast, but also a tribute to youth. His songs are full of positive energy, allowing people to find that pure memory in their busy lives."
On social media, the topic of Xiao Qingfeng's concert quickly gained momentum.
Mainstream media outlets released photos and video clips from the event, attracting even more attention. Netizens shared and commented, expressing their love for Xiao Qingfeng and their praise for the concert.
"The real-time coverage by state media and mainstream media allowed those of us who couldn't be there to experience the excitement of the concert."
"Xiao Qingfeng's music is so infectious. I'm grateful to the media for allowing us to share this feeling."
With real-time coverage from state media and mainstream media, Xiao Qingfeng's concerts have gained increasing influence, and his music has resonated with more people, becoming a beautiful part of their youthful memories.
Meanwhile, inside that upscale club in Kyoto, the lights were dim and the atmosphere was oppressive.
A dozen or so professional singers and entertainment industry bigwigs sat together, their faces grim.
Jing Chenxi said fiercely, "We have to teach Xiao Qingfeng a lesson. We can't let him continue to be so smug."
Lin Fei nodded in agreement: "That's right, we need to think of a way to make him suffer a big setback."
After frowning and thinking for a moment, a tycoon said, "We can arrange to bribe some reporters from unscrupulous media outlets to harass and surround Xiao Qingfeng. We can find some sensitive topics to provoke him, find a way to anger him, and make him attack the reporters. As soon as he makes a move, we can fan the flames from behind and make the matter bigger."
Everyone agreed.
Jing Chenxi's lips curled into a sinister smile: "Hmph, his image will plummet then, let's see how arrogant he can still be."
Lin Fei suggested, "Let's do it right away. We'll definitely hold a press conference after the concert, and all the media will be there, so it'll be the perfect opportunity."
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