Golden Wheat Waves
"There it was, you and I"
"The Place I Loved"
“When the breeze carries the smell of harvest”
"Blowing in my face"
......
Chen Muyang's gentle voice, like a pair of warm hands, captured the hearts of everyone present, making people feel pure in spirit, as if they had been cleansed.
The image of standing in a golden wheat field involuntarily emerged in my mind. A gentle breeze blew, and ripples appeared in the wheat field.
......
Chen Muyang continued to chant:
"Let the lost vows fly"
"Blowing in the West Wind"
"Just like your soft long hair"
"Once Fragrance My Dreamland"
“Hmm~~~~”
The chanting of the last "hmm" seemed to bring everyone to the place where the wheat waves were swaying.
The summer night breeze is blowing gently.
The smell of harvest is in the air.
Song Zhuer held her chin with both hands, and her big eyes were full of Chen Muyang's shadow.
Teacher Huang and Teacher He's eyes were full of amazement, especially Teacher Huang. He naturally knew the quality of the song better than anyone else present.
After the song ended, Chen Muyang put his hands on the strings.
Warm applause rang out again in the pavilion.
"Having talent means you can do whatever you want. Not only are you talented, you're also pretty." Teacher He couldn't help but sigh.
"Teacher He, that's too much praise." Chen Muyang smiled modestly.
"No compliments at all. We harvested wheat together this afternoon. The picture that just came to my mind was when we were harvesting wheat this afternoon. It was so beautiful. This is the life of hope."
"Awesome!" Xu Zheng gave a thumbs up again.
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