"Thank you, but may I ask what kind of work you do and why you have so much time?" Chen Muyang asked with a smile.
As soon as the words fell, there was laughter from everyone around.
Then, Chen Muyang began to sing the first song.
The second song.
The third song.
The fourth song.
The fifth one.
"I took a boat from Yuzhou and arrived in Jiangxia after five days. I saw many scenic spots and historical sites along the way!" Chen Muyang said after drinking a bottle of water.
"The Three Gorges Dam, the Red Cliffs battlefield, the Yueyang Tower, etc. are all very shocking, so I prepared songs and articles this time, I hope you will like them."
"I'd like to give you all a poem called 'Nian Nu Jiao: Remembering the Past at Chibi'. Sorry, our students will have to memorize one more poem in the future!" Chen Muyang said with a malicious smile.
Then he waved his hand, and the entire story of "Nian Nu Jiao" appeared on the big screen. Chen Muyang also read it aloud word by word:
"The river flows eastward, its waves wash away all the heroes of the ages."
"To the west of the old fortress, people say it is the Red Cliff of Zhou Lang in the Three Kingdoms Period."
"Rough rocks pierce the sky, waves crash against the shore, and thousands of snowdrifts are swirled. The landscape is picturesque, and there are so many heroes at the moment."
The audience at the scene and in the live broadcast room felt their hearts tighten after hearing Chen Muyang's rhythmic reading of this part!
"Stop it, stop it, shut up, I beg you, Brother Yang!"
"Oh my god, this is a concert, can you please do something serious?"
"Whose concerts feature poetry, lyrics, and storytelling?"
"I'm really impressed!"
"My friend, you are truly a man of great literary talent."
The resentment of the students in the live broadcast room erupted, but in the literary circle, the professors headed by Su Wensheng were indeed excited and quickly found paper and pen to copy.
Old man Su took the time to post barrages, not caring whether Chen Muyang could see them or not.
On the stage, Chen Muyang began to recite the next stanza.
"I recall the days of Gongjin, when Xiao Qiao was just married, and he was so handsome and heroic."
"With a feather fan and a silk scarf, he chatted and laughed, and the masts and oars were reduced to ashes."
"I am lost in thought as I wander my homeland. The sentimental must laugh at my premature graying hair. Life is like a dream, I shall pour a cup of wine to the moon over the river."
It’s important to say it or not, just read it with clear pronunciation and intonation, and it feels pretty good.
"If it were just the lyrics, everyone would definitely find it boring, so I composed the music for it. Please listen!" Chen Muyang said, and then waved in the direction of the band.
The prelude starts...
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