The piece "Swords Like Dreams" is absolutely perfect for playing on the guzheng. The guzheng's fierce and powerful sound can fully express the artistic conception and charm of this piece.
The joyful flute and the high-pitched pipa first created a dreamlike atmosphere, then the guzheng entered, starting from the high notes and then moving to the low register.
When the main melody played by the bass line began to sound, the audience started to stir.
This melody, a combination of bass and high bass, strikes the deepest part of people's hearts like a hammer blow; it's impossible not to be moved.
Liang Liang is a complete novice when it comes to the guzheng, but even a novice has his own ideas.
He always believed that playing the piece "Swords and Dreams" on the guzheng with mid-low and double low notes was very powerful, while playing it with high and double high notes was nonsense.
Of course, this is just his opinion.
He couldn't control how others played this piece, but he could control how Xia Dongdong played it, because he was the one who taught him.
Therefore, Xia Dongdong's performance of "Swords Like Dreams" mainly uses the middle and low-pitched ranges, with the middle low-pitched range making up the vast majority of the composition, and the high-pitched range being used only as a harmonizing and transitional element.
This gives the listener a feeling of dark clouds looming over the city, threatening to crush it.
Especially the chorus, which comes and goes in a flash, with its dense, rain-like rhythm, seems to conjure up a breathtaking scene: a blood-red sky, a setting sun, vast desert sands, clashing swords and galloping horses, drawing swords to challenge the heavens, wandering the ends of the earth…
When the flute played its last note, the entire audience erupted in thunderous applause.
The guzheng performance was over, but Liang Liang hadn't finished setting up his equipment yet. He was flirting with three long-haired girls by the counter.
"Hey girl! How about I say this: if you've already fallen in love with me, please kiss me? Pretty bold, right?"
The three girls smiled without saying a word, seemingly unbothered by the idea of kissing someone on the lips.
"Big star! Are you done with those lyrics yet?"
Someone shouted something from the audience.
"Alright! Almost done holding it in!"
As Liang Liang put away the banknotes and returned to the stage, she couldn't resist flirting.
"Girls! When I'm singing on stage later, don't forget to throw me a couple of kisses. That would be the biggest encouragement for me."
"What if my boyfriend beats me up?" one of the girls asked with a smile.
"If he won't even let you blow him two kisses, then he's too narrow-minded. You have to find someone else!"
"Ha! Aren't you afraid her boyfriend will come and beat you up?"
"Tch! Why are you hitting me? I didn't seduce his girlfriend."
"Big star! You're so good-looking and sing so well, do lots of girls like you?" another girl asked.
Why are you asking this? You're not planning to be my girlfriend, are you?
"If you're willing, I have no objection!"
Who says girls are all thin-skinned? If they were thick-skinned, their skin would be as tough as reinforced concrete.
"Girl! You speak so sweetly, you must have cavities, right?"
Liang Liang's sudden remark caught the girl off guard, leaving her momentarily speechless.
"I'm going up on stage to sing now, goodbye, beauties!"
Liang Liang returned to the center of the stage with a sly grin.
"Fellow villagers, brothers and sisters of Yahe! I, Hu Hanwu, have returned!"
"Hu Hanwu? Why don't you call him Hu Hanliu?" someone in the audience joked.
"Whether it's Hu Hanwu or Hu Hanliu, I'm back. You people are so dishonest. Do you know how much I was holding in? I wet my pants!"
"No wonder I smelled urine!" There was actually a straight man in the audience.
"Even if you wet your pants and there's no way to change them, just bear with it! I'm going to sing the lyrics to 'The Fake Monk' for you now. I need to talk to the band first, so please wait a moment!"
The band never rehearsed a vocal version of this song, so Liang Liang has to teach them a thing or two.
Actually, there's not much to change. Just remove the suona playing and replace it with him singing. Everything else remains basically the same.
After giving his explanation, Liang Liang returned to the microphone.
"Green leaves fall to the earth without regret, to repay the soil's fragrant affection; flowers wither in the wind and rain, because they have blossomed with the beauty of life. That's how much I love you, like the wind that travels 25,000 miles to see you. Come on! Come and see me!"
As soon as Liang Liang finished shouting, the prelude to the fake monk's chant began.
This time, the prelude omits the opening sections with other instruments and starts directly with the guzheng performance.
This guzheng performance was played with several notes drawn out.
I want to walk from south to north
I will walk from white to black.
I want people to see me
But I don't know who I am.
A good song doesn't need to be sung too much; just a few simple lines can get people excited.
In just this short segment, the audience immediately went wild.
Qin Wenju, who was watching from the second floor, felt her heart tremble. At this moment, she truly felt as if she had returned to the age of eighteen, and could clearly hear the blood gushing in her veins.
She felt she couldn't sit there any longer; she wanted to go downstairs and jump, shout, and party like everyone else.
If you fall in love with me, don't be afraid of regretting it.
Because one day I will fly far away
I don't want to stay in one place
He also didn't want anyone to follow him.
…
Don't try to find out who I am.
Don't expect to see my hypocrisy.
Lelelelelelelele
Lelelelelelelelele
At this point in the song, Liang Liang made a gesture to the audience to come together.
Then, a series of loud shouts erupted throughout the stadium.
This child is teachable!
These people have a pretty good ability to understand, so they started singing along.
Huh!
Liang Liang was surprised to find Qin Wenju jumping and skipping around in the crowd, just like an 18-year-old girl.
Liang Liang smiled, pursing her lips.
Lelelelelelelele
Lelelelelelelelele
Come on! Come on! Come on!
After three roars, and a long ending melody, the fake monk finished his performance.
A prolonged period of shouting and whistling.
"Guys, young and old! I think I did a pretty good job coming up with those words?"
"That's amazing! Incredible!"
"Awesome!"
The sound of "Niu Bi" (a type of Chinese calligraphy) filled the stadium, which reminded Liang Liang of the home stadium of a certain team in the Jia-A League that started this year.
"Tell me out loud, was it fun?"
"That was awesome!"
"Was it good?"
"Cool!"
"One more, want one?"
"want!"
After shouting the slogans, Liang Liang softened his tone.
"Do you really want it?"
"I really want more!"
"I know you want it, but at least show some sincerity. Just a little something. I'm not asking for much. If everyone here can give me a dollar, that will be fine. If you keep giving me dollars, my singing won't stop tonight. Come on! Let me see your sincerity."
Another wave of tipping swept through the venue.
If we don't pay for song requests tonight, how can we not come up with something in return?
The Farmers Band had been stealing the show on stage for quite some time, and they didn't know the next song, so it was the Red Cliff Band's turn to perform.
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