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Chapter 116 The Class Meeting Competition 3
Chapter 116 The Class Meeting Competition 3
Xiang Wenjie was a little surprised by Tong Xiaotu's answer, and frowned.
Speaking of which, I don't know what songs she plans to sing, probably some childish children's songs?
Glancing at her with disdain, she smiled at Wenjie, "Since you want to make a fool of yourself, Tong Xiaotu, I won't stop you."
The little girl responded indifferently: "Even if I admit that you are really good at dancing, it doesn't mean that my performance is bad."
Brother Luobo spent a few days writing this song for her personally, so she didn't think it would be worse than Xiang Wenjie.
Under everyone's focused attention, Tong Xiaotu walked to the middle and said to the teacher, "I'm ready to perform."
"Has Xiaotu prepared the accompaniment tape?" asked the head teacher.
Shaking his head, the little rabbit said, "Brother Luoba wrote this song himself, without accompaniment."
What?Brother Carrot created it?
The teacher opened his mouth and said in surprise, "Xiaotu means that the song that Xiaotu wants to sing is written by that brother Luobo himself?"
"Yeah, brother carrot is amazing!" Tong Xiaotu finished speaking, and took out the gourd shreds that had been prepared in advance.
Because there is no piano accompaniment, in order to enhance the musical sense of the ancient style, Qi Luobai suggested that the prelude should be replaced by cucurbit silk.
The prelude lasted only ten seconds, and Xiaotu memorized it without studying for too long.
Even so, she was still worried that something might go wrong, so she got up early in the morning and practiced blowing for a long time.
Now, everyone saw her gently press the cucurbit silk to her lips, holding her breath.
The tone is warm, delicate, full and rustic.
Like silk dancing in the wind, and like the sweetness of clear springs.
The teacher standing not far away thought of a sentence "the sound is as sweet as the water in Dai village, and the sound is as soft as the phoenix-tailed bamboo".
Now that I think about it, it is a perfect description for cucurbit silk.
The tune is very beautiful, it is really a tune that I have never heard before, when I close my eyes, I even feel like I am floating in the clouds.
Putting down the cucurbit silk, the girl sang in a brisk rhythm: "The moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Look up at the moon and look down at your hometown."
Almost in one breath, she continued to sing: "Chun Mian does not wake up, I hear birds singing everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night, how much do you know when flowers fall."
In less than 30 seconds, she sang five poems very quickly. If you don't listen carefully, you hardly know what the lyrics are.
In the middle part, the singing gradually slowed down, "Grass grows and the warbler flies to the February sky, brushing the embankment and raising the willows to get drunk with green smoke, drunk with green smoke."
There's a bit of a theatrical tone, and the voice gets higher and higher, and by the end, the high notes seem to be floating in the air.
In the middle section, she deliberately changed the tone, used the "Speaking Words" of Peking Opera, and read the five poems again nicely.
The girl's voice is bright and smooth, her accent is mellow and charming, smooth and sweet.
When the song returns to "Thinking at a Quiet Night", the lyrics are changed to, "Look up at the bright moon like a jade plate, and look down at my hometown in the distance."
Tong Xiaotu continued to sing in a very ancient rhyme: "Speaking of the pain in my heart, but no one knows, no one knows..."
After a song, it can be said that the lingering sound lingers, and everyone is dumbfounded.
In the dead air, it was a girl in the class who said first: "The little rabbit is singing a poem from a book?"
The head teacher, who is a Chinese teacher, knows this best. The five unrelated poems are all must-recite poems for the first grade.
That's all for words, but poetry can be sung as a song?And it's so smooth, so nice?
It's really nice!Especially the high notes in the middle are interspersed with the front, and the lingering sound is completed in one go.
I recommend everyone to listen to "Pipa Xing" by Qiran/Shen Miren~ hahaha, I wrote this chapter just listening to this song.Miaomiao is not a music student, so please forgive me if you feel that the writing is not good.
(End of this chapter)
Xiang Wenjie was a little surprised by Tong Xiaotu's answer, and frowned.
Speaking of which, I don't know what songs she plans to sing, probably some childish children's songs?
Glancing at her with disdain, she smiled at Wenjie, "Since you want to make a fool of yourself, Tong Xiaotu, I won't stop you."
The little girl responded indifferently: "Even if I admit that you are really good at dancing, it doesn't mean that my performance is bad."
Brother Luobo spent a few days writing this song for her personally, so she didn't think it would be worse than Xiang Wenjie.
Under everyone's focused attention, Tong Xiaotu walked to the middle and said to the teacher, "I'm ready to perform."
"Has Xiaotu prepared the accompaniment tape?" asked the head teacher.
Shaking his head, the little rabbit said, "Brother Luoba wrote this song himself, without accompaniment."
What?Brother Carrot created it?
The teacher opened his mouth and said in surprise, "Xiaotu means that the song that Xiaotu wants to sing is written by that brother Luobo himself?"
"Yeah, brother carrot is amazing!" Tong Xiaotu finished speaking, and took out the gourd shreds that had been prepared in advance.
Because there is no piano accompaniment, in order to enhance the musical sense of the ancient style, Qi Luobai suggested that the prelude should be replaced by cucurbit silk.
The prelude lasted only ten seconds, and Xiaotu memorized it without studying for too long.
Even so, she was still worried that something might go wrong, so she got up early in the morning and practiced blowing for a long time.
Now, everyone saw her gently press the cucurbit silk to her lips, holding her breath.
The tone is warm, delicate, full and rustic.
Like silk dancing in the wind, and like the sweetness of clear springs.
The teacher standing not far away thought of a sentence "the sound is as sweet as the water in Dai village, and the sound is as soft as the phoenix-tailed bamboo".
Now that I think about it, it is a perfect description for cucurbit silk.
The tune is very beautiful, it is really a tune that I have never heard before, when I close my eyes, I even feel like I am floating in the clouds.
Putting down the cucurbit silk, the girl sang in a brisk rhythm: "The moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Look up at the moon and look down at your hometown."
Almost in one breath, she continued to sing: "Chun Mian does not wake up, I hear birds singing everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night, how much do you know when flowers fall."
In less than 30 seconds, she sang five poems very quickly. If you don't listen carefully, you hardly know what the lyrics are.
In the middle part, the singing gradually slowed down, "Grass grows and the warbler flies to the February sky, brushing the embankment and raising the willows to get drunk with green smoke, drunk with green smoke."
There's a bit of a theatrical tone, and the voice gets higher and higher, and by the end, the high notes seem to be floating in the air.
In the middle section, she deliberately changed the tone, used the "Speaking Words" of Peking Opera, and read the five poems again nicely.
The girl's voice is bright and smooth, her accent is mellow and charming, smooth and sweet.
When the song returns to "Thinking at a Quiet Night", the lyrics are changed to, "Look up at the bright moon like a jade plate, and look down at my hometown in the distance."
Tong Xiaotu continued to sing in a very ancient rhyme: "Speaking of the pain in my heart, but no one knows, no one knows..."
After a song, it can be said that the lingering sound lingers, and everyone is dumbfounded.
In the dead air, it was a girl in the class who said first: "The little rabbit is singing a poem from a book?"
The head teacher, who is a Chinese teacher, knows this best. The five unrelated poems are all must-recite poems for the first grade.
That's all for words, but poetry can be sung as a song?And it's so smooth, so nice?
It's really nice!Especially the high notes in the middle are interspersed with the front, and the lingering sound is completed in one go.
I recommend everyone to listen to "Pipa Xing" by Qiran/Shen Miren~ hahaha, I wrote this chapter just listening to this song.Miaomiao is not a music student, so please forgive me if you feel that the writing is not good.
(End of this chapter)
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