Don't call me a singing god, I just want to go back to doing scientific research.

The guzheng's "scraping" broke the silence, its clear tone like moonlight pouring onto still water, rippling outwards. Immediately following, the pipa's "tremolo" lightly touched the strings, producing a continuous stream of delicate sounds, like willow catkins fluttering, a black awning boat swaying, or the subtle sounds of a dream in Jiangnan.

The melodious, ethereal sound of the flute instantly washed away the noise of the entire studio, leaving only a tranquil and desolate atmosphere.

With just a few lines of prelude, a picture of a small bridge and flowing water under the moon has already unfolded in the holographic image.

The tone shifts, with gentle guitar arpeggios forming the foundation, and the erhu's "long notes" appearing and disappearing within, like a faint sigh.

Whose light did I steal when I chisel a hole in the wall as a child?

"Never combing my hair in the past, a decade of hard study has passed."

The entire room fell silent.

Therefore, Yang's clean and clear voice is not domineering or flamboyant, but flows quietly, carrying the unique quality of a young person. Without too much showing off, it is so pure that it hits people's hearts directly, making people unconsciously fall into it.

The ending note rises slightly, carrying a touch of the soft, gentle charm of the Jiangnan water towns, making this song, filled with sorrow, particularly captivating.

Lovers on the bridge come and go in pairs

"The red peonies by the bridge sigh that the night is too long."

On the judges' panel, a glint flashed in Zhuo Tongyu's eyes.

I think of the red peonies by the bridge, blooming year after year, but for whom do they bloom?

Jiang Kui's "Yangzhou Slow".

What a powerful line, "The night is too long!" In just a few words, the loneliness and helplessness of waiting are perfectly captured. The image of a young scholar who has studied diligently for many years, separated from his beloved, leaps off the page.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Yang's voice carried a hint of melancholy, like a wanderer who had been away from home for many years, longing for the moon over his hometown and the person under the moon in a foreign land during the spring.

As the verse ends, a melodious erhu interlude begins, plaintive and poignant, pushing the homesickness to a deeper level.

"The moonlight of Luzhou shines on my heart"

You under the moon are no longer the same as you used to be.

Too many wounds to express.

"I sighed and said, 'At the time, I thought it was just an ordinary thing.'"

In the chorus, Gu Yang's voice suddenly intensifies, no longer a straightforward chant, but one that suppresses surging longing and sorrow.

The bamboo flute's "short note" suddenly cuts in, its tone bright yet carrying a piercing emptiness, like a silent question: Now, who are you by?

Although the song is about the moonlight of one's hometown, one can feel the traveler's longing for a lover who is out of reach.

  

As the first section ends, in the interlude, the clear sound of the guzheng, the sorrowful sound of the erhu, and the hollow sound of the bamboo flute intertwine and resonate. They are no longer beautiful individually, but rather they transform into an impenetrable net, infinitely amplifying the emotion called "homesickness" and firmly enveloping everyone.

March is a month of misty clouds, warbling birds, and lush grass.

I saw my hometown amidst the fluttering willow catkins.

I wonder if you, the one I love, are still in Luyang.

A strand of black hair, treasured for a lifetime.

As he sang this line, a hint of red finally appeared at the corner of his eye, and his voice trembled almost imperceptibly.

In the audience, a girl in the front row could no longer hold back. She covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face. Her crying seemed to trigger something, and sobs began to spread in small groups.

This song doesn't have the grand intensity of "Never Left," nor does it feature the heart-wrenching high notes.

It's like an old poem soaked in moonlight, every word exuding a faint yet penetrating sorrow.

"The moonlight over Luzhou shines on my heart."

You under the moon are no longer the same as you used to be.

Too many wounds, too many to express.

"I sighed and said, 'At the time, I thought it was just an ordinary thing.'"

On the judges' panel, Ba Meng's tears had already stopped flowing. She frantically tried to wipe them away, ruining her makeup, but the tears seemed to flow even more freely.

Everyone online knows she's from Luzhou, but she's long since settled down in this Pearl of the Orient; she hasn't been back for far too long. These lyrics, every word like a needle, pierce the softest spot in her heart.

Zhuo Tongyu pursed his lips tightly and remained silent, but his eyes behind his glasses were fixed on the stage.

The arrangement is terrifying.

The flute, guzheng, and erhu are the three most classic traditional Chinese musical instruments, but that guy has turned the stage into something amazing.

Sometimes solo, sometimes interwoven, sometimes in dialogue, the song's layers and artistic conception are rendered to the extreme.

This is no longer just arranging music; it's painting with musical notes and telling a story with melody!

What's even more terrifying are the words. They seem simple, but each word is profound and vividly evocative.

In just a few words, the wandering and homesickness of a traveler throughout his life are fully expressed.

Qi Hanze, standing next to him, had his head down, his fingers tapping haphazardly on the table, the rhythm completely out of control.

He only has one thought in his mind right now.

What kind of monster is Luo Mu?

She can write songs with the healing power of "Sunlight Through the Cracks" and the grandeur of "Never Left," and now she has pulled out a classical-style song with an absolutely stunning artistic conception, "Luzhou Moon."

No, wait! There's also "Puppet Show," which redefined "opera-style singing" across the entire internet!

Qi Hanze suddenly looked up, glanced at the expressionless Zhuo Tongyu, and then at Ba Meng who was crying her eyes out. He almost blurted out "Holy shit!"

Damn, is this an all-rounder? Is this some kind of unlimited power cheat?! Does this leave no room for other songwriters?

On stage, Gu Yang had already sung the last part of the song.

"Moonlight over Luzhou, pear blossoms in cool rain"

Whom are you with now?

The moonlight of my hometown is deeply etched in my heart.

But the tears of yesteryear cannot be shed.

He sang the last line almost in a breathy voice, his singing filled with endless sighs and a sense of relief.

It's not that I'm no longer sad, but that the years have worn away even the strength to shed tears.

As the song ended, the flute began again, its melodious strains echoing throughout the studio, lingering in the air.

Gu Yang slowly put down the microphone, stood in the center of the stage, and bowed deeply to the audience.

A cool moon, a bustling hometown.

At this moment, two contradictory images perfectly overlapped through the song.

Waaaaah, I really want to go home.

Me too. I've been working away from home for three years now. It's impossible to get a train ticket for Chinese New Year. Now I haven't earned any money, haven't spent enough time with my children, and haven't taken good care of my elderly parents.

I just started school and didn't feel anything at first, but after listening to this song, I now want to buy a ticket home and miss my mom's cooking...

The live stream and the chat room were completely flooded with the word "homesick".

The host's eyes were also red, and he was about to go on stage to go through the procedures when Xiao Ruqian on the judges' panel suddenly picked up the microphone.

"Wait a moment."

His voice carried throughout the venue through the speakers, and everyone's eyes instantly focused on him.

Xiao Ruqian looked at Gu Yang, who was still standing on the stage, and then glanced at the two judges beside him who were equally excited, and spoke in a deep voice.

"The lyrics of this song are very profound. I don't know how much the audience and judges here will understand. To be fair, I'd like to give a brief analysis of the song first. I only have five minutes. Is that convenient?"