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"Brother Fan, we like you and want to hear you sing."

Regardless of the number of people, at least at this moment, many voices are rising and falling. For many, Xu Fan's arrival tonight is an absolute surprise.

If one were fortunate enough to hear a song by Xu Fan, it would be incredibly exciting.

Xu Fan nodded and said, "In that case, I'll make a fool of myself."

Xu Fan's original intention was simply to sing one song, but the key point was that the host suddenly said, "Xu Fan, you know this is the Maodun Literary Prize award ceremony, so you can't just sing anything."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire audience applauded, which was naturally in agreement.

Xu Fan was slightly taken aback, not expecting the other party to pose such a difficult question. He frowned inwardly, and the host said again, "I believe in Brother Fan's abilities. If all else fails, you can compose a song on the spot."

To be honest, Xu Fan felt a slight aversion to the host at that moment, but it seemed that what the host said made sense.

So Xu Fan had no choice but to say, "In that case, I'll sing a song I wrote before."

The host asked curiously, "Is it related to literature?"

Xu Fan nodded and said, "I once had a dream where immortals rose and the dynasty was prosperous. I then wrote an ancient poem, which was later set to music and sung. I have never sung it before, but I will sing it for everyone soon."

As soon as Xu Fan finished speaking, the entire audience erupted in uproar.

Everyone was shocked and speechless. Xu Fan said that he dreamed of the prosperity of an ancient dynasty, so he wrote a poem.

Since it was an ancient poem, not modern song lyrics, everyone was skeptical of Xu Fan.

Even though Xu Fan has written one classic song after another and a novel that won the Maodun Literary Prize, many people are still skeptical about the claim that he wrote an ancient poem.

Moreover, the fact that Xu Fan said it was something he saw in a dream made it even more unlikely, leading many to have serious doubts.

But Xu Fan's expression didn't seem fake, so many people were uneasy and uncertain, unable to figure out the specifics of the situation.

At this moment, everyone looked puzzled.

The host asked curiously, "You mean, you wrote an ancient poem?"

Xu Fan nodded, and the host asked again, "You mean, you said you had an idea in your dream, which led you to write this ancient poem?"

Xu Fan nodded, then asked with a puzzled look, "Is there a problem?"

The entire audience erupted in uproar; there was no problem at all.

These are all problems, aren't they? Can ancient poems be written in dreams?

Do you know the specifics of ancient dynasties? Besides, modern people also appreciate ancient poems, but most of them are in modern rhyme schemes.

Furthermore, and most importantly, can the rules of tonal patterns really be mastered so easily?

For a moment, everyone was filled with doubt, but the host could only shake his head and say, "Of course not. In that case, please welcome Brother Fan."

Xu Fan smiled and said, "Wait for me."

After saying that, Xu Fan went down to the sound engineer and handed him the USB drive, saying, "The third song is called 'Pipa Xing'. I'll play it when I go up."

Xu Fan's words were heard by everyone in the room.

The words "Pipa Xing" were heard by everyone, and for a moment, they were shocked and speechless.

Could it be that what Xu Fan said is true?

Before the doubts were over, Xu Fan had already returned to the stage.

Xu Fan waved, and then music suddenly started playing. Xu Fan simply said, "I'll dedicate a piece called 'Pipa Xing' to everyone."

After he said that, many people in the room fell silent.

The music continued, slow and rhythmic, and the next second, Xu Fan's voice appeared instantly.

With just one line of lyrics, the entire audience erupted in uproar. Countless literary masters, especially those who studied classical poetry, suddenly stood up, speechless with shock.

Because of these lyrics, or rather, this ancient poem, or more accurately, this classical prose poem, every single word is breathtaking.

Most importantly, Xu Fan adapted this ancient poem into music, and it turned out to be so beautiful.

Xunyang River head night to see guests off, maple leaf digi flowers autumn surging.

The owner disembarked from the boat, drinking wine without restraint.

Drunken can't be happily farewell, and then the vast river floods.

Suddenly heard the sound of pipa on the water, the host forgot to return.

Xunsheng secretly asked who was playing, but the sound of the pipa stopped.

The opening lines of a long narrative poem, just a few, are breathtaking in their tonal patterns and rhyme scheme.

The key is that every single word is so shocking and moving.

At this moment, many of those present are literary masters, among whom only classical masters of ancient poetry are speaking.

Even the media staff present were all literature enthusiasts, so when Xu Fan's singing came on, it wasn't just one or two of us who were shocked.

The story in the lyrics seems simple, yet it makes the listener feel as if they are there, leaving a lasting impression.

The narrative and lyricism are closely intertwined, creating complete and vivid characters; the language is fluent, balanced, beautiful and harmonious, especially in the description of the pipa performance, the metaphors are apt, turning the abstract into the concrete, presenting a vivid musical image.

Furthermore, Xu Fan's arrangement is even more beautiful, with various classical instruments interspersed with the melody of a pipa, which brings the melody of this song to its ultimate perfection.

The song is actually sung very fast, but it's precisely because of that speed that the melody is so catchy and inexplicably appealing.

The lyrics you wrote in your simple words tell a story, and with the characters in the story, a classic scene of a riverside night view comes to mind.

The two met and enjoyed drinks together.

But parting is inevitable, so the two said goodbye by the river. Suddenly, they heard the sound of a pipa. Looking around, they asked in a low voice who was playing it. In an instant, the sound of the pipa rang out.

The ancient poems, word by word, vividly depicted the scene, and importantly, Xu Fan's singing continued unabated.

Move the boat to invite to meet each other, add wine and return to the light to reopen the banquet.

After all the calls came out, he still hugged the pipa and covered his face.

The revolving shaft plucks the strings three or two times, and there is love before it becomes a tune.

Yanxian concealed his voice and thought, as if he could not live up to his life.

The low-eyebrow letter procedure continued, saying everything in my mind.

Gently pluck, rub, and pick, first playing "Nichang" and then "Liuyao".

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===Chapter 608 You're Truly Amazing===

Xu Fan said this is a song based on an ancient poem.

But for countless literary figures, this is a classic long ancient poem.

Whether you look at the rhythm of the poem or the tonal patterns, the classic status of this song, no, this poem, is really hard to express through the actors themselves.

For a moment, the entire audience fell silent, then erupted in thunderous applause.

If you listen carefully, you can understand the meaning behind the lyrics.

At night, I heard someone playing the pipa on the boat. The sound was clear and resonant, with the rhythm popular in Kyoto.

Xu Fan said that this was what he saw in his dream, but hearing it again now, he couldn't help but feel that it might be real.

It was because the ancient charm was so profound that after seeing the person off, he suddenly stayed up late into the night to inquire about the person. It turned out that she was a singing girl from Chang'an who had studied under two pipa masters.

Later, as she grew older and her beauty faded, she married a merchant.

So he ordered a feast to be prepared and asked her to play a few tunes to her heart's content.

After she finished playing, she seemed a little sullen. She talked about the happy things that happened when she was young, but now she was drifting and destitute, looking haggard, and wandering around the world.

In the dream, Xu Fan, who had been transferred from Beijing to another post for two years, was content with his lot and found joy in his new life. Now, he was moved by this person's words.

The entire story begins by narrating the regret of the farewell banquet lacking music, and then the scene of inviting the merchant's wife to play the pipa. It meticulously describes the pipa's tone and focuses on shaping the image of the pipa player. The first line, "At the head of the Xunyang River, seeing off guests at night," in just seven characters, summarizes the characters, place, time, and event.

The phrase "maple leaves and reeds rustling in the autumn breeze" further enhances the atmosphere, subtly conveying the desolate and lonely feeling of seeing off guests on an autumn night.

It is precisely because of its desolate and lonely atmosphere that the line "I raise my cup to drink, but there is no music" is uttered. The phrase "no music" not only echoes the later line "I hear no sound of string and wind instruments all year round," but also sets the stage for the appearance and performance of the pipa player.

From the "autumn desolation" at the time of "seeing off guests at night".

The phrases "suddenly heard," "searched for the sound," "asked in secret," and "moved the boat" were used instead.

The invitation to meet her was a long-awaited event for the pipa player's appearance.

But getting her to come out wasn't so easy; it took a long and arduous process before she would finally agree to appear.

This wasn't because she cared about her status. Just as "I" longed to hear the celestial music of the pipa, wanting to "express my sorrow of being a wanderer at the ends of the earth," she "came out after much coaxing" because she had a bellyful of "sorrow of being a wanderer at the ends of the earth," which she couldn't openly express and didn't want to see anyone.

When everyone heard this, applause had already resounded throughout the venue, with countless people clapping wildly, simply because the feeling was too profound.

Xu Fan used the imagery of "the pipa music stopped and she hesitated to speak" and "still holding the pipa and half-concealing her face" to express her unspeakable pain.

The description of the girl in his dream is so vivid and moving. He hears her pipa music before he sees her, and her words reveal her hidden pain, creating much suspense for the development of the story.

Xu Fan's singing continued, and so did his recitation of classical Chinese poems.

The big strings are like a rain, and the small strings are cut like a whisper.

Cut the wrong bullets, and the big beads are falling into the jade plate.

The two consecutive lines of ancient poetry describe the pipa player and the pipa music she plays, revealing her inner world in a concrete and vivid way. Combined with the gentle and melodious singing, Xu Fan also used a falsetto and a Peking opera-style vocal technique, making the whole piece inexplicably pleasing.

I subconsciously wanted to delve deeper into the ancient poems.

The four simple classical poems, presented simultaneously in both visual and auditory terms, are dazzling and captivating.

The melody continued to change, creating two distinct moods: first smooth and then rough.

The sound of "jianguan" is light and fluent, and it is like "the warbling of orioles among flowers". The beauty of the visual image enhances the beauty of the auditory image.

Xu Fan's voice continued, showing no sign of stopping.

This is a narrative poem, much longer than ancient lyrics or seven-character quatrains, but none of the listeners found it strange; they all listened attentively and with great interest.

The warbling of orioles glides beneath the flowers, the murmuring of springs flows difficult beneath the ice.

Bingquan's cold string is condensed, and the condensing is silent for a while.

Don't have the sadness and hatred, silence is better than sound.

A silver bottle suddenly shatters, water gushing forth; iron cavalry charges forth, swords and spears clashing.