What does Getu have to do with me?I only have a few words

Chapter 68 Modern Bard! (look)
Blue Star Writers Guild.

Shocked by the words "May people last forever", President Guan Rui organized members of the association to watch the sixth live broadcast of "The Birth of a Group".

They want to enjoy the competition with the theme of "Beautiful Pictures" and what kind of original singing works this talented young man will bring.

Guan Rui, the president, who was sitting in front of the projector, turned around and said to the association members: "When the song starts, everyone should actively express their opinions on the lyrics."

"Especially Xiao Li, Xiao Zhao, Xiao Wang, Xiao Zeng, and Xiao Peng, those of you who graduated from the Literature Department of Peking University and won literary awards, you need to analyze them carefully!"

"it is good!"

The association members said in unison.

"It's started, it's really an original work!"

"Moonlight over the lotus pond! This name is so artistic!"

……

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On the gorgeous stage.

Under the spotlight, Lin Zhixing saw Song Ge nodding affirmatively to him, then turned around and made an OK gesture to the music teacher.

As the play button is pressed, a prelude with a beautiful melody and the sound of running water and the chirping of cicadas sounds.

The audience lit up.

"Fuck you, bullshit!"

"No need to sing, just listening to this intro is a beautiful picture!"

"Oh Brother Ye: Aren't you competing with me? I just got into the theme with just the prelude, are you still competing?"

"This is the creator, exquisite down to every detail!"

Player seat.

Dong Chen smiled and nodded, and said to his girlfriend: "It's so strong. Just listening to the intro, I know this song is the right one!"

Ji Yu shook her head and sighed, "As expected of Brother Lin, who can make the company provide studio conditions. His creative ability is as good as that of a single person in a department!"

Zhang Long looked at Lin Zhixing on the stage and listened quietly. His mentality had changed a lot now, and he no longer looked down upon him.

He needs to have a good understanding now and look for opportunities to defeat Revenge in the future schedule.

The beautiful intro ends and the main part of the song comes.

After Song Ge, who was wearing a white dress, was in a good mood, she slowly raised the microphone and opened her mouth slightly.

"Cut a period of time to flow slowly"

"Flowing into the moonlight and rippling slightly"

"Play a song with the faint fragrance of Xiaohe"

"The beautiful sound of the piano falls beside me"

The words are beautiful and the voice is beautiful. The two beauties combined make the listener deeply fascinated.

Within the Writers Guild.

Member Xiao Li clapped his hands and applauded, "The first two sentences compare time to water, and water flows into the moonlight. The metaphor is very clever, creating an artistic conception of the bright moon hanging high and the breeze blowing."

Member Xiao Zhao gave a thumbs up, "If the first two sentences are about a peaceful environment, then the rest is a beautiful transition from static to dynamic."

"When I play a piece of music that smells faintly of lotus, the sound of the piano falls beside me. I use the rhetorical technique of synaesthesia to transform hearing into touch, and my sense of beauty has improved a lot."

President Guan Rui listened to the opinions of the two members, his heart cleared up, and he gave them very high praise.

"Yes, yes, you have the same opinion as me!"

……

Jury seat.

"It sounds good!"

Zhao Weiwei smiled and said to Shen Fei next to her: "They have always sang more cheerful and high-spirited songs. This is the first time they sing this kind of beautiful song, and I think it sounds very good!"

Shen Fei nodded in agreement, "Yes, I think it's good too. Both the lyrics and the music are in line with our aesthetic theme for this issue."

Although the five instructors do not have the ability to judge the lyrical techniques of the powerful writers of the Writers Association, they felt that the song was very beautiful, both in terms of the lyrics and Song Ge's voice.

"Fireflies light up the stars in the night" "Who gives me a dress of dreams"

"Open the window of your heart and look from afar"

"Who picked that flower of yesterday's sadness?"

The lotus pond under the moon is soft, quiet, beautiful and light. This feeling from far to near becomes even gentler under the singing of song pigeons.

Within the Writers Guild.

Member Xiao Wang's eyes lit up and he clapped his thigh excitedly, "The fireflies light up the stars in an anthropomorphic way. The lotus pond looks more beautiful and artistic because of the light of fireflies and moonlight."

"Under the moonlight, under the sound of the piano, smelling the fragrance of the lotus, the people in the lotus pond looked at the dreamlike and beautiful artistic conception, and sighed with emotion, who can give me a piece of dream clothes!"

Member Xiao Zeng was very impressed, "The push is very good! The picture goes from far to near, so close that you can see the sadness in your heart. Sadness is like the lotus in this pool. Maybe it's the scene that evokes emotions, maybe it's the sight of things and the reflection of people. It’s absolutely amazing!”

President Guan Rui was moved in his heart and once again gave the highest praise, "Yes, yes, I think so too!"

now.

Xiao Sun, a member sitting in the corner, looked at the bald president and cursed in his heart, "You are so damn Cao Cao! Whichever counselor comes up with an idea that suits your needs, you always say the same thing as I do!"

Compared to words.

The tune of this song is relatively simple, and the melody direction can be predicted. The advantage of this kind of creation is that the song is catchy, easy to become popular, and is very friendly to hummers.

The goal positioning can be said to be very clear, that is, it wants to be popular with the public and become a song that everyone can sing.

……

The song reaches its climax.

Song Ge smiled, waved her hands and sang. Wearing a white dress, she was as beautiful as the moonlight on the lotus pond.

"I'm like a fish in your lotus pond"

"Just to wait for the bright moonlight with you"

“Lotus flowers are still fragrant after swimming through four seasons.”

"Waiting for you to be in the middle of the water"

Within the Writers Guild.

"The author transformed the space into time."

Member Xiao Peng put his head in his hands, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he stood up immediately.

"Like a fish in the lotus pond, just to enjoy the moonlight with you, explain where the worries in the previous article come from, and write down my passionate feelings for my sweetheart!"

"The lotus does not bloom all the time, but only blooms for one season, but I am willing to believe that the lotus in the pond will bloom all the time. All the beautiful scenery and artistic conception depicted are because of the beauty of my heart, just like she is in the middle of the water."

The more President Guan Rui listened, the more he felt that his analysis was correct. At this moment, he felt that there were thousands of words in his heart, and he especially wanted to express the turbulent emotions in his heart.

After pondering for a long time, he stood up and expressed his gratitude loudly: "Applause!"

"Wow~"

"Clap clap clap!"

Thunderous applause resounded throughout the room.

President Guan Rui applauded and praised: "I thought this young man named Lin Zhixing was only good at ancient poetry, but I didn't expect that his modern poetry could also create such artistic conception. He is like a literary star coming to the world!"

Member Xiao Peng raised his hand and said: "President, I would like to call this young man a modern bard!"

"Modern Bard?"

Guild President Guan Rui raised his eyes and thought for a moment, smiled and nodded in agreement: "His level is that of a modern bard. This is a well-chosen name!"

"In the future, we will find a way to get him to join our Writers Association. If there are programs similar to literature on TV, push him to join them and help our Writers Association look good!"

"it is good!"

Another round of applause.

At this moment, an inconspicuous member issued a soul question.

"Eh? Did the modern minstrel sing?"

　If there is no interruption, there will be two more updates in the evening
　　
　
(End of this chapter)