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Chapter 607 Taking Poems as Songs
When the applause stopped.

The audience at the scene could not hide their excitement.

Yang Tiezhu in the audience, looking at Xu Fan at this moment, couldn't help giving a thumbs up.

Xu Fande's words seem simple, but they are very reasonable, especially the question that there will be a cause when there is an effect, which really makes people want to think deeply.

Xu Fan is the last winner, so when Xu Fan's award ceremony ends, it means that the award ceremony of the Modun Literature Award is all over.

However, Xu Fan on the stage did not leave, because the scene at this moment was extremely lively.

Everyone was discussing and calling for Xu Fan to sing a song.

After all, in the hearts of most people, Xu Fan is still that singer, that singer who sings really well.

And at this moment, the host seemed to have seen the timing, so he smiled and said: "Xu Fan, you see that all the friends in the audience want you to sing a song, see if it's for you Let's sing a song."

Xu Fan did not expect the host to ask such a straightforward question.

He could completely refuse, but at this moment he heard the cries of countless people at the scene.

"Brother Fan, sing a song, congratulations on winning Mao Dun Literature General."

"Brother Fan, we want to hear you sing, give us a chance."

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

Regardless of the number of people, at least at this moment, the voices of all the many people are one after another. For many people, Xu Fan's arrival tonight is definitely a surprise among surprises.

If you are lucky enough to hear a song by Xu Fan, you will be even more excited.

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

Xu Fan's original intention was to simply sing a song, but the key point is that at this time the host suddenly said: "Xu Fan, you also know that this is the award ceremony of the Mao Dun Literature Award, so you can't sing casually." oh."

After the words were finished, the audience applauded, naturally agreeing.

Xu Fan was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect that the other party had a problem. He frowned in his heart, and the host said, "I believe in Brother Fan's ability. If it's really not enough, I can compose a song on the spot."

To be honest, at the moment Xu Fan has a slight dislike for the host Wei Wei, but it seems that what the host said is reasonable.

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

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

Xu Fan nodded and said: "Once I fell into a dream by chance, and in the dream, the fairy was curling up, and the dynasty was prosperous, so I wrote an ancient poem, and later composed it into a song. I have never sung it, and I will sing it to everyone recently."

As soon as Xu Fan's words fell, the audience was in an uproar.

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

Ancient poems, not modern lyrics, everyone is skeptical of Xu Fan.

Even though Xu Fan has written one classic song after another and a novel that won the Modu Literature Award, many people are still skeptical that Xu Fan has written an ancient poem.

Moreover, what Xu Fan said was actually seen in a dream, and it was even more improbable. Many people doubted it.

But Xu Fan's expression didn't seem to be fake, so more people were anxious and erratic, and really couldn't figure out the specific situation.

At this moment, everyone is full of doubts.

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

Xu Fan nodded, and the host asked again: "You mean, you said that you wrote this ancient poem because you said something in your dream?"

Xu Fan nodded and asked suspiciously, "Is there any question?"

There was an uproar in the audience, there was no problem with this.

This is almost all a question, okay, ancient poems can be written from dreams?

You can know the specifics of the ancient dynasty. Besides, modern people also appreciate ancient poems, but most of them are new rhymes.

In addition, the most important thing is the method of mediocrity, can it really be mastered so easily?
For a moment, everyone was extremely puzzled, but the host could only shake his head and say, "Of course not. In this case, I invite Brother Fan."

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

After finishing speaking, Xu Fan came to the bottom of the stage by himself, came to the sound engineer, and then handed him the USB flash drive and said, "The third song is called "Pipa Xing", please let me go up and play it."

Xu Fan's voice was heard by the audience.

Everyone heard the words "Pipa Xing", and was shocked and speechless for a while.

Could it be that what Xu Fan said was true?

The doubts are not over yet, Xu Fan has returned to the stage.

Xu Fan beckoned, and then music suddenly appeared on the scene, Xu Fan simply said: "I give you a piece of "Pipa Xing"."

After saying this, many people at the scene fell silent.

The music continued, coming slowly and rhythmically, and in the next second, Xu Fan's voice appeared instantly.

Just one line of lyrics caused an uproar in the audience, and countless literary masters, especially those who studied ancient poetry, stood up suddenly, shocked and speechless.

Because the lyrics, or this ancient poem, is precisely an ancient prose poem, and every word is shocking.

The most important thing is that Xu Fan changed this ancient poem into a song, which is 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.

At the beginning of a long narrative poem, there are only a few lines, whether it is plain or down-paying rhythm, it is amazing.

The key is that every word and every word makes people unable to bear the shock and emotion.

At this moment, many people present are literary masters, and among them, only classical masters who speak ancient poetry.

Even the media staff present are people who love literature, so when Xu Fan's singing appeared, it was not the only person or the two of us who were shocked.

The story in the lyrics seems simple, but it makes people feel as if they are on the scene, which is shocking.

Narrative and lyrical are closely combined to create a complete and distinctive image of the characters; the language flow is well-proportioned, beautiful and harmonious, especially the description of the performance of the pipa, the metaphor is appropriate, turning the fictitious into reality, presenting a distinct musical image.

In addition, Xu Fan's arrangement is even more pleasant. Various classical instruments, mixed with a pipa melody, sculpt the melody of this song to the extreme.

The singing speed of the whole song is actually very fast, but because it is fast, the melody is even more beautiful, which makes people like it inexplicably.

In the lyrics, you wrote a story in your simple words, and with the addition of the characters in the story, suddenly a picture of a classical riverside night view platform came to your face.

The two met and talked happily over wine.

But it was time to say goodbye, so the two said goodbye by the river, but suddenly heard the sound of a pipa, looked around for the reputation, and asked who was playing the pipa, and suddenly the pipa sounded.

The ancient poems, word by word, vividly displayed the picture. The key point is that Xu Fan's singing continued and did not stop.

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.

Lightly gathered, slowly twisted, wiped and picked again, first it was "Neon Clothes" and then "Six Yao".

(End of this chapter)