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As if from a deep and silent forest.

This is the introduction to the song, which serves as the background accompaniment.

In individual instrument competitions, there are certain restrictions on the proportion of this accompaniment sound, but it is impossible to completely limit it, otherwise the sound expressiveness of a single instrument is not strong enough, which will damage the integrity of the piece. This rule is still very humane. After all, it is impossible for a singer's singing showdown to be just a cappella, and there must always be an accompaniment and arrangement to assist.

The sound of running water echoed in the empty valley.

The two voices seemed to be echoing each other from afar.

The booming bass hit every downbeat head, as if pushing away all the dew.

The blue star flute sounded.

Everything is so harmonious and natural.

It is so natural that people can feel a whole-body comfort.

this moment.

Everyone's face changed.

And in the instant change, the sound of the blue star flute seemed to penetrate into the bottom of everyone's heart, like the sound of heaven from childhood.

Someone gently closed their eyes.

It seems that everyone has entered a strange but familiar dream, and their thoughts can't help but float.

……

Is that the depths of memory?

Like a mountain breeze blowing toward the face.

There are imprints of birds flying in the blue sky.

The bamboo forest swayed gently in the mountain wind.

The lush colors are filled with the sweet smell of earth and flowers.

The theory that great music must be simple is never outdated, and the chords of the traditional pentatonic scale seem to fit the ears of all human beings naturally, as if to awaken some scenery that is hidden in the heart and always remembered:

The music is long.

Like a mountain whistling.

Like a deep valley pondering.

The clouds in the sky are lingering.

The curling smoke is flying and lingering.

People seem to be guided back to their hometown:

When I was a child of innocence, the emerald green rice swaying in the sun and the sound of frogs in the rice field are still so familiar;

Playing barefoot.

Children run in the fields, letting the mud splash on their faces, accompanied by the boring cicadas in the shade;

under the trees.

The clear stream flows slowly, as if it can reach far away.

The sun shone through the leaves and dappled, and the stars were dotted on the dirty clothes.

So melodious.

And so sad.

People on the road.

As you walk, you grow up.

Walk away and walk away.

There is true meaning in this, and I have forgotten the words if I want to argue.

I don't know when the sun is no longer mottled, but only elongates the figure.

The sun rises and the moon sets.

The prodigal son of the end of the world.

tourists outside.

In addition to the tired appearance, there is also an endless heart.

It's just that when I look back suddenly, I can vaguely see the scenery of my hometown.

The pressure of life seems to be relieved at this moment. In the steel forest of the city, people who are used to pretending have smiles on their faces again.

High mountains and flowing water.

Insects and frogs.

The small courtyard at the entrance of the village.

Such a hometown does not belong to everyone, but everyone seems to have had it, because it is the hometown of the heart.

……

The Blue Star flute suddenly rose an octave.

Violins and percussion suddenly intensify.

The audience's emotions seemed to fly away with the blue sky and white clouds, and their emotions exploded in the uninterrupted main theme.

The climax of the song comes abruptly and naturally.

It's as if nostalgia is pervasive, but it just washes away the vicissitudes of people's hearts.

This is the original scenery of my hometown.

It is also an ink painting of life.

The serenity and comfort of sorrow wandering.

People can no longer tell whether it is sadness or joy.

Or just an indescribable feeling, faintly lingering in my heart.

If……

Makoto Ito's "Scenery of Hometown" takes people back to their hometown.

However, Xianyu's "Original Scenery of Hometown" turned hometown into a vague concept.

Maybe people also think of hometown.

But there are obviously many good memories about my hometown, but people can't remember anything clearly.

It's just hazy and ignorant, gratified and sad.

It still seems to be there.

It seems to be gone again.

Revisiting the old place, it seems like a lifetime away.

……

Living in a crowded and noisy city, people gradually become restless and forget the peace and leisure that belong to the soul.

But at the moment.

Something seemed to be reawakened.

When the music came to an end, there was already a wave of applause.

The core coaching staff of each continent.

All the Qu fathers clapped their hands silently.

And in the Central Continent live broadcast room.

The audience seemed to remain relatively calm.

It's just that behind this calm, certain emotions boiled and turbulent in the bottom of my heart, and finally broke out.

"Losing!"

"It's the same again."

"I really can't win!"

"Why do you always end up like this? It's obvious that our players, our teacher Makoto Ito, are already so good!"

"I'm a little fish-phobic now too."

"Although I don't want to admit it, this piece of music really entered my heart."

"It makes me want to cry."

"It's not as simple as phobia of fishes anymore, I'm now a patient of Xianyu ptsd!"

"Forget about pop songs, why is he so proficient in creating musical instruments? No matter the erhu or the flute competition, the works produced are powerless to despair."

The two commentators looked at each other and said with difficulty:

"This person is terrifying. To defeat such an opponent, we need to wait more."

"Perhaps we shouldn't be too rigid about the games we lost to Xianyu. After all, we in Zhongzhou are number one in the gold medal list, aren't we?"

I really don't want to admit:

Then Zhongzhou, who has the most gold medals in the Lan Lehui, seems to really have nothing to do with this fish.

……

Matsushima rain sighed.

Makoto Ito sighed at the same time.

"If I remember correctly, have we watched this episode?"

"I didn't expect to meet him, let alone I would lose if I met him again, and in this way."

"It's pretty good too."

Matsushima Yu squeezed out a smile: "Although it was different from what I imagined, it turned out that you were with me again."

"Actually, I was not convinced last time."

Makoto Ito smiled wryly: "But this time I am really convinced."

"I understand. Your current mood is exactly the same as when I just listened to the song "The Moon Reflected in the Two Springs"."

"This man is terrible."

"I suddenly felt that Blue Star's top ten might not be a joke."

"They obviously don't feel that way."

"They'll understand."

The conversation between the two suddenly stopped tacitly, and they sighed at the same time again.

Because the flute competition is over.

Lu Yanan, a contestant from Qinzhou, won the championship of this competition with "The Original Scenery of Hometown" created by Xianyu.

……

Qinzhou live broadcast room.

The audience's celebrations have already filled the screen!

"Today's second champion!"

"A musical instrument, another musical instrument!"

"Father Yu is telling everyone with his strength that he knows not only the piano, but also the erhu!"

"I have a hunch that "The Original Scenery of Hometown" will definitely become a classic!"

"It's become a classic."

"I know why Xianyu has fewer musical works, because his standards are high, and non-classic works are not released!"