bookrandom Chapter 164 Heaven and Earth Dragon Scales (1)
Chapter 164 Heaven and Earth Dragon Scales (1)
The day of the competition finally arrived. The recording venue was packed with people. The audience was filled with anticipation, their glow sticks twinkling like stars. They whispered among themselves, their excitement for the performance palpable.
Amidst cheers and applause from the audience, host Shen Yan announced with great enthusiasm: "Next, please welcome Shen Yan'an to the stage! He will be singing 'Heaven and Earth Dragon Scales'!"
As the host finished speaking, the spotlight quickly focused on the entrance on one side of the stage.
Shen Yan'an took a deep breath, took a firm step, and stepped onto the stage that carried dreams and challenges. A spectacular performance was about to begin.
As the lights gradually dimmed, a huge panoramic projection of the Forbidden City slowly rose from behind the stage. The vermilion palace walls and golden glazed tiles, outlined by light and shadow, exuded solemnity and grandeur.
The central axis of the Forbidden City extends from one end of the stage to the other, with the Shenwu Gate standing majestically at the end of the stage, as if instantly bringing the weight of history to life before your eyes.
As the prelude began, its melodious and ancient tune seemed to travel through a time tunnel, drifting from the ancient Forbidden City. On the stage, the projected images of the Forbidden City were shrouded in mist, as if transporting the audience back to the era of hundreds of years ago.
Shen Yan'an closed his eyes slightly and softly chanted:
"Heaven and Earth Dragon Scales Wu..."
His voice was rich and magnetic, captivating everyone the moment he opened his mouth.
"I begin to paint this landscape."
The national bloodline stretches for tens of thousands of miles.
Over the course of six centuries,
Descendants of the Dragon have weathered many storms.
......"
Shen Yan'an's singing voice is like a babbling brook, slowly flowing out the vicissitudes of the Chinese nation's history over hundreds of years.
Shen Yan'an's singing is filled with respect and remembrance for his predecessors. His deep emotions flow like a warm current in the hearts of every listener.
The audience was immersed in his singing; some closed their eyes, feeling the power of the music; others had tears in their eyes, moved by the historical vicissitudes contained in the song.
"This central axis of the capital region,"
Just like a gentleman whose integrity remains unwavering.
Glazed tiles on the Nine Dragon Wall
History rises again from this decline.
On stage, a group of dancers dressed in ancient costumes "walked out" from the projected images of the Forbidden City, holding long silk sleeves and dancing gracefully to the music.
The dancers' movements were light and graceful, sometimes like a giant dragon winding and coiling, sometimes like flowing clouds and water, echoing Shen Yan'an's singing, together interpreting the story of the descendants of the dragon.
At this moment, the audience below the stage was already immersed in this wonderful world of music.
A seasoned music critic in the front row leaned forward slightly, his pen flying across his notebook as he muttered to himself, "These lyrics are superb. With just a few strokes, they capture the vicissitudes of Chinese history and the determination for rejuvenation. Shen Yan'an's voice is impeccable; it's simply an auditory feast."
A middle-aged man sitting in the middle had tears glistening in his eyes.
He gripped his phone tightly and typed the following on social media: "Shen Yan'an, I've known you since my student days. Now that I'm middle-aged, busy with life, I've gradually lost that passion for pursuing my dreams. But today, hearing your song, I haven't listened to it on repeat like this in years. I want to feel your presence again in this way, and I hope you know that you're not fighting alone. Keep going!"
As the song enters its chorus, the music suddenly picks up speed, and the stage lights instantly turn golden-red, creating a vibrant and exciting atmosphere.
In the projected images of the Forbidden City, the light and shadow of a giant dragon weaves through the palaces, its scales shimmering, intertwining with the long sleeves waved by the dancers on the stage, creating a magnificent atmosphere.
Shen Yan'an's singing became even more powerful and passionate, each note seemingly containing boundless energy.
"These dragon scales once..."
It landed with a resounding clang, like shattered ice.
A single scale holds a heart.
The story is so turbulent I can't bear to listen.
......"
The audience could no longer contain their excitement and stood up, waving their glow sticks and humming along to Shen Yan'an's rhythm.
A young man jumped up excitedly and shouted, "That was so beautiful! That voice was powerful and resonant! Shen Yan'an, you're the best!"
In a corner of the audience, several foreign friends were also infected by the enthusiastic atmosphere.
Although their understanding of Chinese was limited, the stirring melody and Shen Yan'an's infectious singing voice made them clap along to the rhythm.
One of the foreign friends, speaking in broken Chinese, said, “This song is very powerful and made me feel the charm of Chinese culture.”
"A person who observes propriety keeps his heart at peace."
The melodious sound of the guqin evokes the heart of a gentleman.
I waited for a response while remaining calm.
The vast and magnificent Chinese civilization
......"
Six hundred years have passed, and the vast capital city of Kyoto stretches for three thousand miles. This ancient capital, bearing a heavy history, has endured the baptism of war and smoke, yet it has always stood firm.
Throughout the long course of history, countless people of noble character and patriotism have stepped forward. With burning patriotism in their hearts, they have used their own bodies as fuel, burning brightly in the tides of the times, releasing light and heat, and protecting this land.
Today, Kyoto remains prosperous and thriving. The passage of time has not diminished its charm but has instead endowed it with even more captivating allure.
On the stage of this bustling city, Shen Yan'an sang his heart out. His voice was like a magic key, unlocking the door to the depths of history.
Every note is imbued with the indomitable spirit and resilience of the descendants of the dragon and the Chinese people, guiding the audience through the long river of Chinese history and allowing them to truly feel the magnificent waves and ups and downs of history.
Shen Yan'an's singing is like a series of beautiful poems, each line telling the heroic deeds of our ancestors, and each melody evoking the pride and responsibility of being a descendant of the Yellow Emperor deep in people's hearts.
In his songs, listeners seem to travel through time and space, converse with history, and witness the glory and vicissitudes of the Chinese land.
On stage, the light and shadow shifted, and six hundred years of history flashed by like a revolving lantern. The world changed, and the stars shifted, but Shen Yan'an, standing in the center of the stage, was like the embodiment of the soul of the Chinese people, walking from the ancient past and witnessing the rise and fall of the Chinese land.
His existence is a vivid symbol of national heritage and memory; the inextinguishable flame of spirit continues in his songs and burns brightly in the hearts of every listener.
PS: Original singer of "Heaven and Earth Dragon Scales": Wang Leehom; Lyricist: Vincent Fang; Composer: Wang Leehom