Chapter 1130

The glaze renders the charm of the lady painting, which is kept private~

And your sweet smile is like a bud waiting to bloom~

A wisp of your beauty drifts away~

To a place I cannot go~

What is called "kneeling at the first opening"?

This is called kneeling at the first opening!

Not just the audience on the internet.

Even the studio girls backstage were stunned by this picturesque and beautiful song.

How could they have imagined that this song, under Sister Yidian's singing, could be beautiful to this extent.

Kafka, Jingliu, Miss Ning Guang, and others all had their small mouths slightly open, their thoughts flying to who knows where.

Their eyes were fixed on Sister Yidian on the stage.

Even though they meet often, Sister Yidian at this moment in their eyes... was actually like a fairy, so beautiful and flawless.

Not to mention the audience at the scene.

Sister Yidian's gentle singing voice seemed to ring in their ears, soothing their restless hearts.

Even the support sticks in their hands were forgotten to be waved.

Until Sister Yidian sang the chorus part.

The sky-blue waits for the drizzle~ and I am waiting for you~

The cooking smoke rises slowly~ thousands of miles across the river~

Writing clerical script on the bottom of the bottle, imitating the elegance of the previous dynasty~~

Just treat it as my foreshadowing for meeting you~

Finally, countless people reacted.

This is actually really Chinese... Dragon Country style song!

The guzheng plucking, the crisp clappers, the gurgling pipa... this extremely Dragon Country style tune amazed countless people.

Even the lyrics are picturesque.

Words like plain embryo, lady, clerical script, sky-blue, etc., fit the song title 【Blue and White Porcelain】, which not only depicts the style of the handed-down blue and white porcelain, but also subtly hides a touch of parting sorrow.

The sky-blue waits for the drizzle, and I am waiting for you~

Coupled with Sister Yidian's gentle and simple singing style, with a touch of Jiangnan opera color, it finally built this clear, elegant, and meaningful "painting".

"Amazing!"

Hearing this, Father Zhang slapped his thigh hard.

Just before, he had regretfully sighed: "It's a pity they are all English songs."

As a result, just as he finished speaking, such an amazing masterpiece was placed in front of him.

"One can see the extremely profound cultural heritage of the lyricist just from this filling of lyrics."

"Who is this composer?"

"Whose subordinate is this lyricist?"