Chapter 176 of tushumi.cc: Every song is a classic; even professional singers were moved.

In the live broadcast, Xiao Qingfeng's next song to sing is "Qian Baidu".

As the prelude begins, its melodious tune unfolds like a slowly unfurling antique scroll.

How can guests sleep when the fireworks at the roadside inns outside the pass are gone?

As the cold weather arrives, who will add two layers of clothing to my sleeves?

The snow and wind raged relentlessly through the night, even in the third or fourth watch of the night.

[It's just a pity that the skinny horse didn't get a proper rest.]

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As soon as Xiao Qingfeng opened his mouth, his clear and melodious voice instantly transported the audience to that desolate ancient world.

In his singing, one can feel Xiao Qingfeng's profound understanding and interpretation of the lyrics, and his breath control is just right, making every lyric full of infectiousness.

As the song progressed, Xiao Qingfeng's emotions became increasingly rich. His eyes revealed his感慨 (gǎnkǎi, deep feelings) about the love and fate depicted in the song.

[I drift into a dream, lost in reverie; several months pass before I awaken, and several years follow.]

[Past events were poignant, yet love was fleeting, a bond formed between two hands.]

The mournful cry of the partridge can be heard, yet it flies away but never returns to the hall.

Who will unveil the faded red ink and worn-out old couplets?

I searched for you a thousand times, from sunrise to sunset.

A life adrift in the vast world, I rise and fall.

I've searched for you a thousand times, another year of rise and fall.

But you're never there where the lights are dim.

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When singing this part, Xiao Qingfeng's voice seemed to carry a faint sadness, which moved people to tears about the story in the song.

During the climax, Xiao Qingfeng's voice was loud and firm, perfectly showcasing that persistent pursuit.

The listeners seemed to see a figure constantly searching through the years, undeterred by difficulties, solely for the sake of that unwavering belief in their hearts.

As the song ends, Xiao Qingfeng's voice gradually fades, leaving the listener with endless aftertaste.

"Thank you all very much for listening. I hope this song, 'A Thousand Times Over,' will touch you in some way," Xiao Qingfeng said softly into the microphone, his voice warm and magnetic.

The live stream chat was instantly filled with comments.

"Qingfeng, your singing is so beautiful! It's like it transported me to ancient times!"

"After listening to your 'A Thousand Times,' I felt like a poet."

Looking at the screen full of comments, Xiao Qingfeng smiled and said, "Thank you all for your support and encouragement. Next, I would like to perform a song for you—'Rain on Qingming Festival'."

As Xiao Qingfeng introduced the topic, the viewers in the live stream were filled with anticipation.

As the prelude begins, the melodious flute music, like a wisp of green mountain peak, gently caresses people's hearts.

The crisp notes were like spring raindrops, gently falling on the earth and awakening all things from their slumber.

The guzheng music in the accompaniment flows like a gentle stream, echoing the flute music and creating a tranquil and timeless atmosphere.

The first rays of dawn shine through the window; the sun illuminates the western bridge, and the clouds drift lazily.

I remember the hem of your dress swaying gently in the breeze back then.

Xiao Qingfeng's voice rang out like heavenly music, clear and ethereal.

The lyrics evoke vivid imagery, as if listeners were seeing a peaceful morning, sunlight shining on the West Bridge, clouds drifting gently, and the person they long for wearing a dress swaying in the breeze, like a beautiful painting.

[Golden wood carvings, ripples of time, a pen retired seven years ago]

Because I dedicate my life to writing only for you.

Xiao Qingfeng's breath control was just right, expressing the emotions in the lyrics to the fullest.

At this moment, Xiao Qingfeng's eyes revealed a deep longing, making people feel that affection that transcends time.

"Wood carvings flow with gold, time ripples like waves, seven years ago I stopped writing, only to be able to write for the person in my heart in this life." These lyrics are as beautiful as poetry, captivating the listener.

Rain blurred my vision.

Every year I lean against the well, longing for your return.

The worst thing is when tears have unknowingly streamed down your face.

The lyrics carry a hint of sadness, as if telling the story of a long wait.

Raindrops welled up in my eyes; year after year I lean against the well, longing for my family's return. That anticipation and yearning are truly moving.

Xiao Qingfeng's performance conveyed this emotion to every listener, and many people in the live broadcast room were moved by his heartfelt singing.

I wander aimlessly in this world, unable to find your paradise.

[East vase, west mirror, I long to forget]

It's Qingming Festival again, time for me to send you chrysanthemums.

Sing your favorite song softly.

Wandering aimlessly in this world, yet unable to find the paradise of the one in my heart, the arrangement of vases and mirrors cannot erase the longing in my heart.

These lyrics seem to describe the pain and confusion after losing a loved one, making people feel the same way.

As the song reached its climax, Xiao Qingfeng's voice became increasingly loud and resolute.

His heartfelt singing vividly portrayed his longing and remembrance for his deceased lover. Sending chrysanthemums to your side, gently singing your favorite song, the deep affection was truly moving.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments.

"The lyrics are so beautiful they brought tears to my eyes!"

"In the realm of Chinese style, Xiao Qingfeng is invincible."

As the song progressed, Xiao Qingfeng became increasingly emotionally invested.

He seemed completely immersed in the world of the song, using his voice to tell that sad yet beautiful story.

A distant zither plays, its mournful, ethereal notes urging the rain to fall.

[Tell your innermost thoughts to yourself]

It's Qingming Festival again, time for me to send you chrysanthemums.

Sing your favorite song softly.

Xiao Qingfeng's voice was like the sound of a zither coming from afar, melancholic and ethereal.

He poured out his innermost feelings through his songs, making people feel a deep sense of loneliness and helplessness.

As the song plays, the moon's shadow flickers, fireworks light up the sky, and the image of red candlelight seems to appear before one's eyes. Yet, the old dreams of the mortal world, shattered and gone, leave one to lament the impermanence and helplessness of life.

As the last note faded, the live stream room fell silent. A moment later, it erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers.

Xiao Qingfeng bowed slightly, a gratified smile on his face.

"Thank you for listening. I hope this song, 'Rain on Qingming Festival,' can bring you some emotion."

Viewers in the live stream left comments expressing their feelings.

After Xiao Qingfeng finished singing "Rain on Qingming Festival", the atmosphere in the live broadcast room was extremely enthusiastic, and the audience did not hold back their love for Xiao Qingfeng.

However, amidst this chorus of praise, some professional singers found themselves with mixed feelings.

One of the self-important professional singers, Li Xiang, felt an indescribable jealousy as he watched Xiao Qingfeng being so popular in the live stream.

He sat in his studio, staring intently at the screen, his brow furrowed.

"Why does Xiao Qingfeng have so many fans? Just because of these two songs?" Li Xiang muttered to himself.

“My singing skills are also very solid, and my musical literacy is also very high, so why don’t I have as much popularity as him?” The more he thought about it, the more indignant he became, and his fists clenched unconsciously.

"Hmph, he just chose two popular songs to sing. If I sang them, I would definitely sing them better than him."

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At this moment, more than one or two professional singers in the live broadcast room had this thought; almost all of them felt jealous of Xiao Qingfeng.

Xiao Qingfeng's popularity is phenomenal, to the point that it has driven all other singers to despair.

They craved recognition and praise, and seeing Xiao Qingfeng's success made them feel that their efforts had been overlooked.

However, they failed to realize that Xiao Qingfeng's success was not accidental.

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