Lian Lixin also studied a little bit with Yang Jingxing, and of course Yang Jingxing admired him even more.

Although the composer himself did not come, the host's respectful introduction was quite grand, and he led the audience to pay tribute together. Everyone seemed sincere. After all, the choir also came on stage, so it must be a big event.

When the music started, the composers of both sexes, old and young, all looked respectful to their colleagues, and Ding Sangpeng also cheered up.

As Lian Lixin's baton danced passionately, it didn't take long before Ding Sangpeng patted Yang Jingxing's arm forcefully, and Yang Jingxing nodded vigorously. Maybe in the old man's heart, a composer put more effort into such a piece than singing

It would be more sincere if a musician or performer performed on stage for a few minutes.

It was written for a celebration, so of course it shouldn't be too heavy, it should be a little festive and warm, but it's easy to hear that the joy and warmth are illusions, and a composer with a great style can't get rid of himself after all.

Not to mention heavy and dark, at least it is full of vicissitudes of life, and the vicissitudes of life are a mess. Lian Lixin's movements clearly show a deep understanding of the music, and so does Ding Sangpeng's old eyes. However, some people may be disappointed because it is not as brilliant and majestic as expected.

A very complete work, a work with a very unified central idea, a simple but affectionate work. In the words of a music teacher, listening to such a work will not make people feel how talented the composer is, but you can hear the composer's

Emotions and thoughts, you can hear the soul he gives to each note, and you can hear the persistence and pursuit.

It didn't take too long, the song ended in about ten minutes, and Lian Lixin's closing movements seemed to have accomplished some great task.

There was thunderous applause, and Yang Jingxing ignored the applause and had to help Ding Sangpeng stand up.
Chapter completed!