So when she sings softly, her expression and tone are as if she is talking to someone. She is so kind and sincere. Every word is so sad. [Through the Wilderness]

Wind, please walk slower, I will tell you with silence that I am drunk. The night in Ulaanbaatar is so quiet, so quiet that even the wind cannot hear it.] But when Wen Yuan sings, it is not just a straightforward talk. For her

For a singer of this level, all skills have long been hidden and not integrated into his usual singing. Every ups and downs can stir up the listener's emotions. Every turn is preparation for the next explosion.

However, what cannot be hidden among her skills is her sincere heart. "Mr. Zhou, do you want toilet paper?" When Guan Fei saw Zhou Yiyang's red eyes, she would not laugh at him at all. Because

She was the same. After hearing this song and Wen Yuan's tearful performance, many pictures appeared in her mind. She thought of her grandma, the woman who loved her most when she was a child.

When the tears fell, Guan Fei even suspected that she smelled the fragrance of rice flowers. Because she returned to her hometown again and saw her grandma. The fragrance of rice wafting from the chimney was her childhood memory. In a flash, grandma

It has been more than ten years. The sadness that has been suppressed for many years was easily evoked by Wen Yuan. Guan Fei had to admit that even Moonlight Girl would be hard-pressed to win this performance. Zhou Yiyang took over.

Toilet paper, he nodded, never thought that he would be moved as well. He couldn't remember the last time he heard such a touching song. Even a hard-hearted person like Zhou Yiyang was moved, and he felt so moved towards Su Yinlai.

She said that she was already crying. At this time, the three of them did not interrupt each other. They knew very well that what Su Yin needed now was just a channel and way to vent. For her, just cry out.

.And this is not shameful. In fact, the eyes of the three of them were red. And in front of the TV, I don’t know how many viewers burst into tears when they heard this paragraph. Many people, like Su Yin, remembered

His deceased relatives and friends...and many of them have left this world for more than ten years. The wounds that had healed, but Wen Yuan's singing actually brought back the memories. In the audience, Luo Chen heard it

A sob. He turned his head in disbelief and saw that the person crying was actually the Northeastern eldest brother. He covered his face with his generous hands, not wanting others to see his current appearance. "My dad,

If my father were still alive, he would be fifty this year." "There is a tree in my yard that was planted when he was still alive. Now the tree has grown from a sapling into a big tree." The man's voice sounded from time to time.

She would choke, but Luo Chen did not interrupt, but listened quietly. "The trees are blooming this year, and I especially want to know if dad misses me." ... Wen Yuan herself was also very excited.

, but she knew very well that as a singer, she had to control her emotions, which was her professional quality. And Wen Yuan's performance was also quite stable. After paving the way for a long time, she finally switched to the national singing style. She spoke again,

That powerful song was like a child’s cry in a mournful night, which directly brought tears to many people’s eyes: [Night in Ulaanbaatar Hey you are there You exist in every corner of the world Hey you are wearing your clothes

Passing through the wind, through the clouds, through everything and back] If in the previous paragraph, Wen Yuan restrained her emotions and told the story in a teller's tone. Then in the current paragraph, her singing style that combines national singing methods is

Full of power. At that moment, she finally completed the transformation of her identity, from a narrator to a witness. She was telling the audience with her singing voice that she was singing about herself. That long and long "come back" was not Wen Yuan.

Isn’t it Su Yin? Isn’t it everyone’s expectation? For foreign audiences, they are in the process of being shocked again and again. Whenever they think that enough is enough, this is enough to explode, Wen Yuan brings them another

It was a surprise. The appearance of Humai surprised many people in the industry and even wanted to use such accompaniment in their own performances.

Wen Yuan's ethnic singing has impressed all the music critics. Many people are waving their teeth and claws excitedly like monkeys in front of the TV. They can be sure that purely in terms of singing skills, Wen Yuan's singing tonight is full marks. Whether it is technique, singing,

The atmosphere and emotions were impeccable. Jin Xiuyu, who was waiting backstage, was dumbfounded. She suddenly blushed, thinking that she had been counting on Wen Yuan to be eliminated and leave a promotion spot for herself. She was too stupid.uuReading www.uukanshu.

com Judging from Wen Yuan's status tonight, her votes will definitely not be low, and she may even be able to hit the front row. But Jin Xiuyu will not be jealous at all. She is a singer, and of course she knows how difficult it is to sing this song like this. No

Just having the right emotions is enough. If you sing without self-control, you will only expose the shortcomings of your skills. "She is so amazing." Ovina said with admiration: "The voice is so stable and the emotion is so full. Such a performance is

It's something I can't achieve at the moment." The Iron Masked Man had already stood up, and two lines of tears suddenly hung on his face: "It sounds good, um, it's so perfect. This song is tonight's champion."

In the end, Wen Yuan lived up to everyone's expectations. She completely let go of her voice and gave an extremely shocking performance: "What has our world changed? What is our world looking forward to? What is left in our world?"

What next will leave only deserts in our world?] And the most amazing thing is that after this explosive singing, she naturally followed up with a Mongolian singing. For many viewers at the scene, they couldn't hear it.

They understand Mongolian. But this does not prevent them from feeling Wen Yuan's emotions at all. That almost heavenly singing is like a gust of wind, flying all the way from Shanghai to finally returning to the Ulaanbaatar prairie. Tonight

, there may be a young man lying on the grassland, looking at the bright moon and starry sky above his head, humming this song. If it rains, it must be the tears of an old friend... When Wen Yuan finished singing

After that, she did not thank the audience for a long time, "Sister Wen Yuan, she is crying!" Wang Xingrui said with a tearful voice. Yes, Wen Yuan has restrained her emotions for too long because of her professionalism. Now that the singing is over, when
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