On February 8th, starting from the early morning, the Internet was restless.

The three major entertainment companies have long mobilized their own celebrities, big and small, to help canvass votes, and Aurora, as the only successful virtual idol in the entire Blade, has been driven by the entire Blade.

Whether it is a newcomer who has just signed a contract or an A-level signing star who has already reached the front line, they all began to help canvass votes. This is the first time in Yanzhou that it has been openly competing with the three major companies in virtual idol matters in so many years.

However, there are other people who are more concerned about the release of new songs at 8 a.m.

Xue Jing, who is over 160 years old, did not walk around the park downstairs as usual after getting up in the morning, but sat in his study, turned on the audio and video equipment, and waited for the arrival of eight o'clock.

There is a paper notebook and a pen on the desktop. This is the notebook he plans to write his thoughts and analysis after listening to the fourth movement later. Compared to the electronic recording method, Xue Jing prefers manual recording and feels more.

There was a stack of books next to the table, some of which were written by Xue Jing, and some were written by others for reference. Many colleagues thought that Xue Jing’s next task of writing music analysis and creative guidance on symphony structure was an unwise decision. This type was too aloof and unpopular. Talented people were hiding it. The publicly written certainly had nothing to do with it. They were all specious nonsense. Some people who bought books would give bad reviews after reading it. Just look at the previous textbooks. It was thankless to have anyone written it.

However, every time Xue Jing heard such words, she just smiled. Someone asked him who was involved in the editor, but Xue Jing smiled but refused to answer.

Xue Jing has been analyzing the three movements that have been published in "A Hundred Years of Destruction". The deeper I analyze them, the more I am more shocked, amazed by Fang Zhao's ability to control and amazed Fang Zhao's boldness and progress. Among these three movements, there are many techniques that are not popular and overlooked nowadays, but those in these three movements perfectly interpret the artistic conception that the movement wants to express.

"One left." Xue Jing whispered.

In fact, after listening to the first two movements, you can understand the creator's purpose and plan. The third movement is the theme of war, and the fourth movement should be the end.

As soon as eight o'clock arrived, Xue Jing opened the audio-visual platform, a high-dubbing video equipment, and clearly presented the MV in front of him.

The image shows the solemn scene at dawn, which connects with the end of the third movement, and the full battle continues, but the picture does not appear gloomy and dull, and the musical tone is not so urgent and depressing.

Two different tones, one dark and one bright, alternately appear at the beginning of the fourth movement. The high and the bass construct the vast space between the sky and the earth, making the music feel very vivid. The short and accented sixteenth notes, like the cold wind blowing violently at dawn, can feel the flow of air. The cello's accented violin sounds, as if the heaven and the earth are trembling in the murderous aura emitted by this fierce battle of survival.

The trees that fought back in full swing were filled with mud and water. Each branch seemed to seep thick blood and murderous aura. With all his courage, he used all the crazy beasts that plundered their living world and killed them!

The timbre of the trombone and the wooden pipe was added with a weak sound, and the hard sound was hoarse and dull, just like the crazy beasts on the image that had begun to fear and retreat under the counterattack of the trees. The once violent and arrogant killing body became fragile and exhausted, shivering in this cold morning when the wind was howling.

The difference is that the strength of the woodwind sound is accumulating little by little.

On the image, the brave trees forced the hideous faces to retreat step by step. Amid the slightly hoarse metal horn, the gloomy and murderous beasts belonging to the mad beast were making the final struggle, and roaring with a fierce and timid mouth.

A fist with a fierce murderous intent locked the heart of the crazy beast ahead, like a sharp spear, with a cold and violent impact without hesitation.

The hit beast drew an arc in the air and fell into the lake not far away. The lake surface broke open, and the beast that fell into it struggled for a few times before sinking.

There are also some broken branches on the lake surface, floating scatteredly on it.

The figure glanced at the lake.

The strings are played with the unswept sadness, but at the same time, the string groups continue to play with tenacity and indomitableness.

Compared with wind and percussion, string music has a softness, but not blindly softness, softness and hardness. Grief is no longer a weak tragedy, but a strong momentum and explosive power.

The figure in the picture turned around and ran towards the top of the mountain in front. Several unknown weeds on the ground swayed under the air waves caused by the running of the figure.

The mad beasts were knocked down and trampled under their feet.

The tree people cooperated perfectly with each other, which was a tacit understanding that was developed through countless death battles.

Move forward step by step, climb higher step by step.

When the figure in the picture finally stood on the top of the mountain, the strength accumulated by the wood tube finally exploded in the complex tone of the trombone and the wood tube.

The wind music group is played homophones three octaves apart. Under the empty tone combination, there is a wide view from the top of the mountain in the picture.

The battlefield at the foot of the mountain was full of corpses, including mad beasts and trees. However, compared to the figures moving on the ground at the beginning, the main part was not the plundering mad beasts, but the companions of the tree.

Looking around, you can see brave figures of companions fighting everywhere.

The unfolding of the trumpet and harmony, the high-pitched sound symbolizes the war and is finally coming to an end. The drum beats are no longer so urgent and more exciting. The percussion is based on the familiar timpani drums in the new century, and the more primitive drum sounds are compounded. This is a perfect and magical fusion of sounds in different time and space.

It seemed as if it had been a long cold winter without sunshine. When the figure standing on the top of the mountain raised his head and saw the thick clouds in the sky slowly dispersing, and saw the golden sunshine shining in the sky, the bloody fists that had just killed countless mad beasts were shaking slightly, shaking constantly, with a feeling of endurance in his eyes, and tears would be filled with tears in the next moment.

The sun seemed to bring a scorching temperature, melting their sharp and angular hearts armed by this war, touching the softest part of their hearts.

They have seen such sunshine a long time ago. It represents warmth and hope.

They were also a group of ordinary creatures on the earth who were suffering from pain, and experienced unthinkable despair and depression.

They fight and fight in a cold desperate situation, and win more than just freedom and rebirth. What they want to win is a world!

The surging emotions erupted, the shouts from the top of the mountain, overlapped with the loud male voices in the magnificent music, as if they were carrying an immeasurable force to lift the whole world up.

In the broad music of the orchestral ensemble, the intense harmony is like the carnival of all living beings who have regained the sun, celebrating this hard-won victory.

The violin's rotation and performance are like time combing this world of rebirth.

The free clouds in the sky lingered above the lake surface, and the turbid lake water that was stirred up in the war became clear, and the broken branches floating on the lake surface sank to the bottom of the lake. The sparse ground by the lake was already covered with vigorous grass.

Amid the sound of the compound drums with a more refreshing and powerful rhythm, the feet made of large and small branches were trampled on the already lush grass, running, without being rushed or nervous, but with excitement in tears of joy.

From today on, we will no longer see those cruel figures as bloody.

From today on, they do not need to be displaced and escape everywhere.

From today on, the world will be a new world!

So, can I rest?

Yes.

In the majestic harmony, the expanded wind music is blowing with a huge momentum, the string sounds that are constantly rising, and the drum beats are confirmed again and again, indicating an open painting that is about to unfold.

The figure at the front of the tree group stood on the high slope, looking at the figures of the idle and free companions distributed everywhere, stepped on the soft soil under their feet, and showed a bright and relieved smile.

In the warm sunshine, relaxedly spread out your arms, the twisted branches finally spread out, the strong arms turned into branches stretched on all sides, and the legs became roots again, penetrated deep into the land and took root.

It seems like a new life.

After finding a satisfactory place, the trees that were walking around also unfolded their twisted branches and rooted in the land. The bare branches, under the sunlight, emerged tender green leaf buds, and the leaf buds unfolded, carrying the halo of life.

Some strange vocals humming in the ears, and the ensemble with electronic tones create a brand new and magnificent colorful world.

The string group has different parts, playing different roles, as if the dead souls who died in the war overlook this new world, as if there were some new and unprecedented lives whispering, or like the trees re-rooted in the new land, the people's hearts were excited and complicated.

The corpses in the war were covered by dust and new plants. The catastrophic war destroyed a group of lives and cultivated a group of awakened lives.

On the earth full of vitality, there are freshness and decay, but at least everything is developing in a good direction.

Looking down from a high altitude, the whole world became quiet and peaceful again on the boundless earth, as if the disaster of destroying the world had never happened.

But under the peaceful and distant surface of the world are the tenacious and magnificent souls after suffering disasters.

What is eternity?

How long does eternity last?

have no idea.

If one day, another disaster will occur, they will stand up again.

Life never ends, battle never ends.

In the image, the picture quickly crosses the ground and forms forest bushes. The farther place where the sun cannot shine, there is no haze or gloom, but the dazzling and mysterious starry sky.

The musical tune gradually calmed down, and the graceful string sound with a little sadness and emotion gradually became lighter, and the low male voice gradually faded away from the string sound.

Subtitles gradually rise.

"MV protagonist: Aurora

Genera: Dragon, Elephant, Tianluo

Song title: "A Hundred Years of Destruction" Chapter 4 - "Eternal"

Producer: Fang Zhao

Production team: Aurora project team, Fang Zhao, Zu Wen, Song Mie, Pang Pusong, Zeng Huang, Wan Yue, Fu Yingtian, Stella, Zhang Yu, etc.

Produced by: Blade Media.”

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Xue Jing stared at the name of the producer on the subtitles, sighed and shook her head, feeling a little unbelievable, and was also a little delighted to find the treasure.

"That boy Fang Zhao!"

Shaking his head, Xue Jing picked up his pen and wrote a sentence on his notebook:

“Aurora, from a member of ordinary beings to leading a group of counterattacks, an epic journey, each tune of the movement carries a strong sense of reality and shock, just as the creator has really experienced it.”
Chapter completed!