"Red sun just rising, its path ablaze."
"River emerging from its hidden source, pouring forth in a vast torrent."
"Hidden dragon rising from the abyss, scales and claws soaring."
"Newborn tiger roaring in the valley, all beasts trembling in fear."
Jiang Siming lightly sang along, his voice carried through the venue's sound system. The professional-grade equipment transmitted his voice with perfect clarity.
Everyone sat quietly nearby, listening to Jiang Siming's new song.
"Aren't these lyrics from Mr. Liang's Ode to the Young China?"
"Yes. It should be a song written against the backdrop of that prose piece."
"It sounds wonderful! I never expected prose could be sung so beautifully."
"Jiang Shen truly lives up to his name."
Everyone murmured softly as they listened to the familiar yet unfamiliar opening.
It was familiar because of the opening lyrics, yet unfamiliar because Jiang Siming had expressed that solemn and grand prose through song.
And it sounded so good that it gave them an immersive experience.
If the song's opening had been merely gentle singing, like a benevolent teacher imparting wisdom with humble grace and silently nourishing everything—
then what followed completely changed everyone's original impression of the song.
"Youth has its own wild spirit!"
"Body like mountains and rivers, spine standing tall!"
"Dare to measure the sun and moon again!"
"Today, only I am the young man!"
"Dare to ask Heaven and Earth to test my edge!"
"Who can stop me as I hack through every thorn and obstacle!"
"The world laughs at me, but I grow stronger!"
"Do not fail youth!"
Jiang Siming's singing rose higher with every line, filled with boundless heroic spirit and a towering ambition to challenge Heaven, suddenly elevating the entire song to an unreachable height!
This time, he was no longer merely borrowing lines from the