What's wrong with me promoting my girlfriend as a diva?

The more you write, the more you will be able to write.

"The letter I have written,

(The letter I have never finished writing)

I have said something I have never finished (what to do),

(There are still things I have never finished saying)

(The reason) The gun that has been fired (The gun that has been fired)

(The gun that has never been fired)

Look at the empty building (The fire is still there),

(Look at the empty building, the ashes are still there)

The rain is falling gently.

(The rain is falling gently)

The sky is slightly bright.

(The sky is slightly bright)

Look at you, smiling slightly.

(Look at you smiling slightly)

See you again in the future.

(See you in the next life)"

The first paragraph is a strong accusation of the dark ages, but at the end, it gradually fades out softly.

Such a treatment is like a weird and sad love story that is slowly coming to an end.

The protagonist is half asleep and half awake. In a trance, she seems to see her lover smiling at her outside the door, and then turns and walks into the morning mist.

And the words "See you in the next life" are more like what he said to the protagonist with a smile before turning around.

After Shi Jing finished singing, the music stopped. She stood there holding the microphone, unable to calm down for a long time.

The whole audience applauded, and Zhang Dongya stood up and clapped vigorously.

When the whole audience quieted down, the voting was completed, the big screen fell, and the five members of the Raptors came to the front of the stage.

Xiang Yangrong smiled and said, "Great! I'm a little unsure, so I ask again, this song is in Minnan dialect, right?"

"Yes, teacher."

As the lead singer, it was Shi Jing's turn to answer on behalf of the band.

"You changed the lead singer again this time, so did you discuss it, Wang Liang for Mandarin, Zhu Ying for English, and you for Minnan dialect?"

"This, it was not arranged in advance."

"There are only five people in the band, and you have already changed three lead singers. When are Fan Tang and Luo Biechen in the back going to come to the front to sing two songs?"

Hearing Xiang Yangrong's words, Fan Tang and Luo Biechen shook their heads wildly and waved their hands desperately.

Shi Jing smiled and said, "Looking at the two of them, Teacher Xiang didn't care to appreciate their screams."

Shi Jing's words didn't work at all. Everyone thought she was being modest. Instead, the clavicle control was looking forward to the performances of Fan Tang and Luo Biechen.

The mood of the audience was very simple.

There are five people in a band, and three of them have taken turns to be the lead singer. If you say that the remaining two can't do it, I don't believe it.

After chatting for a few more sentences, Xiang Yangrong turned his head and looked at Zhang Dongya.

"About your song, I want Dongya to comment first."

Zhang Dongya took over the words thrown by Xiang Yangrong and said, "I really like this song. It's great."

Qu Hong interrupted and said, "I can testify to this. When you were singing just now, Teacher Zhang Dongya was always looking at the lyrics."

Xiang Yangrong rolled his eyes at him, and Qu Hong quickly shut up.

Zhang Dongya continued with a smile: "In the Minnan dialect, there have been many good songs in recent years. Your song..."

Speaking of this, Zhang Dongya looked down at the song information in his hand and smiled embarrassedly: "'Thousands of Flower Stamens, the Sorrow of the Loving Mother', this song can be said to be one of the best I have ever heard."

"In recent years, many good songs have appeared in local languages ​​in our country, which is a good thing."

"Of course, some dialects are easy to understand, while others are difficult to understand, such as Minnan dialect and Wenzhou dialect, which really confuse people."

Zhang Dongya's words were recognized by many people. Not only did many audiences nod in agreement, but the barrage also showed uniform approval.

"But you don't need to understand the lyrics to listen to good music. I believe the audience here will definitely feel this way."

"Moreover, the most turning point of the whole song, that is, the phrase 'Namo Guanshiyin Bodhisattva', everyone will definitely understand it."

"Teacher Dongya, we are just talking about the lyrics. Why don't you analyze it for us? I think some audience members may not understand it."

Ren Song interrupted at this time.

Although there are subtitles, the lyrics do not stay on the screen for long. Many people have not savored it before the next sentence has arrived.

When it comes to this, Zhang Dongya smiled like a child who has just found a treasure and is ready to share it with everyone.

He thought for a while and said, "Then let me tell you my understanding."

"From the translated lyrics, the whole song is actually a complete story."

"In the afternoon, the woman waited for her lover to come back at home with an umbrella, but she actually knew that her lover would never come back."

"In the evening, the woman

She tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, so she burned incense to the Bodhisattva, praying that her lover would be taken care of by the Bodhisattva on the way to the underworld.

"Finally, she fell asleep and dreamed of her lover."

"When she woke up in the morning, she seemed to see her lover telling her that they would love each other again in the next life."

"The story is roughly like this, but there are many descriptions of longing and the environment in it, which are really wonderful and amazing."

"After this song is uploaded to the music platform, everyone can compare the lyrics and savor it carefully."

"And." At this point, Zhang Dongya's expression became sad, "The background of this song should be that dark period, right? "

On the stage, Shi Jing, the lead singer, nodded.

On Earth, the original singer of this song is the Kolaqi band from Taiwan Province, and the background of the creation is also a dark event that happened in Taiwan Province.

However, no relevant events have happened in this effort.

When Qiao Sheng told Shi Jing about the background of the creation, he put the background in the era when the revolutionary pioneers fought hard for their beliefs.

"No wonder." Zhang Dongya explained: "I don't know if you noticed it just now, the flags mentioned in it, the dark times, and the endless gunshots are actually hints. ”

Hearing this, everyone has understood what Zhang Dongya meant.

At this time, the program team thoughtfully displayed the lyrics on the big screen.

Looking at the lyrics and connecting with Zhang Dongya's explanation, everyone's thoughts seemed to return to the era of war and national turmoil.

The story of a young man who went out to protest in the streets for the sake of his country and was finally arrested and killed by reactionaries seemed to have happened in front of everyone.

And his wife, like thousands of wives, was waiting at home for someone who would never come back.

Will they complain?

Yes, but they resent the reactionary government and the gods and Buddhas who remained indifferent when their country was broken.

The lyrics have already mentioned the behavior of lovers.

"Ride your white horse and take the path you want to take. ”

Thinking in this way, and putting it into this way, the mood of the whole song suddenly rises.

We were born in an extremely safe country. There is no smoke of war around us, and we don’t have to worry about artillery fire falling on our heads at any time.

It’s all because, in that dark and sunless era, there was such a group of people who used their flesh and blood to build an indestructible "Great Wall" for us.

They fought all the battles that our descendants had to fight.

They blocked all the sufferings for us behind themselves.

What we have to do is actually very simple, that is, to remember them, remember history, and remember those dogs who invaded us.

The reason why we can still talk about love in a prosperous city is that our ancestors gave up their love with pain!

The whole song does not mention any struggle, but from a woman who is waiting for the revolutionary pioneers to return home, every word is blood and tears, and every wisp of lovesickness is emotion.