For a thousand readers, there will be a thousand Hamlets, and everyone’s point of identification is different. For example, when listening to the lyrics of this song, I feel quite miserable. The woman is helpless, wiping away her tears after shedding them, or waiting for an unknown ending. The scene of the drama may be the Wang Fu Stone on the seaside. Rain and wind blow, and in the end it can only turn into powder and be eroded by the sea.
First of all, Wang Busheng dislikes this song. This has nothing to do with the singer. Although Li Jinzhong's appearance is indeed unpleasant, the song is too sad and does not match his optimistic image.
It’s not just Wang Busui who doesn’t like this song, but also Qian Duoduo. The little girl has never experienced those kinds of love and love, so naturally she can’t understand the unforgettable feelings between men and women. Besides, children should be happy Heartfelt, there is nothing to express sorrow. The young man does not know the feeling of sorrow, so he expresses sorrow in order to compose new words. Boring and uninteresting.
Someone once said that even a piece of toilet paper has its value, let alone a living person like Li Jincheng. Even though he looks terrible and the things he does are terrible, I have to say that his singing is still very nice.
Even Qian Duoduo resisted coaxing Li Jincheng. Not to mention that his face was full of admiration, but his face looked much better, and his nausea was relieved a lot when he saw Li Jinzhong.
Music is a resonating sound frequency. It is the original life movement of human beings themselves.
It brings beauty and happiness to people, and it is the most direct expression of feelings.
It is like a cup of tea, moisturizing the heart and spleen, breaking a willow branch to express lovesickness. A beam of warm sunshine warms the souls of the world.
A cool breeze in the desert chills my heart. Let us find peace when we are irritable, comfort when we are in pain, and release when we are nervous.
The history of the development of music in our country can be traced back to the Huangdi period. Archaeological discoveries have shown that the Chinese nation created a rich musical culture more than 7,000 years ago. From the early bone whistles, to the bone flutes, and later to the Yaoqin, jadeqin, and lyre, the chime bells unearthed in my country have caused a sensation throughout the world.
Our country is also the earliest in the world to record some records of music, such as "Dancing Song" and "The Music of Ge Tianshi" from the Huangdi period, and later "Mountains and Flowing Waters" and "Ambush from Flying Daggers", all of which can be admired by the world. of.
Through the singing of Li Jinzhong and Li Jincheng, we can also draw a conclusion that ugliness has nothing to do with singing, and the Masked Singer can also have fans.
Of course, looking at the face will still have an impact on the quality of appreciation. If the singer is beautiful and the song is beautiful, the effect will be much better, such as the famous star Zhang Jingjun.
But stardom is too far away, and temporary wishes cannot be realized. Now, there is a ready-made beauty. For example, Zhang Jinghui. Both of them have the surname Zhang. Maybe they were the same family hundreds of years ago, and they should be able to sing very well.
So Wang Busheng smiled and said, "Sister Jinghui, everyone has sung, so why don't you sing one too?"
Zhang Jinghui doesn't talk much. She always likes to sit quietly. Only people she knows very well will say a few words. She is as quiet as a painting. She is beautiful, but her temptation is unabated.
Zhang Jinghui listened quietly to everyone singing, with a smile on her lips. Zhang Jingjun's songs were very nice and she was pretty. Zhang Jinghui was also very happy to be recognized and liked by everyone. Zhang Jinghui was shocked by Wang Busheng's suggestion and hurriedly refused: "No, no, no, my singing is hard to listen to."
There was a blush on Zhang Jinghui's face. Even strong women in the workplace can be shy.
"Yes, I haven't heard Sister Jinghui sing before." Qian Duoduo was startled, as if he thought of something, and then continued: "Zhang Jingjun sings so beautifully. Sister Jinghui is as beautiful as Zhang Jingjun. She can definitely sing. It’s not bad either.”
Wang Bushi felt that something was wrong with Qian Duoduo's words, and there was a logical problem. Zhang Jingjun's singing was good, that was her talent, and it was probably related to her family's genetic inheritance. There was no guarantee that Zhang Jinghui's singing was good or bad. He I suggest that beautiful women sing because they just want to appreciate beautiful women. After all, as an audience, we can still watch beautiful women openly.
"No, no, I don't sing well," Zhang Jinghui's face blushed even more, but in the eyes of several werewolves, this was a delicious meal. Li Jincheng had to pull up his pants again. It's a shame for men to have this thing. It would be a pity to have it cut off.
Li Jinzhong felt better and just swallowed his saliva. His cousin was here and he had to restrain himself.
"Oh, sister Jinghui, no one will laugh at you, just sing one song," Qian Duoduo said coquettishly, holding Zhang Jinghui's hand.
At this moment, Wang Bushu wanted to become Qian Duoduo's hands.
Faced with the little Lolita's coquettishness, Zhang Jinghui had no choice but to nod and say: "Okay, okay, I'll sing a song."
"Okay, just one song." Qian Duoduo put down Zhang Jinghui's hand, ready it, and listened.
Zhang Jinghui cleared her throat and said: "I will also sing a song by Zhang Jingjun - "The Dream I Want Most".
You hold me and I lean on your shoulders
Let’s talk about past stories and future dreams.
Thank you for giving me a happy paradise
I love you and always keep you in my heart
I am the beautiful girl in heaven
You are the Han family man who lives thousands of miles away
Thank God for giving us a place to hold hands
Let us ride the rapids together
My happiest dream
Just to worship heaven and earth and enter the new house with you
you became my groom
I became your most beautiful silly girl
Wait until your face changes
My white hair is also growing rapidly
You will still put your hand on my shoulder
Say to me darling I really miss you
You put all your love words in my ears
Our love is still as good as ever
Time will let you know what my heart is like
Will put a smile on your face
My happiest dream
Just to worship heaven and earth and enter the new house with you
you became my groom
I became your most beautiful silly girl
The rain from the sky soaked my new clothes
I want to bear all the problems with you
It's you who make me stronger and stronger
My dear, I love you and I will say it loudly
Don’t care what others think or think
I only care about you, you are my favorite Han family man
Let’s look at the round moon together
I want to accompany you until dawn for all eternity
My happiest dream
Just to worship heaven and earth and enter the new house with you
you became my groom
I became your most beautiful silly girl
My happiest dream
Just to worship heaven and earth and enter the new house with you
you became my groom
I became your most beautiful silly girl
The gracefulness and lightness are all suitable to be painted on the green screen. The words are flowing like the voice of the orioles, and the painting is beautiful. How can the voice of the orioles be painted? This should be the best interpretation of Zhang Jinghui's songs.
Zhang Jinghui looks like she is singing for the first time. She grasps the high and low notes very accurately, including the place for breathing, and the transition between sadness and happiness in a timely manner. It is difficult but also very simple to sing a song well. Singing is a three-in-one behavior of physiology, physics and psychology. It is also a kind of exercise that makes full use of all the organs in the body. In the most popular words, sing more and live longer.
There is a saying in "Liezi Tangwen" written by Zheng Lieyu in the Warring States Period: When he passed Yongmen, he chanted songs and pretended to eat. After he left, the lingering sound lingered around the beams for three days without stopping, and people left and right could not leave.
Zhang Jinghui's singing is like a ray of breeze, blowing through the tired body and taking away the fatigue of the day. Regardless of the meaning of the lyrics, Wang Busheng felt very happy when he listened to Zhang Jinghui's singing, which had the effect of refreshing his mind. Just like Zhang Jinghui's beauty, it is the holy medicine that can cure hundreds of poisons in the world.
It was not only Wang Busui who fell into intoxication, but also several others. The quality of their character had no influence on the appreciation of the song. Wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth, Li Jinzhong said stupidly: "Haha, it sounds so good. This song can only be heard in heaven, and how many times can it be heard in the human world."
The ugly man Li Jincheng was also applauding on the side, not stingy with his words of admiration.
"The lingering sound lingers. After listening to this song, I feel a lot more relaxed both physically and mentally. Could it also be effective in losing weight?" Li Jincheng joked, patting his big belly.
After Zhang Jinghui finished singing, a blush appeared on her face and she said, "I didn't sing well, so don't laugh at me."
Qian Duoduo, who had not spoken yet, smiled and said, "Sister Jinghui, your singing is really nice."
Qian Duoduo took Zhang Jinghui's slender hand and said dissatisfied: "Sister Jinghui, you are really singing so beautifully, how can people live? Aren't we the ones who read the Analects of Confucius in front of the Confucius Temple and play with swords in front of Guan Gong's gate, looking for humiliation? ".
"No, you sing very nicely." Zhang Jinghui gently touched Qian Duoduo's face and smiled.
"Hehe, I know," the little Loli said with a smirk on her face, "I'm saying this for the two of them. I am ugly and my singing is so ugly. They are able to survive to this day because they have such strong hearts."
Well, Li's cousin was shot even if he was lying down. What's wrong with him being ugly and not eating your rice? Of course, Li's cousin didn't express his position, so the fool took his position.
After recovering from his intoxication, Wang Busheng had to feel ashamed again, not because Zhang Jinghui sang so beautifully. It’s really not worth the more than ten years I wasted on myself. It’s true that I can’t stay in the mountains forever. The news is too limited. I haven’t heard any of these songs. As a die-hard fan, Wang Busui feels very ashamed. . He really wanted to hide in Zhang Jinghui's arms and cry.
Not long after, Li Jincheng suddenly thought of something: "Ms. Zhang, when did you listen to this song?"
Zhang Jinghui was startled and said hurriedly: "I can't remember clearly. What's wrong?"
"No, it's nothing," Li Jincheng said, and then asked his silly cousin, "Cousin, have you heard of this song?"
"No," Li Jinzhong replied affirmatively, "This song is so good. If it were sung by Zhang Jingjun, it would definitely be a sensation." As a member of Zhang Jinghui's fan group, Li Jinzhong is certain of this.
Li Jincheng looked at Zhang Jinghui again and said, "Are you sure this is Zhang Jingjun's song?"
"No, it should be," Zhang Jinghui said a little incoherently. After all, she was very busy at work and rarely had free time to listen to songs. She had only seen the lyrics of this song.
Li Jinzhong and Li Jincheng looked at each other, including Qian Duoduo, and Li Jincheng replied: "No."
"Uh," Zhang Jinghui said, "Maybe I remembered it wrong."
"It's okay, it's okay, everyone's music is not the same, as long as it sounds good," the little Lolita hurriedly comforted her. Looking at Li Jincheng, her expression immediately changed, "What do you want? I, Sister Jinghui, said whoever sang it was the one who sang it." , no doubt”.
Everyone is a fan of Zhang Jingjun, but someone like Zhang Jinghui appeared in the team. She took a song whose author she didn’t know and said it was the song of her goddess. Li Jincheng was very unhappy, even if Zhang Jinghui was a beauty. . A man must have his own bottom line, and there are certain times that he cannot change. For example, if he spends a night with a girl, he has to pay for the room himself.
"Hmph", facing Little Pepper and the big beauty, Li Jincheng couldn't do anything to them now, so he said: "Fake fans".
Looking at the time, it was almost time, so he went back to his tent to rest. Li Jinzhong saw this and followed closely.
There was a conversation in the distance, "Why are you following me?"
"People want to sleep with you because they are afraid of the dark."
"roll".
Seeing Li's cousin go back to rest, everyone was tired and got up to rest.
Wang Busui shouted to everyone: "Everyone, please be smart when sleeping. The weather in the mountains is changeable. The sky is full of stars now, but it may be covered with dark clouds in a while."
But everyone didn't pay much attention, they just agreed a few times, and then went back to their tents to study.
Wang Busui found some licorice, burned it into ashes, and sprinkled it around everyone's tents. The ashes can prevent mosquitoes and also have a certain resistance against some poisonous snakes, birds, and beasts. Then he extinguished the fire and covered it with sand. The wind was very strong at night, and a spark could cause a fire in the deep forest. He had to take precautions. After doing this, Wang Busheng climbed up to his hut.
