Watching Fang Xuening soar into the air again and again, watching the strands of sleeves flying in the air, Li Shuyao couldn't help but be a little stunned.
At this moment, the scenes she saw in the cave yesterday flooded through her mind, and the figures walking on the clouds toward the sky seemed to come alive in her mind.
They played moving melodies, stepped on the white auspicious clouds, and looked at the sky piously.
They sway in the air, not bound by the earth.
After thinking about it, Li Shuyao felt that she had found the opportunity she was looking for. She quickly entrusted the camera to the older brother next to him who looked like a cameraman. Then the older brother borrowed a pen and paper, turned around and lay on the table one stroke at a time. wrote it down:
Soothing the wind and sand with lingering sound
Loess Red Mansion Collection of Ancient Scriptures
Long rolled silk scarf
Stepping on the clouds and waving the moon towards the sky
pursue, pursue
The sun, moon and stars are close together
comfortable, at ease
Throw all distracting thoughts away
Driving a lotus petal
A brilliant song
I fly from the sky to the sky
This place is empty for bustling drama
If a leaf of the world
Like a flower blazing
Between the gravels of eternal calamity
Wake up drunk and dance hazily
Come on, come on
I'm here to play the rosy clouds
Go, go
Who would like to send this answer?
come
Go ahead...
After a series of lyrics came down, Li Shuyao breathed a long sigh of relief, and then wrote two words at the top of the lyrics - Xiang Kong!
This is the first time that she has composed a song completely by herself. It may not be as good as those famous songs, but this is what she really feels after traveling for the past two days.
Whether it was the setting sun in the desert or the loess and red building, these were all she had seen in the past two days.
But the "flying" people in the song were constantly surging in her mind.
Those murals seem to be more than just murals, but vivid characters. Although they are still on the murals, they are active in their thoughts.
Li Shuyao felt that she seemed to see the figures painted on the walls by those painters thousands of years ago.
It is no exaggeration to say that this is an exchange of souls.
She seemed to see the painter's pious expression and the slightly trembling brush.
After finishing writing, Li Shuyao let out a long breath. Those images disappeared as the lyrics ended, but the scene at that moment was already engraved in her mind.
It may be of no use, but it has a subtle influence on her and has become one of her own cultural heritage.
Human temperament is accumulated bit by bit in this way.
The works you have read and the knowledge you have learned will eventually form your personality.
"I've finished filming. Oh my God, I'm so exhausted." Fang Xuening walked over and stretched, then looked at Li Shuyao who was writing the lyrics over and over again and asked:
"Uh, what are you doing?"
"Haha, Xiao Xuexue, you are awesome. I just saw you jumping up and down, and then I got inspiration, and then I wrote a lyric." Li Shuyao laughed and hugged Fang Xuening and took a bite on her cheek.
Fang Xuening: "..."
Why am I the only one who jumps up and down? Your source of inspiration is very strange. You say so, you get inspiration when I jump up and down at home twice a day?
What kind of weird inspiration is this?
"I want to see what kind of lyrics you are writing. It can't be some bouncing lyrics." Fang Xuening took the piece of paper in Li Shuyao's hand, looked at the beautiful handwriting on it, and praised it for a moment. , and then got serious.
After a while, Fang Xuening said with some surprise:
"Hmm...is this written for me?"
Li Shuyao opened his mouth: "Uh, that's right. How about it? Do you want to sing?"
"Okay, okay." Fang Xuening nodded: "We will come to Dunhuang to shoot the MV then. I have the picture in my mind now, haha, I want to wear Feitian's clothes to perform the MV."
"Well, I think we can put a big drum in the desert, and then you dance on the drum... How about, can you dance?" Li Shuyao said with a smile.
"Okay, why not? Besides, it can be learned. You can master it after practicing hundreds of times." Fang Xuening looked at Li Shuyao's strange expression and said helplessly: "Sister, who do you think you are? Just like you, you can learn it all in one go."
"No, I'm shocked that you can practice it hundreds of times." Li Shuyao smiled.
"Every time I cover or release a new song, I sing it hundreds of times before recording it well." Fang Xuening rolled his eyes: "You don't care about me when I see you."
"You close the door every time, who knows what you are doing inside."
"So if you don't release a song every month, I'm sorry for recording songs so fast, you know." Fang Xuening took out his mobile phone, flattened the paper, put it on the table and took a photo.
This piece of paper might have been lost somewhere. If it was lost, it would be a pity. It would be a disaster if the lyrics could not be found.
Authors generally cannot memorize creation. If you write it one time, it may look like this the next time.
Well, at this time, she had forgotten Li Shuyao's photographic memory.
It may also be that Li Shuyao has too many abilities and she has ignored them.
Fang Xuening carefully stuffed the folded food into Li Shuyao's pocket and zipped it up. She was still wearing Feitian's clothes, so it was not convenient to carry this note.
After the two of them settled their small matters, Fang Xuening went to chat with the filming team, thanked them for their busy day, and agreed on a time for filming.
As he was talking, the wind suddenly became stronger.
"Let's go quickly, there's going to be a sandstorm." The guide sister said to Li Shuyao and Fang Xuening.
"Ah? Sandstorm?" Fang Xuening opened his mouth. In the past two days, he had experienced the magnificence of the desert, but he had forgotten that there was such a thing as a sandstorm here.
The filming team was also quickly packing up their things. It seemed that this was not the first time they had encountered this.
Li Shuyao and Fang Xuening packed up their things and ran back quickly. They were still quite far away from the car.
As he spoke, the wind gradually became a little stronger.
"Uh-huh, there's something about this sandstorm." Fang Xuening covered her shoulders and screamed as the sand hit her.
The sandstorm isn't too big yet, but the blown sand has already hurt the skin a bit, and the Feitian clothes Fang Xuening was wearing were exposed on her arms and shoulders...
Li Shuyao took off his coat. It was a windproof jacket that he bought after arriving here.
Wear a jacket, jeans, and boots to look dashing!
Li Shuyao hugged Fang Xuening in and raised his jacket to cover their heads.
From a distance, they look like a couple.
After all, what Li Shuyao wears is somewhat neutral.
Li Shuyao looked at the guide sister, who quickly waved her hand to indicate that she didn't need it.
So the two of them ran towards the car as if they were hiding from the rain.
"Oh, we're finally in." After quickly climbing into the back seat of the car, Fang Xuening breathed a sigh of relief. She was beaten hard by the sand.
"Let's go back to the hotel."
"Yes." The tour guide nodded and started the vehicle.
The sand slapped on the car and made a loud splashing sound. Looking at the world outside through the window, the originally clear blue sky had turned into an earthy yellow color, and the road was full of sand that was swept away.
Sure enough, no matter what time, we still have to respect nature.
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I wrote this song myself. I don’t know how it goes, haha. How do you feel? Anyway, I feel good about myself, haha.
An update today.
