Chapter 172 How long have you not seen such an open-minded poem? (3/3
Zhang Xiaowen went back to her seat. Naturally, she couldn't see the big stars behind her praising Yang Qian. She also didn't know that Dai Yuni had finished listening to the song, but she didn't have a chance to speak. She still had a rosy face and was full of praise for Yang Qian.
Where does the pride come from.
Apparently, in the recording studio far away in Yangcheng, Yang Qian's soulful singing of "Qian Qian Que Song" has made several senior music industry veterans become so excited that they forget everything they did.
So Yang Qian had just finished singing, and before he and Dai Yuni had finished flirting with each other, they just ignored his girlfriend and applauded vigorously.
"Good song, good song! I haven't heard such a good song for a long time!"
Lu Miao was all smiles.
Zhan Boyue was easily excited. He stood up, walked towards Yang Qian, and stretched out his hands.
Yang Qian didn't quite understand what he was going to do.
But seniors are seniors. Faced with seniors, Yang Qian did not dare to neglect him, so he quickly stood up and hugged him in confusion.
It's very much like the comradeship between the two armies.
But after Zhan Boyue hugged him affectionately and shook hands, he laughed and said:
"Xiao Yang will become a big singer in the future. Brother Zhan, can I go on the show to brag about how, so and so, so and so received me in the past?"
Yang Qian couldn't laugh or cry.
This teacher Zhan is so good at making trouble that he doesn't even know how to answer the phone.
I can only panic and use an even lower profile to express that Teacher Zhan, you have given me too much praise.
Of course, others are not as arrogant as Zhan Boyue, and they all have to be more or less reserved. Like Xiniya, she sat on the chair and commented with a smile:
"I particularly like this song by Xiao Yang. The tune is very beautiful. The style is completely different from "Keep the Roots". Of course, I like the lyrics you wrote more. They say that since ancient times, being sentimental has hurt parting. Xiao Yang's song
The poem also talks about the reluctance to part with your girlfriend, right?"
Yang Qian nodded.
"But I think you expressed your reluctance very well. It's not the hysterical kind of saying that I can't live without you. Girls don't like boys messing around like this. The more they stalk you, the more disgusting they look.
Maturity. On the contrary, it is best to be sad but not sad. Let her know that you love her, but this love is full of hope and poetry!"
Xiniya's words were very interesting. She was so literate at first that Yang Qian thought she was also an artistic grandmother who read poetry and books.
Unexpectedly, the conversation changed later and he directly turned into an emotional expert, talking to Yang Qian about how boys and girls get along.
Yang Qian couldn't laugh or cry. Fortunately, she said this in Cantonese. Otherwise, Dai Yuni, who is still listening now, might not feel embarrassed.
"Actually, I don't think this word is completely sad but not sad."
Zhong Rensheng opened his mouth and switched to Cantonese to chat, and his interest in talking returned.
Moreover, Zhong Rensheng is actually also a singer with good lyrics and writing skills. In his early years, he also wrote songs and produced records for many Hong Kong stars.
Of course, now that he is older, he has long since retired from the music scene. It was only this time that the Guangdong Provincial Television Station found him that he happily accepted the invitation and came out again.
"Xiao Yang, when I heard you sing this song just now, I had a deep impression. Was it the rain hitting the window one day, or something? I'm getting old, and my memory is a little weak."
Zhong Rensheng shook his head with a wry smile.
"Teacher, is this the section?"
Yang Qian played the guitar and started singing.
"When the raindrops tap on your window one day,
When the wind blows away your ideas,
Can you take some time to think about this old look..."
Listening to Yang Qian's brief playing and singing, several seniors nodded appreciatively or admired it intoxicatedly.
Even if he cut out a section in the middle and sang it, Yang Qian could still get into the groove quickly. This was of course due to the fact that he spent more than a week practicing and polishing carefully.
Zhong Rensheng applauded approvingly and discussed with Yang Qian with great interest:
"Yes, that's it. Although the lyrics of this sentence are not so straightforward, it actually has a sense of 'we may not be able to meet again in the future, but don't be too sad, we all have to remember each other's appearance.'
Sentiment."
"So, it is not entirely right to say that we are sad without being sad. Xiao Yang expanded the creative theme of the short separation from his girlfriend, not just a short separation, but imagined it as a long-term separation, in terms of distance and time,
An emotional farewell.”
"Because of a short separation, we can see each other in a week or a few weeks. Such a long love between children cannot be written. Even thousands of evening stars cannot be as beautiful as you. It takes a long separation to miss you so much and to write.
, remember my old appearance, lyrics like this!”
Zhong Rensheng analyzed it very well. This song was originally written about the reluctance between the retired singer and his fans.
The section that Yang Qian just played also shows the sadness of the singer who has left the music scene for a while, but does not want his fans to completely forget him.
Therefore, it is really not completely sad but not sad.
Parting is always sad, and no one can really let go of it easily - unless it's heartless.
"But the lyrics of Xiao Yang's song are relatively positive overall. They don't deliberately create a sad mood. I think his idea is to express love, and it is a very subtle and beautiful love! I think
very good!"
Before Yang Qian nodded in reply, Xiniya, who liked the song very much, couldn't help but argue with Zhong Rensheng.
"Yes, yes, this is also the excellence of this song, and what I want to say next, Xiao Yang is the creator of Cantonese lyrics in my opinion - I don't comment on Mandarin songs, I don't know much about them!"
"But as far as Cantonese lyric creators are concerned, Xiao Yang is a very spiritual and atmospheric lyricist that is rarely seen in Hong Kong at this stage! To be honest, after two thousand years, I thought I would never see him again.
Such beautiful lyrics..."
Zhong Rensheng had a very high opinion of Yang Qian and did not hide his love for Yang Qian at all.
However, when he reminded him, everyone else nodded.
"Indeed, at the beginning of the 2000s, Uncle Qiang and Uncle Huang left us one after another, and it was difficult to see classical and atmospheric songs appear in the Hong Kong music scene."
Lu Miao sighed regretfully.
Yang Qian was silent.
Although this song was not really written by himself and he did not dare to accept such praise from Zhong Rensheng, Yang Qian still agreed with what they said about the current situation of music in Hong Kong.
As early as the last century, before the return of Hong Kong City, there were endless masterpieces of Hong Kong music. Even though many foreign songs were adapted, the lyrics written by the older generation of patriotic lyricists were all grand and full of charm.
But now, what has become of the new generation of musicians in Hong Kong City?
They don’t love their own country and don’t identify with their own culture.
Not reading, not reading poetry, admiring foreign things, and stripping oneself and the country of more than 5,000 years of heritage.
Some people can even write wrong words. How beautiful can the songs they write with such a level of education be?
They stick to their own opinions and look at their motherland with colored eyes, without truly seeing the beautiful mountains and rivers of the country.
Living in a small room with only a few feet and walking around in a small city in a day or two, how can you expect the grandeur and grandeur of a person's works from sitting in a well and looking at the sky?
Even if there are talented lyricists with good literary talents and talents, under the influence of such narrow thoughts and insights, they may only be able to write some small-family-style sentences about the love-hate relationship between young lovers, even if they are the same subject matter.
, I'm afraid it would be difficult to write something as open-minded and beautiful as "Qian Qian Que Song"!
Of course, from Yang Qian's point of view, he has no way to evaluate the Hong Kong music scene, and the Chinese music scene he prefers is actually not very optimistic.
People who write songs don’t want to put all their effort into writing songs. Everyone wants to become famous overnight and sell goods through live broadcasts.
However, those who are truly talented and can write good songs cannot compete with popular idols in song rankings, cannot compete with popular songs in terms of fame, and are tortured by copyright infringement in terms of income.
——If their song becomes popular, a bunch of Internet celebrities will compete to sing it and compete for the limelight. Even netizens will only recognize the Internet celebrity who sang the most popular song, not who the original singer is! Just like Yang Qian’s "Goodbye" before.
》That way.
Others are making a lot of money, but the original author is unknown and penniless. Who can feel balanced!
So, labor and management quit!
Except for a few who insist on generating electricity for love, others also go to live broadcasts to bring goods, or go to variety shows, jump around, become idol stars, and gradually forget why they choose to sing...
The Hong Kong music scene, the Chinese music scene, is a pool of stagnant water on one side, and full of weird things on the other.
Fifty steps and a hundred steps, no one can laugh at anyone!
When several old celebrities from Hong Kong were enjoying themselves, Yang Qian also sighed secretly.
However, they looked at Yang Qian with appreciation in their eyes, Zhong Rensheng looked at Yang Qian with hope in his eyes, and Yang Qian's thinking eyes also showed firm belief!