More and more people gathered around the bonfire by the river. It felt like all the herdsmen in the entire hunting ground were here. The blazing flames illuminated each face, as if it were a huge oil painting, but it was extremely vivid.
The jade-belt-like water spring river flows quietly on the grassland, and the sparkling light is the radiance of the moon. The neighing of horses can be heard in the distance, the breeze blows, and the air is filled with the fragrance of earth and grass.
Under everyone's gaze, Lu Chen strode up to an old herdsman, bowed and asked, "Old man, can I borrow your matouqin?"
This old herdsman is very old, and the dark skin on his face is chapped with deep marks of time, and his hair is gray and his eyes are cloudy, but he plays the matouqin very well.
When he heard that Lu Chen asked to borrow the piano from him, he grinned, revealing his charred and uneven teeth, his old face wrinkled into chrysanthemums, and generously handed the Morin Qin in his arms to Lu Chen: "Here!"
"Thanks!"
Lu Chen took the piano in his hand and bowed again to thank him.
This piano looks very old, probably no younger than the old herdsman in front of me, but it is well maintained. The materials used for the headstock, piano rod and resonance box are quite exquisite, and the dark brown-red surface has obvious traces.
patina.
Only those who know the quality of such a matouqin with a long history will understand its preciousness.
Everyone was surprised.
Whether it was the hunting herdsmen such as Uncle Qiyan, or the crew members such as Zhang Ke and Shi Lang, no one expected that Lu Chen would actually use the morin fiddle to accompany him.
Many people present knew that Lu Chen played the guitar very well, but the guitar and the Morinouqin were completely different things. He couldn't use his guitar skills to play the Morinouqin, right?
That would be a joke!
Lu Chen sat down on the pony, held the matouqin and tried the feel for a while, and then said: "It's my first time to come to the Mongolian prairie. It's really beautiful here. It feels like my dream home!"
"At the same time, I am very grateful to my Mongolian friends for their warm hospitality, so I will give this song to you!"
Although there were many people gathered around, when Lu Chen spoke, everyone politely kept quiet, so his voice could be clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.
Hearing Lu Chen's praise of the Mongolian prairie, the herdsmen all smiled proudly, and when his words fell, the enthusiastic herdsmen immediately gave him warm applause.
Lu Chen smiled and waited for the applause to subside, then said: "The name of this song is"
"Beautiful grassland is my home!"
Beautiful grassland is my home?
Zhang Ke, Shi Lang and other crew members couldn't help but look at each other because they had never heard this song before.
Mongolian herdsmen can basically understand Chinese, but they don't know that this song was originally written by Lu Chen. When they hear the title of the song, they feel that it is too appetizing. Isn't the beautiful grassland their home?
So everyone burst into applause and cheers again.
Among the people present, only Filia Chen knew it. She stared at Lu Chen affectionately, her eyes full of tender love and pride.
"Sister Mayfair"
At this moment, a charming figure quietly walked next to Filia Chen.
Filia Chen suddenly laughed: "Sister Gergentana!"
The little Mongolian girl had a look of shame on her face and whispered in a low voice: "Sister Fei'er, I gave my whip to this brother Lu Chen."
Daughters on the grassland dare to love and hate. They dare to express their feelings when they meet someone they like. They will never hide their feelings and let others guess. Gergentana is no exception.
She had never seen a Han man as handsome as Lu Chen, so she gave him her whip.
But then I thought about it, Lu Chen was Fei'er's sister's boyfriend, and what I did was wrong, so after a fierce ideological battle, I finally came over to admit my mistake to Fei'er Chen: "Don't be angry."
"silly sister"
Filia Chen held Gergentana in her arms with a smile and said: "Sister will not be angry, because sister knows that Gergentana is a good girl, so let's listen to the song together!"
She liked Gergentana very much, so how could she be jealous and angry because of the little girl's budding feelings?
It is normal for a man like Lu Chen to be liked by many girls!
And here, Lu Chen has already started playing and singing.
The sound of the Morin Fhuur is melodious and it plays a beautiful melody.
“Beautiful grassland is my home,
The wind blows the green grass and flowers everywhere,
Colorful butterflies are flying and hundreds of birds are singing,
A curve of clear water reflects the sunset,
The horses are like colorful clouds,
Cattle and sheep are like pearls scattered.
Ahhhhhh~
The shepherdess sang loudly, and her joyful singing filled the whole world!
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This song "Beautiful Grassland, My Home" is a widely sung classic work in Lu Chen's dream world. With a beautiful pastoral tune, the song praises the beautiful and picturesque scenery of the Mongolian grassland and the happy life of the herdsmen. It is known as
Countless singers have covered it.
Lu Chen played the Morin Fhuur, which can be called an original interpretation. The first two bars are a series of upward movements, as if a shepherd climbed up and looked at the vast grassland. The yurts bloomed like lotus and the yurts bloomed like pearls on the pasture.
The cattle and sheep make people involuntarily immersed in the atmosphere created by the song.
Immediately afterwards, there was a sublimation in the musical thoughts, and what was expressed was the infinite admiration of the herdsmen for their hometown. The ups and downs and progressive narrative sense made the lyrical color of the song more intense.
At this moment, in this place, this scene, this harp and this song, who can not be drunk?
"...
Beautiful grassland is my home,
The water is clear and the grass is beautiful. I love it.
The grassland is like a green sea,
The felt bag is like a white lotus
Herdsmen paint happy scenes,
The spring scenery is picturesque,
Ahhhhhh~
The shepherdess sang loudly, and their joyful songs filled the sky,
The shepherdess sang loudly, and their joyful songs filled the sky!"
The structure of the second section is exactly the same as the previous section. The square development of the four phrases not only enhances the musical thinking in a deeper level, but also reveals the unfinished charm in terms of lyricism.
In particular, there is a long sound in the concluding sentence, which is full of strong nostalgia. It is the author's love and affection for the beautiful prairie, and it is a reluctant confession.
The sound of pianos and songs float among the yurts, across the Shuiquan River, and across the endless grassland!
Until Lu Chen finished singing, no one spoke, and the surroundings were quiet as if the magic of time had been cast. Only the beeping sound of burning wood in the bonfire reminded people.
Many herdsmen were fascinated by what they heard, and many even had tears in their eyes.
I was born here, grew up here, sang and cried here, and I will die here!
Maybe they didn't know these few words, but their love for the country had already been integrated into their bones and blood, and their strong and passionate emotions were completely inspired by Lu Chen's singing at this moment.
Beautiful grassland is my home! ——
Note: "Beautiful Grassland, My Home" Lyricist: Huo Hua/Composer: Alateng Aole. (To be continued.)