Xu Guangling suddenly came to inspiration, so he came to the desk, spread out the pen and paper, and wrote quickly, in just about two minutes, a song with full lyrics and music was created, and the difference was only some corner decoration. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, a song, in addition to lyrics and songs, also has arrangements.

A song can only be said to be the melodic structure of a song, and the arrangement is based on this melodic structure, supplementing the details, as well as the specific vocal arrangement or effect presentation. The music is the soul, and the arrangement is the flesh and blood, and the two cannot be said to be superior or inferior, the former needs the latter to perform, and the latter needs the former to be the core of a good presentation.

To put it simply, for example, a person who does not know any knowledge of music theory and musical instruments, hums casually and hums something at will, then it is called a song, even if it is scum, it is still a "song", but if you want to present this song and form a formal "accompaniment" of a song, you need considerable professional knowledge.

Xu Guangling was taught by his mother, in those years, his talent in lyrics and composition did not show much, and he could only be said to be a middle-aged person, but the accumulation of relevant knowledge and skills was rich enough, and arranging or something was just a piece of cake.

How easy is it? When Xu Guangling had only been studying music arrangement for about a year, almost all of his mother's songs were handed over to him to deal with! Even many times, his opinions overrode his mother's opinions, and the final result also showed that in most cases, his opinions were indeed better.

Therefore, although the song was only completed at this time, in fact, at the same time, the arrangement plan had basically been formed in Xu Guangling's mind.

What is lacking is just implementation and a little bit of scrutiny and revision.

"I mourn, the world will mourn" four sentences, as lyrics are inappropriate, but Xu Guangling likes these sentences very much, of course, not so much liking, but rather these words are the core of the lyrics and music of this song, yes, after thinking about it, Xu Guangling took it as a recitation and arranged it at the end of this song.

When the melody progresses to the point where "I sing, the world becomes a butterfly, spread its wings and fly", it rises sharply, just like a butterfly shedding the shackles of its cocoon and instantly entering a soaring and beautiful realm, and then, for about three to five seconds, comes to an abrupt end.

After deducing it in his mind, Xu Guangling expressed his satisfaction with this creation.

If in the past, when his mother was there, the lyrics and songs he composed could be scored between 30 and 70 from the beginning to the future, then the night before yesterday, the three songs "Father", "Mother", and "No Wind and Rain" can basically be scored 80 points, and then, counting the emotional factor, maybe you can add a few more points.

And today's one, Xu Guangling gave himself a score of ninety.

After the completion of this song, Xu Guangling also felt that he seemed to have taken off some kind of restraint in songwriting, and all kinds of melodies and phrases flew in his mind at this moment, as if the accumulation and brewing of studying with his mother in those years began to come alive at this moment.

"A Thousand Autumns of Great Dreams" is the name of Xu Guangling's inscription for this song, and when he inscribed these four words on the top of the manuscript paper, Xu Guangling dropped a number "1" behind him, indicating that this would be his first official work.

The previous ones can only be said to be materials for hand training.

The previous three songs are private nostalgia and emotional sacrifices, which are impossible to take out, and in this life and this life, they will only echo in his mind.

Putting away the manuscript paper, Xu Guangling paced around the room as a way to eat.

Because the room is not very big, the so-called pacing is actually a circle, but as he turned, Xu Guangling found that he actually inadvertently posed in a Tai Chi pose when he was eating in this way. After realizing this, Xu Guangling shook his head and smiled.

If he wasn't worried about sleeping again after the fight, Xu Guangling might really be able to play Tai Chi again more gently, but since he was worried, he would naturally forget it. - Otherwise, what is the matter with sleeping twenty hours a day?

After about 20 minutes, the digestion is completed.

opened the notebook, looked at the time by the way, at 7:45 in the evening, at this time, Dasha and Jia Gongzi should be online, Xu Guangling opened QQ, and looked at Jia Gongzi in the discussion group built by three people: Childe, are you there?

Jia Gongzi: Third child, I would like to extend my greetings to you on behalf of the people of YN. A few days ago, I visited Fuxian Lake, are you still satisfied?

Dasha: You can only represent yourself, Lao Tzu doesn't need your representative, and besides, the people don't seem to need your representative.

Jia Gongzi: Tsk, I guess if the third child has any bad impression, most of the reason is yours, and it can only be you! Silly brother, don't you have any collectivist spirit?

Dasha: Third child, what is the matter with you calling a drunkard, and what can this drunkard do besides drinking?

The wine is too thin to drink: he still knows how to eat.

Xu Guangling put up a picture that he had just arrived at Baidu, and then typed: "Childe, do you know where this wild yam is found in China? I mean the more famous ones with better quality."

Jia Gongzi was still silent or thinking, but Dasha had already spoken.

Dasha: Third, you don't need to ask the drunkard this question, he probably doesn't know. I told you a long time ago that this guy is in name only, and his level of swaying with half a bottle of wine can deceive some ignorant people.

Jia Gongzi: Yo, silly brother, I don't know, could it be that you actually know?

Dasha: Hahahahahaha.

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Dasha: Lao Tzu really knows!

The wine is too thin to drink: I want to hear it.

Jia Gongzi: Close your ears and listen.

Dasha: It's a pity that there is another deaf person in the world. The third child, this thing is really a coincidence, my hometown is not far away, it is a small mountain, in fact, it is not a mountain, it is the kind of Gaoling, our locals call it Rooster Ridge, and there are many such things in it. What does it do, you ask?

The wine is too thin to drink: I want to get some back and make vermicelli to eat.

Jia Gongzi: ?

Dasha: !

Dasha: Can this thing still be made into vermicelli, how to do it, and where can I make it?

The wine is too thin to drink: I make it myself.

Dasha: !

Jia Gongzi: !

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