Now, the second half of the 'singing evening' in the counseling room began, and Zheng Xiaowen took the guitar on stage and said:

"My friends, tonight I bring you two songs, and now, the first song I sing is 'Milan at Four Seasons'.

This song is written by Zheng Xiaowen, composed by Zheng Xiaowen, accompanied by Zheng Xiaowen's guitar, and performed and sung by Zheng Xiaowen. Please enjoy my first song first!"

After she finished speaking, she sang and played:

You are in people's hearts, without the gorgeous red of roses,

In the eyes of everyone, you don't have the colorful appearance of peonies,

Compared to you and Qunfen, the flowers are so small and mediocre,

But, but your flower is the most fragrant!

Ah, Milan, Milan all seasons, you four seasons flowers,

Throughout the ages, your appearance has rarely been appreciated, but you smile beside the flowers at all times.

Your graceful demeanor never shows the vicissitudes of life, and your delicate and elegant scenery is unique.

Ah, Milan, Milan all seasons, you four seasons flowers,

Now I'm going to make a poem, and I'm going to sing:

Slim and jade, the gold is slim and yellow.

The flowers are pretty, and Milan is full of flowers in all seasons.

Ah, the Baihui Festival is pretty, Milan is scattered, and the world is fragrant in all seasons!

As soon as Zheng Xiaowen sang the previous paragraph, Wen Jiemei whispered to Lin Jing:

"When we first entered this East Garden, I saw Xiaowen's Milan bonsai.

"Isn't it just a small tree, just like that, she Zheng Xiaowen can also write such a retrieving and thoughtful song.

"Why can't I write such lyrics, even if she is Xiaowenneng, listening to the lyrics she wrote, I really obeyed her!"

Lin Jing said: "Actually, anyone can write lyrics like this, as long as you observe the objects in front of you, those scenes are not only a beautiful painting, but also a beautiful song." Tomorrow you will practice and see if I am right. ”

Wen Jiemei patted Lin Jing: "As long as you little Nizi can, you know everything!"

"I'm just telling you, where can I?" Lin Jing said a little anxiously.

Wen Jiemei was about to answer, she saw that Lin Jing was talking a little loudly, she turned her face to look at Yang Yilin, and she endured the words again.

Yang Yilin watched and listened to Zheng Xiaowen's singing performance, he kept looking at the stage, listening, and sighed in his heart:

Wow! Is this a real person in front of me? Or is it a beautiful moving painting? Xiaowen, how can her singing voice be so gentle and elegant? How can she sing this kind of song so bright and lyrical!

Xiaowen, you sang so much that I listened beautifully, I couldn't sit still, I was about to float!

You know, at the moment my body is swinging in an elegant singing, I listen so comfortably, so comfortable!

Xiaowen, you are my comfort fruit!

Xiaowen, how many geniuses do you still have that you haven't shown for me to see? How can you make me feel emotional in everything and everywhere!

Xiaowen, you let me Yang Yilin...... Ahem, you moved me so much, I don't even know what to say!

How could Qin Zixi's heart be idle? He was also thinking:

Xiaowen She will get so much, she is still so good at playing, singing, and acting, I have known him for so long, she doesn't tell me, why doesn't she even reveal the slightest sign of information to me?

Xiaowen, does she want to surprise me? You Xiaowen, really!

Qin Zixi said, 'Really!', he also stretched out his index finger, smiled and nodded at Zheng Xiaowen, who was singing on stage, and after ordering, he quietly gave Zheng Xiaowen a flying kiss.

At this time, Su Chen, she looked at the stage and said to Qiao Xiang: "Qiao Xiang, look at Xiaowen, Xiaowen stands on the stage, and then plays, sings, and performs, this is simply a moving painting!"

Qiao Xiang said in his heart: My "Heart Lily" was written many years ago, can I not know her?

Qiao Xiang replied to Su Chen's words in his heart, but his lips were tightly closed and he didn't make a sound.

Su Chen said again: "Xiaowen likes literature, likes music, she can write songs, sing well, she can perform, and she is so beautiful, she should be engaged in literary and artistic work." ”

Qiao Xiang heard Su Chen say so much, he felt that he couldn't talk about it without replying, so he replied, "Hmm." ”

When Su Chen heard Qiao Xiang's words back to her, she glanced at Qiao Xiang and said in her heart: Idiot! Wood!

After Su Chen was annoyed, her train of thought immediately turned around: Alas, forget it, forget it, don't scold him, this is not to let that girl make him stupid!

When Zheng Xiaowen sang for the second time, Yang Yilin and Qin Zixi, who were sitting in front of them, were still excited and sighing in their hearts, and they were still talking in their hearts that they could only hear.

Qin Zixi said in his heart:

Ah, Xiaowen, she is so talented! Today I really know her, Xiaowen, I love ......

Oh, don't say that, say it yourself, listen to it yourself, even be embarrassed by yourself, if others hear this, it will be sour, oops, goosebumps......

Yang Yilin was still saying in his heart:

I really can't imagine that Xiaowen can play so many musical instruments, and she can play and sing so well, she is really so admirable and loved! I have not been available for the past two weeks, and when I come back from a business trip, I have to ...... with her

Wen Jiemei's voice interrupted Yang Yilin's train of thought.

Wen Jiemei grabbed Lin Jing's arm and said, "Hey, Xiaowen sings so beautifully, and the lyrics are so well written, do you hear clearly, there is still a poem in her lyrics!"

Lin Jing took it and said:

"You can hear this clearly, the poem written in Xiaowen's lyrics is still a seven-character quatrain!

"Song Yi, the three of us, haven't we all followed Xiaowen to write ancient poems a few times, didn't you hear that it was a seven-character quatrain?"

Wen Jiemei shook her head and said: "I didn't hear it, I only heard it was a poem, something else, flat, flat, I learned slowly, and I can't tell the difference." ”

Lin Jing said:

"Let's learn poetry in the future, you remember to use more snacks, and you will learn quickly. To write lyrics, you have to write the connotation, Xiaowen's "Four Seasons Milan", I think it should be a song that is a metaphor for people.

"I think the meaning of this song is that no matter how ugly a person is, no matter how small this person is, as long as this person has 'fragrant energy', no matter how old or young they are, everyone will love this person!

"What is 'Fangqi'? I feel that it is good quality and good talent!

"Again, a flower is a good song, and Xiaowen is a gardener...... Yo, let's not talk about it, it's my turn!"

Lin Jing came to the stage and said:

"My third song, my friends, is 'Hometown Love'. The Yellow River is my mother's hometown, and my mother often told me about the Yellow River, about the green mountains, and about her childhood, and I made up this story into a song.

"To be honest, when my grandmother lived in the countryside, I often went to my grandmother's house, which was very poor, but in my mother's eyes and heart, her hometown was simply the most beautiful place in the world, and there was no place worth her to miss for a lifetime!"

Wen Jiemei muttered in the audience: "What are you talking about, isn't that, the son doesn't think the mother is ugly, the dog doesn't think the family is poor, everyone has that kind of emotion, everyone knows it, needless to say, hurry up and sing!"

Lin Jing didn't hear Wen Jiemei's whispered words, she played the guitar and sang:

I have lived by the Yellow River since I was a child, and the river waves are laughing and chasing the waves to the east.

The wind made the yellow water change its face, and the white river was wide and long, and the ice scene connected the sky.

The cuckoo oriole magpie calls the spring warm, and the glacier thaws and the white sails on the yellow water.

I follow my partner closely when I fish in the ditch, and I play soft and round when I hit oil on the river beach.

I have traveled all over the land of my hometown, where my childhood was recorded.

Biye is the fertile rice grain river, and the green ridge is terraced rice on the top layer.

The children are smart, the old people are strong, the girls are soft as water, and the young men are as strong as mountains.

The grass and flowers in my hometown are red and the sky is blue, and the nostalgia is always in my heart.

Ah, hometown, my childhood,

Ah, hometown, beautiful green mountains,

Ah, hometown, by the Yellow River,

Ah, hometown, lovely homeland,

I bless, I wish,

Blessings and wishes, the folks have a sweet life!

Song Yi turned around and asked back: "Qiao Xiang, you sang "Hometown Beauty", who are the people in your family by the Yellow River?"

Qiao Xiang replied: "My father, my hometown lives on the green hills by the Yellow River. ”