The young man named Lan Li walked up to the stage and sat down in the center, with a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, and said playfully, "Thank you Ed for the introduction just now, thank you for his compliment." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info But I think you're obviously not here tonight to watch the 'American Idol' competition. ”

During the live broadcast week of "American Idol", there was a link like this, where two singers performed the same track, and then scored high and low.

Lan Li's ridicule was obviously a mockery of the incident, which made the audience laugh, but George didn't like it more and more: Flim tongue! This looks like a singer, more like a talk comedian, it's really funny.

"Tonight is Monday, just after a weekend of noise and revelry, now it's time to relax and unwind. Lan Li hugged his guitar, his expression was relaxed and happy, this was the stage he was most familiar with, and the comfort and relaxation of the scene environment made his mind completely relaxed, and his words were a little more casual, "Then I will perform a small tune, hoping to add a touch of smile to this night." ”

George's brows furrowed again, the minor, the folk minor, this kind of minor key is more difficult to create, the so-called minor key is actually an easy-to-come etude, this minor key reflects the accumulation and precipitation of the creator, maybe the sense of heaviness is insufficient, but the background is richer, absolutely not any creator can claim, "I wrote a minor key", otherwise it is just beyond my strength.

George scoffed.

Lan Li, who was sitting on the stage, lowered his head and gently hooked the strings, the clarity and transparency of the guitar strings were like a clear stream in the rich atmosphere of the bar, slowly flowing out, and the noise gradually calmed down, but the lightness, laziness, and The freehand is jumping between the melody scores, the casual melody is like the sun at three o'clock in the afternoon in midsummer, the air is floating with damp water vapor and dry dust, comfortable and comfortable, so beautiful that people can't help but wander in it, involuntarily, the arc of the corner of the mouth is gently raised.

This made George a little stunned for a while.

"In Los Angeles, she's a lady dressed up for a riot. Lan Li's voice had a shallow smile, like a butterfly resting on the buds, fluttering her wings lightly, the moving trembling with a milky aroma, the atmosphere in the whole bar couldn't help but become idle, "Don't forget to put your hands on the remote control, she is a mobile station...... Admire the endless flow of the river, the vast river endlessly. ”

The simple melody, the simple lyrics, all the emotions seem to be understated, just like the simplest white shirt, but the real insiders know that the white shirt is the most exquisite, George really tasted the deep meaning from it, and couldn't help but paint such a wonderful picture in his mind:

The enchanting lady, dressed up and standing in the midst of the riots, quietly watched the people coming and going in front of her and the changes in the world, her long hair like a black waterfall was coiled behind her head, and a bright red flower was inserted, which complemented the flowers that bloomed all over her skirt. The tranquility in the chaos, the vicissitudes of life in the restlessness, outline the power of time to the fullest.

In Seattle, she stood lonely in the northern woods, soaking in the damp greenery and sipping coffee. ”

The white shirt seemed to have just been washed, the jasmine fragrance was swirling in the dry sunshine fragrance, and even the way of singing was not embellished, and the indifference and indifference in the flat and straightforward narrative seemed to quietly watch the ebb and flow of the tide and the clouds roll up, lazily making the smile become casual.

George couldn't help but close his eyes, the woman in the white dress, standing lonely on the edge of the endless birch forest, the drizzle made the air damp, the endless green became tender and dripping, but in the aroma of coffee, she was alone, waiting for her lover, waiting for family, waiting for friends, or ...... Waiting for yourself. The dazed and lost fewness spread like water vapor.

The jump of the guitar strings became brisk in the milky yellow halo, but there was a kind of bard's free and uninhibited, the whole world was at peace, but the noise in the ears became more and more turbulent, this huge contrast, people indulged in it, unable to extricate themselves, as if they fell into a world that only they could hear. Loneliness, loneliness, sadness, loss...... Gently fluttering in the chest.

"New York, New York, she has been weathered, wandering in the street lamps and laughter, laughing, dancing......" her eyes couldn't help but heat slightly, the sudden sourness was so turbulent, as if she was in the huge New York City, the crowd was surging, but she was alone, this loneliness in the laughter and excitement, easily broke all the defenses, smashed into the depths of the soul, and couldn't help but listen to the voice of the vicissitudes of life and sing, "...... Smiling and waiting for the dawn to come, she smiled and waited for the dawn to come. ”

New York, their New York, the unique New York, she is like a carnival back, always smiling, always dancing, always lonely, never really integrated into the world. That is the most unique temperament of New York, and only by truly wandering in it and tasting it with heart can we capture the fleeting depression.

Without warning, all of George's irritability settled.

"San Francisco, she wears a fishing net and steps on a tall and long heel......" The gentle voice that gently raised made the smile on the corner of her mouth also fly, as if the whole world was gradually brightening, "Zhu's lips opened slightly, as if she was sighing softly, and slowly walked down the long street with her back to the east......"

The graceful back, the bewitching high heels, the ragged shawl, like a bohemian wanderer walking on the edge of history, is always wandering, all the way to the west, slowly, slowly, slowly towards an unknown future, life can never settle down, always walking on the road, that unstable displacement has been rooted in the blood, left in every corner of the world.

"The heart is left in the palm of the hand, and the face is facing the ocean. ”

The understatement lyrics are as beautiful as poetry, and the wisdom and philosophy hidden between the lines seem to have gone through the vicissitudes of the world and the vicissitudes of the world. This is a real tune, after years of polishing, after the precipitation of time, after the impact of society, but also through the tempering of the soul, those cumbersome emotions into the simplest melody, as if it is just a tune humming casually when dinner accompanies a glass of beer, but it is a testimony of a life and a period of time.

George slowly opened his eyes, looking at the still young and immature face in the center of the stage, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, like a bird with wings spread and soaring in the wind, freely embracing the blue sky and the earth, flying over the mountains and the sea uninhibitedly, a shallow smile, but enough to light up the world.

Then he sang softly, "The heart is left in the palm of the hand, and the face is ...... Facing ...... Boundless. ”

The mentality and artistic conception facing the sea and the spring blossoms, passing between the brisk notes, and the slightly higher singing voice then glides through a mellow trajectory and falls to the ground again, light like the feather that can never land in "Forrest Gump", shuttling through time and space, gently fluttering in the heart.

George's gaze fell on the figure, for a long, long time unwilling to leave. In him, you can see the chic and uninhibited like a bard, as well as the indulgence and casualness of wandering the world, and the power of time seems to slide quickly through his fingertips, and then leaves traces that people can't see.

George's heart was surging, and the irrepressible excitement and excitement almost made him want to jump, you know, how many winds and waves he has seen, and he was on the same stage with Bob Dylan at the beginning, even if he is not a respected old bone in the industry, it is not far off. But it had been so long that he couldn't even remember the last time he was so excited, was it when he heard Norah-Jones' first album? Was it in 2001 or 2002?

What really excites George is not the song, but the talent and talent revealed in this melody. To be honest, this song is not as good as "Ophelia" just now, and maybe even slightly worse than the completion of "Top". However, this is a minor key, a few simple chords and a few simple sets of lyrics, performed in a simple way, but it is so beautiful that the language loses its color.

Although it was only a song, with this song alone, George was willing to visit in person. Agreeing to Stanley's invitation tonight, I thought it was a trip for nothing, but now I found a rare treasure, which made George's emotions a little unbearable.

What's even more commendable is that George will not forget his prejudices just now - the disadvantage of age is in absolute contrast with the vicissitudes of the song, just like the geniuses of Lean Remus and Norah Jones, who became famous at a young age, which is so amazing that people tremble. When Nora debuted with the album "Come-Away-With-Me", jazz was also a genre that required voice, talent and talent to go hand in hand, and it managed to get the entire North American music scene excited. Now, has he found a second Nora?

In an instant, the impression took a 180-degree turn.

Although he himself overturned his own judgment, George was not embarrassed in the slightest - what if he could meet a real musical genius and just be a little embarrassed?

George was a pure lover of music, distracted, focused, and even more focused than Stanley. Not only was he not embarrassed, but he was excited, he couldn't help but sit up straight, looking at the stage with blazing eyes, his mind was highly concentrated, and he became deeply interested in the follow-up performance.

Note: Los Angeles (Los-Angeles-Pushstart-Wagon)