In "Poetry", it was said that there are four ways to compose poetry: starting to be straight, bearing to be tolerant, turning to change, and combining to the depths of water, that is, to start and turn together.

"Beginning" is the cause and the beginning of the event; "Inheritance" is the process of the event, "turn" is the turning point of the result of the event, and "He" is the discussion of the event and the end.

In fact, the beginning and the end are not only the usual writing methods in the old composition, but also the common structural techniques used in other artistic creations, including songs.

Take the song "Little Fox" as an example, at the beginning of the song, an old hunter feels pity for the injured little fox, which leads to the follow-up story. It's bland, but it's engaging, and it's in line with the saying "get straight up".

The "inheritance" part of the song vividly and vividly describes the daily interaction between the old hunter and the little fox, and the warm and sweet atmosphere makes the whole song full of emotions and narratives.

It wasn't until the second half of the song, after the vague foreshadowing in the front, that the turning point of the old hunter's death was quietly introduced. The turning point is not abrupt, and thinking from the logic of emotions or facts is inevitable in the accident.

And the last sentence "What is lost will eventually come back to you, child, don't be afraid of a long time", downplays the heaviness, coldness, and sadness of death, and replaces it with warmth, tranquility, and comfort, which makes this song sublimated in mood, logic, and meaning.

There is no doubt that compared to today's songs that are sensational, moaning without disease, or even scattered structure and incomplete pentatonic songs, "Little Fox" is more like a serious music!

Everyone's ability to appreciate songs may be different, but one thing is certain, a song with heart will inevitably bring double enjoyment to the listener's ears and heart.

Therefore, "Little Fox" is obviously a self-made song with rough conditions, but it stands out from many packaged new songs and parachutes to the first place on the new song list!

In just one night, the potential index soared to the point where the second place was daunted, which was a ride in the dust!

Under the song, almost all of them received rave reviews.

"Now those so-called singers, please take a little snack, don't poison my ears with any divine comedy! Listen to the songs produced by other people's Tiandiguan, don't you feel ashamed?"

"Xuanwei Dao is handsome and handsome! Even if the appearance is so high, the singing is so good, it doesn't give idol stars a way to live!"

"I just came out of Xiao Liuyue's new single "Dream Music Circle", and I instantly felt healed. ”

I could hold back in front of me, until the last sentence, and I cried out. ”

"I used to be a fan of Yubing, but now I am a fan of Qiushui, just rush this song, I don't think her choice is wrong!"

"First sweet and then sadistic with a warm ending, the gentle singing, coupled with fairytale-like pictures, brought a touch to the soul. ”

The last sentence should not be the idea of life and death, everything is constantly born and growing, and it is also constantly dying and disappearing, and there is no absolute definition of life and death. ”

"In the single loop, this song is poisonous!"

"To be reasonable, the view of heaven and earth is really the most unprofessional Taoist temple I have ever seen, but I like it!"

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Entertainment companies are frantically trying to figure out how to sign the song's author and singer, and music websites are desperate to get the rights to the song.

They care more about the commerciality than the artistry, and how much real money they can create for themselves.

Ruoshui, who was the poster, received a snowflake-like invitation on the same day.

And then, and then there was no then.

Whether it's tomorrow night, autumn water, or Xuanwei, the original intention is not to make anything, but more to feel.

If those deals and offers are accepted, it is an insult to the little fox who has been guarding the dirt bag for more than ten years in reality!

The day after Xuanwei and Mingye finished recording the song, the old fox finally ran out of oil and left this world.

According to the villagers, in the morning, when the sky was slightly bright, it staggered to the field with a bright flower stained with dew in its mouth.

Finally dragged its body to the dirt bag, it put the flower in its mouth on the ground as it had done for more than ten years, and then slowly lay down.

At first glance, it appears to be asleep peacefully, and it sleeps soundly.

Perhaps, as the song says, it has returned to that warm embrace, right?

"Master, why is this happening?" Tomorrow Night was a little uncomfortable, he felt that it was because he had drawn the ending of the little fox that it would come true so quickly.

Xuanwei rubbed Mingye's head and said softly: "Idiot, life and death are up to the sky, and if you mind too much, it will become an obsession." Do you remember the last lyrics written by Qiushui, maybe it's not a bad thing for it. ”

The disciple understands that it is a little difficult to accept for a while. Ming Ye said in a low voice, and his gloomy expression improved slightly.

"Even if it's fate, let's give it a ride at the end!" Xuan Wei said to the two disciples.

After a simple ritual, the villagers buried the little fox next to the old hunter.

Two dirt bags, one large and one small, are just like the big bed against the small bed in the old house.

"It's a pity that there are no flowers in front of the old house. Tomorrow night looked at the flower that the fox brought in and said with some regret.

"Yes, the old hunter must have liked flowers very much, which is why the little fox brought flowers every day. Qinglian rarely agreed.

When Xuan Wei heard this, he smiled slightly: "There will be flowers blooming here, more than in the yard!"

Shortly after the words fell, among the withered petals piled up in front of the soil bag, a sprout broke through the soil. In the blink of an eye, the shoots spread out and sprouted green buds.

The fragrant fragrance of flowers came to my nose, and I saw the colorful flowers swaying in the wind among the overgrown weeds, like an ocean of flowers.

The villagers' eyes widened, and some of the elderly knelt on the ground, shouting miracles.

The group of friends also looked at Xuanwei in disbelief, they stood closer to Xuanwei, and naturally heard what he said, as soon as he finished speaking, a sea of flowers appeared, which was completely unscientific!

"Daoist Xuanwei, how did you do it?" Fang Qing opened her mouth and asked with some difficulty.

Xuan Wei spread his hands and replied indifferently: "If Poor Dao says that he hasn't done anything, do you believe it?"

Everyone smiled awkwardly but politely, and their faces were full of expressions of whether you believe it or not.

"The seeds have already been planted, and Poor Dao has only used some means to let the seeds germinate and break the ground in advance. "Xuanwei is colorful.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but look at the new little dirt bag with a complicated expression.

Yes, the seeds have been planted long ago.

After more than ten years of waiting, this is the sea of flowers.