Yi Shuihan burst out all the emotions in this song, and the rich and desperate emotions in the song made everyone feel heavy.

How can you understand the coldness of the tall buildings, the misery and despair in your heart!

"One is called wood, and the other is called ponytail......

One is called wood, the other is called ponytail......"

The horse-head qin tore at its strings, and she was so sad that she couldn't cry.

The wood and the ponytail face each other at both ends of the ponylace, but they are forever apart......

The two lyrics were sung repeatedly, and a feeling of desolation and loneliness rose spontaneously.

Maybe some people don't understand the meaning of these two lyrics, but someone must know.

The wood and the horsetail are the two parts of the horsetail......

So what do Yi Shuihan's two lyrics want to express?

Whether in the East or in the West, the piano is people's most loyal companion.

When people are lonely, they always take the piano as their last confidant, and the piano is ruthless, but people can only take it as their companion.

It's lonely enough to be accompanied by a piano that can't speak, and Yi Shuihan has to divide it into two parts, "one is called wood, and the other is called ponytail."

The loneliness and sadness in the lyrics are so thick that they can't be dissolved, like a dark night filled with ink.

Yi Shuihan's desire to find a confidant was so strong? They couldn't help but be moved.

"Kill my Qilian Mountain, so that my cattle and sheep will not rest.

Losing my Rouge Mountain, making my women colorless ......"

After the second chorus, Yi Shuihan's voice was singing in a distant voice, quiet and distant, as if muttering to himself.

Closing their eyes and listening to Yi Shuihan's whispering, they seemed to see the waves of grass blown by the wind in the night sky, like the starlight in the night sky of the grassland gathered into the face of an ancient god......

Death of my Qilian Mountain, so that my cattle and sheep do not rest. Losing my Rouge Mountain, I have no color for women......

Does this speak for the ancient nomadic people of the Xiongnu...... That alien race, who has repeatedly invaded us in history and had a protracted relationship with the Central Plains Dynasty?

Sadness and depression were accumulating, and the deep meaning in the lyrics was so deep that they didn't have time to savor it, and they were attracted by the fans of the next sentence.

"In the distance, only a field of wildflowers condenses in death......

The bright moon hangs high in the grassland like a mirror, reflecting the years of thousands of years......"

Hearing this, everyone trembled!

The bright moon hangs high over the grassland like a mirror, how desolate and atmospheric!

The cold and bright moon on the grassland is compared to a mirror hanging above the nine heavens, and there is a vague Tang poetry legacy of "flying to the sky under the moon, and the clouds are born and the sea is closed".

The bright moon is like a mirror, reflecting the thousands of years in the world. The bright moon hangs high over the grassland, which is a grand space, reflecting thousands of years and eternal time.

The atmosphere of the romantic plateau has made many fans feel terrified! They seem to smell the smell of the ancient people's spirits!

Compared with those poets, there is less heroism, but more loneliness and clarity.

Those who have studied literature immediately came to a conclusion: Yi Shuihan's literary attainments must not be low, and this kind of lyrics that make the soul tremble unconsciously cannot be written.

His singing, like the cold light that suddenly appeared in this space, penetrated their ears and penetrated this prosperous and impetuous world.

"My piano whimpered, and my tears were gone.

Riding a horse across the grassland alone ......"

All the accumulated emotions explode in this moment and end in this instant.

The piano whimpered, and there were no tears.

But so what?

Whether it is a peaceful death in the previous life, or an unexpected rebirth in this life, it is just a horse crossing the grassland alone.

Where he is going, no one knows.

At this time, Yi Shuihan is lonely, but he has been able to withdraw from his deep sadness, and the loneliness at this time is a kind of detached loneliness, lonely and calm.

Drifting away, Yi Shuihan can never go back to the past......

In the past, he endured the loneliness alone, and gradually drifted away......

The writing of beating a horse across the grassland alone is really beautiful, which makes many people secretly admire, and Chu Xudi is one of them.

He was a university Chinese teacher, and his hobbies were somewhat monotonous and boring, as his wife said, except for literature and music.

As a university professor, his literary skills are unquestionable.

He originally came to Yi Shuihan's concert with the mentality of listening to songs, but he didn't expect to have another gain in this concert.

That's Yi Shuihan's lyrics! This is enough to make him shoot the case and touch his heart!

It's not so much a lyric as a poem!

The previous poems are naturally wonderful, but it was this last sentence that amazed him the most!

Since he appreciates the lyrics as poems, he naturally looks at the lyrics with the eyes of appreciating poetry.

Riding a horse alone across the grassland...... This sentence is an extremely beautiful ending.

The whole poem begins loudly, but it ends lightly. Crossing the grassland alone, it is not only an echo of every previous sentence, but also an independent explanation. The poet's whereabouts are wandering, and he is physically and mentally lonely, and this sentence alone is written introverted and full.

The aesthetics of poetry, whether it is written about desolation or indignation, is the most taboo to go back and forth.

He was worried that Yi Shuihan's poem was just blindly going down the miserable road, too venting, and lacking a calm and open-minded understanding of life, so it would become a reciprocal and cheesy.

But what he didn't expect was that he was no longer entangled in his inner struggles and emotional pain, but just a faint sentence, pulling himself out of context, leaving the poetry to the audience, and never greedy.

To make an analogy, a poet is like a parent, and the poems he writes are like his own daughter. The process of writing poems is to send her daughter on a blind date. Once the parents let the daughter and the man meet, the task has been completed, and the next step must be to withdraw and leave the space for them to communicate. If at this time, it is obviously redundant.

Yi Shuihan's withdrawal is where his restraint lies. This seemingly casual sentence ends, on the surface it is calm, but in fact it is turbulent, and Yi Shuihan's inner world is all tied to this sentence. But it's written so lightly.

Like the most affectionate goodbye in the world, it is often just the simplest words. That's it.

This sentence is like the finishing touch, which he will never forget for a long time......

"One is called wood, and the other is called ponytail.

One is called wood and the other is called horsetail.

……”

Yi Shuihan sang, his voice getting softer......

On the big screen, Yi Shuihan's face was full of tears......

There was silence in the audience, and listening to this song, they seemed to have experienced a heavy life.

After a moment of silence, there was a deafening roar from everyone.

It's not screaming and cheering, and there's no request to sing it again, it's the kind of pent-up emotion that explodes if you don't vent it.

(End of chapter)