More and more people gathered around the campfire by the river, and it felt like all the herdsmen in the whole hunting ground were coming, and the glow of the blazing flame illuminated the faces as if they were a huge oil painting, but they were extremely vivid. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The jade-like river of water springs flowed quietly across the grassland, sparkling with the glow of the moon, and the neighing of horses could be heard in the distance, and the breeze blew through, and the air was scented with earth and grass.

Under everyone's gaze, Lu Chen strode in front of an old herdsman, bowed down and asked, "Old man, can you borrow your horse-head harp?"

The old herdsman was very old, his face was dark, his skin was cracked with the deep marks of age, his hair was gray, his eyes were cloudy, but he played the horse-head fiddle very well.

Hearing Lu Chen borrow the piano from him, he grinned, revealing a mouthful of burnt and uneven teeth, his old face wrinkled into chrysanthemums, and he generously handed the matouqin in his arms to Lu Chen: "Give!"

"Thank you!"

Lu Chen took the piano in his hand and bowed down again to thank him.

This instrument looks very old, estimated to be no younger than the old herdsman in front of him, but it is well maintained, the headstock, stem and resonance box are made of very particular materials, and the dull maroon surface has obvious pulp.

Such a horse-head qin with a history of many years, only those who know the goods understand its preciousness.

Everyone was amazed.

Whether it was the hunting herdsmen such as Uncle Qiyan, or the crew members such as Zhang Ke and Shi Lang, no one expected that Lu Chen would use the horse-head qin to accompany him.

Many people present knew that Lu Chen's guitar played very well, but the guitar and the horse-head qin were completely different things, and he couldn't use the guitar playing skills to play the horse-head qin, right?

That's going to be a joke!

Lu Chen sat down on the little horse, held the horse-head qin and tried the feel a little, and then said: "The first time I came to the Mongolian steppe, this place is really beautiful, and it feels like my dream home!"

"At the same time, I am very grateful to my Mongolian friends for their hospitality, so I will give this song to you!"

Although there were many people gathered around, everyone politely kept quiet when Lu Chen spoke, so his voice could be clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

Hearing Lu Chen's praise of the Mongolian steppe, the herdsmen all smiled proudly, and when his words fell, the enthusiastic herdsmen immediately gave warm applause.

Lu Chen smiled and waited for the applause to subside, and then said, "The name of this song is called..."

"Beautiful prairie my home!"

Beautiful Prairie My Home?

Zhang Ke, Shi Lang and other crew members couldn't help but look at each other, because they had never heard this song.

The Mongolian herdsmen can basically understand Chinese, they don't know that this song comes from Lu Chen's original, and when they hear the title of this song, they feel that it is too appetizing - the beautiful grassland, isn't it their home?

So there was another burst of crackling applause and applause.

Among the people present, only Chen Fei'er knew it in her heart, she stared at Lu Chen affectionately, her eyes were full of tender love and pride.

"Sister Fei'er..."

At this time, a delicate figure quietly got to Chen Fei'er's side.

Chen Fei'er suddenly smiled: "Sister Gegentana!"

The little Mongolian girl had a look of shame on her face, and whispered in a low voice, "Sister Fei'er, I gave my whip to this Brother Lu Chen." ”

The daughter on the grassland dares to love and hate, and when she meets someone she likes, she dares to take the initiative to confess, and she will never hide her heart for others to guess, and Gegentana is no exception.

She had never seen a Han man as handsome as Lu Chen, so she gave away her whip.

But then I thought about it, Lu Chen was Fei'er's sister's boyfriend, and it was wrong for him to do this, so after a fierce battle of ideas, he finally came over to admit his mistake to Chen Fei'er: "... Don't be angry. ”

"Silly sister..."

Chen Fei'er smiled and hugged Gegentana in her arms and said, "My sister won't be angry, because my sister knows that Gegentana is a good girl, so... Let's listen to the song together!"

She likes Gegentana very much, how can she be jealous and angry because of the little girl's budding feelings?

It's normal for a man like Lu Chen to have a lot of girls like it!

And here, Lu Chen has already started his playing and singing.

The sound of the horse-head fiddle is melodious, and it plays a beautiful melody.

"Beautiful prairie my home,

The wind blows the green grass all over the flowers,

Colorful butterflies and hundreds of birds sing,

A bend of clear water reflects the sunset,

The horses are like clouds,

Cattle and sheep are like pearls.

Ahh

The shepherd girl sang loudly, and the happy singing was all over the world!

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This song "Beautiful Grassland My Home" is a widely sung classic work in Lu Chenmeng's world, the song praises the beautiful and picturesque scenery of the Mongolian grassland and the happy life of the herdsmen with a beautiful pastoral tune, and has been covered by countless singers.

Lu Chen plays the horse-head piano, which can be called the original interpretation, the first two bars of a series of ascending, as if the shepherd ascended to the height and overlooked the vast grassland, the yurt blooming like a lotus flower and the cattle and sheep sprinkled on the pasture like pearls, making people involuntarily immersed in the atmosphere created by the song.

Later, there was a sublimation in the music, pouring out the infinite praise of the herdsmen for their hometown, and the ups and downs and a progressive sense of narration made the lyrical color of the song more intense.

At this moment, this place, this scene, this piano, this song, who can not get drunk?

“……

Beautiful grassland my home,

The water is clear and the grass is beautiful, and I love it

The grassland is like the green sea,

The felt bag is like a white lotus

Herdsmen depict happy scenes,

The spring is picturesque,

Ahh

The shepherd girl sang loudly, and the happy song filled the world,

The shepherd girl sang loudly, and the happy singing filled the world!"

The structure of the second section is exactly the same as the previous one, and the square development of the four phrases not only enhances the music at a deeper level, but also shows the unfinished charm in terms of lyricism.

Especially a long note in the closing sentence, with a strong attachment, that is the author's love and love for the beautiful prairie, and it is a reluctant confession.

The sound of piano and song lingers, floating between yurts, crossing the Shuiquan River, and floating on the endless grassland!

Until Lu Chen's singing ended, no one spoke, and the silence around him seemed to be under the spell of time, only the beeping sound of the burning wood in the bonfire was reminding people.

Many herders were fascinated by this, and many even had tears in their eyes.

Born in Si, grown up in Si, singing and crying in Si, and will die in Si!

Maybe they didn't know these words, but the love for the countryside in their hearts had long been integrated into their blood and bones, and the strong and fiery emotions were completely stimulated by Lu Chen's singing voice at this moment.

Beautiful prairie my home!

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Note: "Beautiful Prairie My Home" Lyrics: Huohua / Composer: Alattenole. (To be continued.) )