……

The sky is still hazy, and there are still pigeons flying~

Who will prove those love and life without tombstones~

The snow is still falling, and the village is still peaceful~

Young people disappear in the birch forest~

……

The bad news came in that afternoon~

The sweetheart died in the distant battlefield~

She silently came to the birch forest~

I want to stay there every day~

……

The waves crashed on the beach, and Lin Zaishan's singing slapped the hearts of Sun Yuzhen and Wen Shasha and Yuan Yue, who were "eavesdropping" behind them.

The simple melody, revealing a touch of sadness, and Lin Zaishan's mature uncle's singing voice carry a heavy story and a deep feeling.

The three girls, moved by Lin Zaishan's singing, walked into a war era that they could not experience in their lives, experienced the fragility of life, and also felt the perseverance and greatness of love.

The song is quiet, but what it carries inside is a kind of helplessness and sadness under the smoke and fire.

Listening to such songs, Windsor's mind conjured up a solemn and moving picture -

Lonely tent thousands of miles to march, this place is different.

I'll never see each other's faces again.

The leaves of the birch forest bloom and thank, thank and open, all life will end after all, but love continues.

The birch forest witnesses the scattering and gathering, gathering and scattering of all this......

Turning these images into flowing sand paintings, strung together into a story, thick and touching, and inspiring people's thinking about war and peace, is really a godsend!

Wen Shasha was a little excited when she heard half of it, and wanted to run to Lin Zaishan and beg for the right to use this song.

Feeling Lin Zaishan's magnetized singing voice from the nearest distance, Sun Yuzhen is about to melt into this seemingly fragile but eternal love.

When will she be able to wait all her life for a simple love like the girl in the song?

It would be good if I could be born in an era of war, when love was simple and beautiful, and a promise could make people watch for a lifetime.

I yearn for that kind of time!

This Sun beauty, who will enter the play without knowing it, listens to such a song, and has the urge to enter the play again.

Looking at the sea in the distance, Lin Zaishan sang in a deep voice, stripping away the cruelty of that era, and what remained was only the simplicity and beauty of human nature.

……

The sky is still hazy, and there are still pigeons flying~

Who will prove the love and life of those who do not have a wooden monument~

The snow is still falling, and the village is still peaceful~

Young people disappear in the birch forest~

……

The long road is coming to an end~

That girl is already gray-haired~

She often listens to him calling from the pillow~

Come on, dear, come to this birch forest~

At the time of death, she muttered~

I'm here waiting for me in that birch forest~

……

At the end of the song, Windsor's mind conjured up the sand painting of a gray-haired old man watching - the flowers in her window had long since withered, but her love had sublimated into an eternal existence like a birch forest.

The deep charm of Lin Zaishan's singing purified Windsor's heart, this superb school flower could no longer be reserved, let the fine sand pour into her crystal high-heeled sandals, Shu moved slowly, she approached Lin Zaishan who was still playing the piano from behind.

Yuan Yue was taken aback, why did Wen Shasha suddenly walk over? Is this to interrupt the rhythm of other people's dating?

The sound of Windsor's sand is very soft, Lin Zaishan and Sun Yuzhen are looking at the sea, and the sound of waves that can sweep away the dust and the sad and romantic guitar sound ringing in their ears are not heard behind them at all.

Sun Yuzhen cried again.

She herself felt embarrassed, rubbed her eyes and whispered to Lin Zaishan: "Uncle, after getting to know you, I found that I am becoming more and more fragile, and I cry when I listen to any song." ”

Lin Zaishan said venomously: "You were originally a sensitive young woman in literature and art, but you were just pretending to be strong when you were oppressed by life." ”

"It's even more uncomfortable for you to say that."

"Haha, just kidding, don't take it to heart."

Lin Zaishan stopped plucking the strings and patted Sun Yuzhen's fragrant shoulder comfortingly.

"Uncle Lin."

Windsortha's soft voice came from behind.

Lin Zaishan turned around, lifted the brim of his hat, looked up at Wen Sasha who was wearing a snow-white gauze skirt from 45 degrees, and said softly: "Hey? ”

"I just passed by and heard you playing."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry to interrupt your date."

Seeing that Sun Yuzhen also looked back, Wen Sasha bowed and apologized to the two.

Sun Yuzhen's eyes were red, and she suddenly felt so shy, so she quickly shook her hand and explained: "We are not dating." ”

Windsor was stunned: Isn't it dating? It looks like a date.

Yuan Yue heard that the other party was not dating, so she walked over and greeted Lin Zaishan: "Hello Uncle Lin!" ”

Lin Zaishan smiled and nodded: "Hello." ”

Moving in front of Lin Zaishan and Sun Yuzhen, Wen Shasha politely asked, "Can I disturb you for a few minutes?" ”

"You say."

"I'll sit down and talk."

Very tall, Wen Shasha felt that it was a little rude to stand and look down on Lin Zaishan and Sun Yuzhen, so she softened her skirt and sat down next to Lin Zaishan.

With the snow-white hands that turned decay into magic, he supported the curled up jade knees, and said to Lin Zaishan sideways: "I just listened to your song "White Birch Forest", I was very moved. The story you told me before also touched me. My grandfather was a fighter in the former Soviet Union. ”

"Huh? …… Are you half-blooded? ”

Lin Zaishan was slightly surprised, Wen Shasha's temperament is very special, she looks a little cold, but she has a delicate and delicate grace and gentleness in her bones, which is very goddess-like. Her skin is very white, and to exaggerate, at night, her fair complexion is dazzling like a female ghost.

Yuan Yue sat next to Wen Sasha, and told Lin Zaishan with a smile: "Our president Sasha has a bit of Ukrainian blood and a little British blood. ”

Lin Zaishan nodded knowingly, thinking that this was complicated enough.

Subconsciously looked at Windsor.

From the looks of this girl, there is almost no mixed-race element, and her figure is a bit of an Eastern European beauty, very tall and slender.

Visually, her net height is 1.75 meters, and the proportion of her legs accounts for at least 60% of her body.

Liu Mengmeng stood beside her, and the charm of her long legs was estimated to be compared to her.

Not only is her legs long, but this girl's breasts are also well developed, one or two sizes fuller than ordinary college girls, and compared with working women like Sun Yuzhen, who are gradually entering the mature flower and fruit period, they are not lagging behind.

In close contact with Windsortha, Lin Zaishan had to admit that this was a very beautiful and charming girl, if he had been born early, he would have been very tempted by this kind of girl.

"Next month the Royal Academy of Art will hold a national sand painting competition, and I was very moved to hear your song "Birch Forest", and I would love to create a sand painting for your song. I don't know if I can get your help to use this work to participate in next month's competition. ”

Yuan Yue nodded approvingly, this song is very poignant and moving, if it can be turned into a wonderful sand painting story, it will definitely be very touching. This is the story that Mr. Zheng Xiong said can touch people's hearts!

"Are you sure you want to use my piece for the competition? Don't make an impulsive choice as soon as you hear it, feel very moved, and make an impulsive choice. I watched your performance of "Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter" in the evening, and it was wonderful. Why don't you take that entry into the competition? ”

"I was going to take that entry." Wen Shasha admittedly said: "But after seeing it tonight, the seniors who played sand painting gave an evaluation that the work was too long, and it was a bit too ethereal, and it was not suitable for the competition." I need a moving story, a moving piece of music, and a moving piece to compete. When I first heard you sing this song, my mind was full of very vivid pictures - the quiet birch forest, the hazy sky, the white doves flying under the flames of war, and the woman watching love...... If this can be made into a sand painting, it will be very exciting! The content carried in this song is thick enough to make people think deeply and think from the heart. This theme of love and peace is perfect for the competition. ”

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[Kneel and beg for recommendation votes! ] 】

[PS: I don't want to see the so-called post in the book review area that you don't subscribe to writing lyrics after they are put on the shelves, if you don't want to read the lyrics, you can stop reading them now.] I'm sure I'll still write lyrics when I put it on the shelves. This is a novel that revolves around classic musical works, and the core of what I write is musical works. I hope that while reading this novel, everyone can understand more about the creative process of the classic work and the artistic conception of the song. All the plots I write are in the service of songs, what do I write when I don't write songs? 】

[This novel will be on the shelves after 460,000 words, the free public part has written 10 tens of thousands of words more than the average VIP work, and the lyrics of a song are only one or two hundred words, and the public part I wrote is enough to cover the lyrics of hundreds of songs, so don't feel as if I am taking advantage of you with lyrics. Isn't it interesting to make this little calculation? This novel has been on the shelves for a long time, but I haven't been on the shelves, and one of the considerations is that I hope to write more free chapters and save people from being talked about. But there are still people who make irresponsible comments. Why can't some people be more tolerant? Why can't we think about it from someone else's point of view? Just look at your own income, not the author's contribution, is that okay? 】

[The reason why I have to write lyrics is because when I write each song, I am listening to the song on a loop, and I rely on figuring out these lyrics to generate feelings and divergent thinking. The words that appear before and after the lyrics are all closely related to the song and the plot, I don't write the lyrics, just write those words, I can't read them myself, I don't feel it at all. So I have to write these lyrics. Personally, I recommend that when reading this novel, you should listen to the song so that you can appreciate what I had in mind when I wrote the text. 】

[Finally, let's say that this is a niche novel, a novel dedicated to music, and a novel that relies on songs to promote the plot, don't measure this novel by mainstream online works. I ask the main character to sing, not to sell songs, but to trigger more stories, so that when people read it, they can be touched by the music from the bottom of their hearts, please understand this. This style has been like this since the first chapter of the novel, and it will continue to be so until the last chapter. I hope you will support my creation, if anyone really can't accept this way of creation, and feel that it is too difficult to read, just click the fork, and don't say something that lowers emotional intelligence or is inflammatory, it's not interesting. 】

[The next chapter will be updated tomorrow afternoon.] 】