Zhang Jiaming opened the door with the key and found that his sister had returned home one step ahead of him, Zhang Jiali saw her brother holding a few magazines in his hand and asked, "Jiaming, the new magazine?" ”

"Well, the new "Pop Song." Zhang Jiaming waved the magazine in his hand and replied.

"Great, I'm worried about what song to sing in this show, Jiaming quickly bring it to my sister, I'll see if there is a good song for me." Zhang Jiali said.

"Sister, did you also sign up for this performance?" Zhang Jiaming handed the magazine to his sister and asked.

"I didn't want to participate, but then I heard that the TV station would come to record this performance, so my sister and I were interested." Zhang Jiali said as she flipped through the magazine.

Zhang Jiaming knew that his sister's biggest wish was to become a TV host in the future, and after a few years, his sister's wish was not disappointed, although she hosted a not very popular program, but her wish finally came true.

At this time, my mother also got off work, and pushed the door in with the vegetables she bought along the way, "Yo, my baby son and baby daughter are back from school, Jiaming, you feel comfortable with the new learning environment, right?" ”

"Mom, everything is fine!" Zhang Jiaming replied with a magazine in his hand.

Wang Chunling looked at the pair of children who were taller than herself, put down her backpack, and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner happily.

"Jiaming, this "Green Leaf's Affection for Roots" is a new song, right?" Zhang Jiali asked.

"Hmm!" Zhang Jiaming nodded.

So Zhang Jiali hummed the song quietly along with the score, and after humming it a few times, Zhang Jiali said: "At first glance, the lyrics of this song are very well written, but when sung it, it doesn't feel so good." ”

A new song is given to ten people to sing, there will be ten feelings, only really good singers will vividly interpret the true connotation of a new work, this "Green Leaves to the Root" has been sung by several singers before, but it has not been sung red, and after Mao Amin gave this song new vitality, the song "Green Leaves to the Root" was popular all over the country.

"Sister, in fact, this song is very lyrical and good, why don't I sing it to you?" Zhang Jiaming said.

"I'm listening, sister wants to hear what tricks you can sing!" Zhang Jiali said.

"This song should be sung like this!" Zhang Jiaming said, and began to use Mao Amin as a template to demonstrate the song to his sister, "Don't ask me where I'm going, my heart depends on you, don't ask me where I'm going, my love is holding you, I'm a green leaf of yours, my roots are in your land, and I bid farewell to you in the spring breeze......"

After Zhang Jiaming sang the song, Zhang Jiali clapped her hands happily and said, "Jiaming, I didn't expect this song to become so beautiful as soon as it came to your mouth!" I'll sing this song at this Teacher's Day art show.,When the time comes, it's on TV again.,Sister will definitely become an instant hit.,Maybe there will be people from music companies who ask me to record tapes.,Well,It will! ”

"Sister, you can't sing this song, it's already been sung for others." Zhang Jiaming poured a basin of cold water on his sister.

"You sing it yourself?"

"It's not!"

Zhang Jiali thought for a while and spoke again, "Is this song that Lin Na wants to sing?" ”

"Hmm!" Zhang Jiaming nodded.

"No! Zhang Jiaming, let me tell you, I want to sing this song, you ask Lin Na to change another song. ”

"I've discussed it with her today, and she will sing this song, how can I go back on her word!"

"Okay, you Zhang Jiaming, no matter what, it's still our sister and brother, you can't have a long tail and forget your mother after marrying a daughter-in-law!"

"Eh, it's a bad time, you're my sister!"

"Sister is better than mother!"

"Sister-in-law is better than mother, ok?"

"Mom! You don't care about your precious son, he twists his elbow outward! Zhang Jiali began to complain with a loud voice.

"Stop, stop!" Zhang Jiaming hurriedly made a pause gesture with his hand, "Sister, I just found another good song, and it will only sound better and more lyrical than that song!" ”

Zhang Jiaming handed over the July issue of "Pop Music" in his hand, Zhang Jiali took the letter in his hand suspiciously, looked at the title of the song and said: "You sing it for me first, and then I will make a decision whether to choose it or not!" ”

At this time, Wang Chunling heard her daughter shouting and came to the living room with the vegetables she was picking in her hand to see what was going on, and saw that her son was about to sing, Wang Chunling simply didn't pick the vegetables, sat on the sofa and waited for her son to show his singing voice.

"Mom, I want to say to you, the words come to my mouth and swallow, Mom, I want to smile at you, but there are tears in my eyes. Oh mom, mom by candlelight, your black hair is covered with frost......"

After listening to Zhang Jiaming sing this song, Wang Chunling said very movingly: "This song is really well written, and I am a little moved after listening to my son sing it." ”

Hearing her mother say this, Zhang Jiali immediately changed to a smiling face, "Jiaming, sister, I will sing this song." ”

"This is a new song, I guess you won't buy an accompaniment tape in the video store, sister, you just become proficient in playing the song, how about you play and sing on stage when the time comes?" Zhang Jiaming proposed.

"Well, that's a good idea!" Zhang Jiali happily took the songbook and began to practice on the electronic piano.

The song "Mother in the Candlelight" and "The Affection of Green Leaves for the Roots" were both composed by Gu Jianfen, and Zhang Jiaming also saw another new song "Singing and Smiling" in the magazine in August, this song is more suitable for chorus, Zhang Jiaming made up his mind to sing this song in the chorus of the first class of junior high school.

Eighty-seven years should be the prolific year of the famous composer Gu Jianfen, but the original singers of these songs did not sing them with the due taste, Zhang Jiaming remembered that the song "Mother in the Candlelight" was later sung by a female singer named Zhang Qiang, and "Singing and Smiling" was only interpreted as a classic by the CCTV Galaxy Youth Art Troupe two years later, it seems that a good singer is also very important to the circulation of a song.

Half an hour later, my sister Zhang Jiali has already played the song "Mother in the Candlelight" more proficiently, but when singing this song, she has never been able to reach the realm of voice and emotion, Zhang Jiaming gave her a few instructions, but Zhang Jiali has never been able to grasp the essentials.

In desperation, Zhang Jiaming pointed to his mother who was sitting on the sofa picking vegetables and said to his sister: "Sister, imagine in your mind that the mother sitting in front of you in a few years will be gray-haired, and you, as a daughter, want to sing a song to her to express your mother's kindness to her for so many years, what kind of mood will you have." ”

Wang Chunling didn't answer, and watched the young lady and brother rehearse the show with a smile while picking vegetables.

Zhang Jiali pondered for seven or eight minutes, and as her fingers danced on the keyboard, she began to sing the song "Mother in the Candlelight" affectionately, "Mom, I want to say to you, the words come to my mouth and swallow, Mom, I want to smile at you, but there are tears in my eyes." Oh mom, mom by candlelight, your black hair is covered with frost......"

After Zhang Jiaming's dialing, Zhang Jiali finally found a feeling, she sang very devotedly, and her eyes were a little red when she sang to the ** part, Zhang Jiaming noticed that her mother's action of picking vegetables was getting slower and slower.

"Mom, my daughter has grown up, and I don't want to take your clothes through the spring, summer, autumn and winter, oh Mom, believe me, my daughter has her own daughter's reward." As the last lyrics of this murmuring were sung, Zhang Jiali's tears flowed out, and her mother Wang Chunling kept wiping the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand.

A good work will always inadvertently touch people's hearts......

After being silent for a while, Wang Chunling asked Zhang Jiaming: "Son, what show are you going to perform this time?" ”

"Mom, I'm going to sing a song called 'White Birch Forest'," Zhang Jiaming replied.

"Sing it to your mother, is it okay to listen to it?" Wang Chunling said.

Zhang Jiaming nodded, he decided to sing Pu Shu's version of "White Birch Forest" to his mother, "The quiet village is drifting with white snow, pigeons are flying under the hazy sky, and the birch tree is engraved with two names......"

After singing a song, Zhang Jiaming asked, "Mom, do I sing well?" ”

Wang Chunling nodded and said: "I seem to have heard this song when I was in school before, this should be a Soviet song, but this song and lyrics are a little different from the song I heard at that time." But all in all, my son's song is very good, and my mother likes to listen to it! ”

As soon as Pu Shu's "White Birch Forest" came out, it caused a lot of controversy at the time, and there was a long debate about whether it was original or plagiarized, but today's mother said that this song should be borrowed from the Soviet song at least to a certain extent, but Zhang Jiaming feels that Pu Shu's song is better in lyricism.

"Play for a while and hurry up and do your homework, I'll eat when I'm ready." After picking the vegetables, my mother got up and went to the kitchen to cook.

Zhang Jiali said: "Jiaming, you sing so well, you might as well practice more in this area, you will definitely become a well-known singer in the future, my sister is optimistic about you!" ”

Zhang Jiaming replied with a smile: "My singing is just for entertainment, being a singer is exempt, my ambition is far more than this!" ”

"Cut!" Zhang Jiali glanced at Zhang Jiaming with contempt, and went back to her room with her schoolbag to do her homework.

If my ambition is told to you, you will despise me ten thousand times in your heart, and I will go back to the house to do my homework.