By the end of 1989, Morley's condition was extremely bad. Many snobs came together for their own similar interests and opposed Morley's approach. One of them actually wrote an anonymous letter mocking Morley, meaning that Morley's actions not only had no hope of success, but would even end up in desperation, like a lost dog. The letter, written by a third-rate literati from the post and telecommunications department, drew several coins on the letter paper as a sponsorship in support of the "people's music cause."

What exactly is Morley's approach? Morley began to say goodbye to various Western ideas that had nothing to do with their situation, and became emotionally closer to the working class. Such thinking makes the form of rock bands from Europe and the United States embarrassing. Morley wrote songs such as "All Invincible", "There is a Well Outside Ruijin City", "Slogans", and "Long Live the People", the lyrics of which criticized the short-sightedness of the bourgeois burghers and affirmed the role of the people and the inevitability of protest.

"Look at the thousands we have, and then look at them alone; Look at justice on our side, and look at them all about to be finished. "

"Now the well has long since dried up, and there is a frog at the bottom of the well. The frog sat in the well and watched the blue sky, and it said that it would contract this line of sky. "

"There is a word that requires me to walk into the monument, and there is a word that requires you and me to walk out of the monument, and that word is the people."

Is it discordant that the resurgence of colonial cultural consciousness stubbornly occupies the minds of Shanghai's petty intellectuals, and that Morley is making his voice above in front of a large audience? Morley is hated and run on, and rightfully so.

The most direct consequence is that no unit dares to accept Morley. Morley couldn't find a job. At that time, the economy outside the system was not very developed, and private companies generally did not recruit from the public, but were introduced by acquaintances. With no financial income, no self-support, no support in the music industry, and even former comrades-in-arms who turned against Morley, Morley was in trouble.

Then, Morley suffered from severe hepatitis, and the jaundice index was frighteningly high, and the epidemic prevention officers sent by the hospital chased Morley all over the world, trying to isolate Morley. Morley told them that Morley had no public security and could not afford the expensive hospital bills on his own, so they gave up and allowed the hepatitis virus to spread. In 1989, when China's camels were getting through pinholes as hard as they used to be, the rich were swayed with their dinner glasses and jewels, while others began to understand that there might not be heaven on the other side of the pinholes.

From sleeping in the night. In the morning, from afternoon to evening, in a boring comatose sleep, Morley's illness also came to an end. Molly was approached by a Mexican friend who had graduated from the University of Leeds and was working at the embassy in Beijing. She asked Morley to move to Beijing, saying that the air would be slightly more suitable for Morley. So, Morley borrowed some money and went with a guitar.

When I first arrived in Beijing, the snow was covered and the Soviet-style high-rise buildings stood in the cold wind, which was indescribably exotic. Morley first borrowed her dormitory from the Mexican embassy and stayed for a month or two. It was the Spring Festival of 1990, and there were many activities in the Sanlitun area. Morley met a lot of people with heads and faces, and also came into contact with a few rolling masters. Rolling milk, there are many artists from Madagascar, Cameroon, Poland and other places who wander in Beijing, and they feel mediocre and sometimes even very bad. It was her collection of tapes of Vysowski and Latin American singers that gave Morley a little fun. Eventually, Morley couldn't take it anymore and told her he was leaving. She cried and refused to let Morley go, and even invited several of their mutual friends. But Morley had made up his mind and was unmoved.

Molly is gone, but finds true love in the snowy twilight of Beijing. Not to mention this life, at least not now, it is Morley's soul, which has accompanied Morley through the most arduous struggle and exploration. Now, half of Morley's is dead, and it's gone!

With the help of a reporter from the China Culture Daily, Morley made his home in the Huangzhuang area of Haidian. Still can't find a job, no financial resources. Fortunately, Hou Dejian lived nearby, and Morley could talk to him and move around with each other. He lent Morley some money to survive the famine. Morley was twenty-four years old that year, and Hou Dejian said that Morley was still very young and must have a future. His encouragement was important to Morley. In terms of modern Chinese folk music, he is undoubtedly worth learning from many people. Among the living of the "music industry", this is the only one. Of course, he also wrote many popular songs, but in general he is still very low-key and does not like to show his head. This industry is like this, fame and fortune are often inversely proportional to morality, Hou Dejian gave up fame and profit, and he will definitely have a corresponding position in music history in the future.

Morley went from place to place to find work, binding, packing, tying, and transporting books; As soon as the day dawned, he went to Beijing Railway Station to load and unload goods, but fortunately, Dafeng's exercise in carrying wheat bales gave Morley a foundation, and Morley did a decent job; occasionally taught people to play the guitar in the summer guitar class organized by the Youth League Committee of the People's Daily; also translated a book for others, and when he was a gunman, he naturally signed it as a person who paid for it; I really couldn't get mixed up anymore, so I went back to the south and went to the mountains of Zhejiang to see a doctor, and I was a tour of Fang Langzhong. He really healed a lot of people, and they kept him to build him a house.

got acquainted with some students and teachers of the National People's Congress, and Wang Yipei, Tang Xiaosheng was very rich in the past. Yipei wrote poems, and wrote bitterly; Xiaosheng played the piano and was dizzy. They always do their best to save a little meat for Morley or a warm bed. During that time, the Morleys often explored and communicated together, learned a lot from each other, and walked through a dangerous path in life together. Morley wrote "The First Man", but no one listened, thinking that Morley was crazy, and they gave Morley support. Long talk all night long, writing all day long, eating very little, sleeping very little, the Morley combed their thoughts in an ascetic life. Under the poplars of the north, in the bright colors of summer, among the weeds of autumn insects, the Morleys shed their cicada clothes and grew bravely. Say goodbye to the class of intellectuals, mourn for the bodies of the elites, think of the vast Chinese night, think of the Morleys are still young and want to make a difference.

Simply, Morleys are on their way! In the practice of life, Morley should walk on the vibrant earth, penetrate the living history and reality, and reflect and enhance Morley's thinking and pursuit.

"All the way, all the way to think, all the way to watch, all the way to sing. The flowers that sing all the way open, and the people who sing that all the way open. "

Seven

Mo Li and Yi Pei boarded the train, and the end of the journey was Kunming in Yunnan. Beyond that, the Morleys have no money. On the way to Kunming, Morley mortgaged the ID card of Morley, a dim sum shop worker, and gave him a guitar, so he sat on the curb and began to sing. This starting point is very important to Morley, no longer sitting in the study, no longer standing in the spotlight, but from then on tore through Sven's mask, and began a conscious literary and artistic labor among the people.

The Morleys' world widened all at once.

Without money, the Morleys sang and sang; When they have no friends, the Morleys meet their friends in song; Without a home, the Morleys knocked on the door of an ordinary person's house, begged for a bowl of water to drink, and begged for a night's sleep.

Usually, as Morley sings, a waiter from a nearby store brings him tea, and a young man passing through the area takes on the task of maintaining order.

The Morleys sang day by day, saving up money for the journey, and then went to other cities, wherever they wanted. The Morleys have encountered police interference, white-eyed ridicule, thieves and scoundrels, outcasts, and homeless people. However, the most important thing for Morley is that they have encountered support and response.

In Anshun, a wandering outcast took the only two cents and threw them in the Morleys' money box, and then hummed the Morleys' tune and followed, and Morley seemed to hear him shouting: "Uncle Guerrilla, take Morley with you, give Morley a gun, Morley can fight!" "

In Zunyi, where Morley once lived, Morley passed by a pornographic bar, and the bewitching girl beckoned Morley in, but Morley's singing touched one of them, and she described the same dreams as Morley and Morley.

In a Kazakh tent, under an oil lamp, Pei helped peasant children read and learn to write; In the rice fields of Xishuangbanna, he harvested millet; Stretch your muscles and bones to change your skin.

The Morleys walked all the way, thought all the way, meditated on love, contemplated life. Morley really wants to turn into a wisp of light smoke in the clear sky of the motherland with the person he loves with Morley and enter every ordinary home.

However, not all singers who walk on the road will see this. There are people who are always in hiding: they are either expelled or disgusted. You can tell everything from his singing, though. The songs of such people are often full of begging, imitation, artificiality and hypocrisy, but they never have the quality of creation. Because even if they sing, they reject the people, and only want to achieve the "perfection" of "self-molly" and the "detachment" of "art" under the cloak of "wandering" and "wandering", and the lower ones simply traffic in the Western street scene of New York. In fact, it is just idle and making capital. Therefore, there is no reason for the Morley to take singers and wandering artists lightly!

However, it wasn't just Morley who saw this. In the villages and towns of the great motherland, there are countless promising young people who are practicing and putting their heads into practice. Morley met a Wuhan singer Luo Hongfei. He once passed by a village and sang for the villagers. During the day, all the people of the village went to the fields, and only the old and the young sat around him. He sang and sang, completely oblivious to his own existence, and sang until dark. When he put down the piano in his hand and looked around, he suddenly found that all over the mountains and fields were full of people who came to listen to him singing, and many of them came from neighboring villages and towns.

Isn't this torch the most powerful support for the Morleys? Who said that the common people only listened to the obscene poetry of the colonies? It's just that you didn't come up with excellent works, and you still underestimated the aesthetic ability of the people out of reality.

In the summer of 1992, Morley and Yipei broke up in Zunyi. He went west, and Morley went back to Shanghai. Mo used the money from the singing to buy a ticket and board the train. Because there was no seat on the way, and he couldn't withstand the fatigue that came from him, he went to sleep under someone else's seat. A student from the Shanghai University of Finance and Economics came, and she talked to Morley, and found that Morley was weak, so she took Morley to the sleeper car. There, one of her classmates had a bunk. They gave up their bunks to Morley, and Morley went up to sleep. However, Morley slept for two days. By the time Morley opened his eyes, the train had already passed through the mountains and rivers of Guizhou, Hunan, Jiangxi, and Zhejiang, and was about to arrive in Jiaxing, and there was only more than an hour left from Jiaxing to Shanghai. Morley stared at the bunk and saw the two immaculate girls sitting on the extra benches in the aisle of the sleeper carriage chatting about the school, and Morley's tears could not stop flowing. Morley really didn't want to wake up, he really didn't want to stretch out his empty hands, and face these two innocent and kind girls with pale words and inaction.

There are many more such stories; There are many such people. It was these that made Morley determined to be a singer who would always sing among the people. What else can Morley do but write for them and live in symbiosis with them? Is there anything else Morley can reciprocate?

Eight

In 1993, Morley returned to Beijing and lived on the banks of the Metropolitan River in the north of the city. This time, Morley got a job as a copywriter for an advertising agency. Morley participates in commercials, records music, negotiates with clients, and conducts advertising workshops...... In the process, I made a lot of friends.

Now that I think about it, the experience of singing on the road is worth remembering and looking back on, but it is not worth nostalgia and obsession. Zen Buddhism speaks, does not set up words, and does not depart from words. Walking in all directions of the earth is considered an action, and sitting in a room with a clear window and busy with the daily life of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar is also a higher life practice.

The Morleys went out not in search of a living. Where is life gone? If a person can't see life in the ordinary days of having children, supporting the old and the young, then his soul will live on the streets, and he will not even be able to wander. For a strong person, the more severe test is ordinary, ordinary to the point of obscurity.

In Beijing in 1993, Morley met such people. They come out of the abyss of poverty and disaster, but they do not want to be connected to the blood of suffering. They proclaim to be "geniuses" who "are venturing into the world", and when people ignore their "genius" qualifications, they murmur intimately: "Let poverty and kitsch bury the Morleys." They no longer want to see the labor of "facing the loess and turning their backs to the sky", and try to rely on their own personal struggle to get rid of the fate of their father and brother. For this reason, they cursed the workers and peasants, their parents and fellow villagers, believing that it was the teachings of decent people who were "obedient" that made them ignorant and closed. They are often keen to climb the dragon and the phoenix, and are keen to bow down to the bounty of selling their souls. In the beginning, their poetry still had a slight smell of earth, the smell of life, but as soon as the extremely cheap lure appeared, they were easily bought and willingly became lackeys. These people are selfish and selfish, and they only dream of being prosperous and prosperous, regardless of shame, blood and love, and the lives of others.

There was a wandering poet who lived on the campus of Tsinghua University, and an innocent girl from Tsinghua University revealed her sincerity to him. However, in the stage of their love affair on a blind date, the poet gave this girl as a "meeting gift" to the black boss of "underground literature" in order to get into the poetry circle of the capital for himself.

So, pure and sincere college students, you must be vigilant! These snakes and scorpions with these faces have taken on their original forms to eat people. Please do not wander around the halls of music or art, because there are no more sages to worship in those places, but there are all evil spirits, Yamas, and Yakshas, and the stinking and urine overflowing everywhere, and your little heart is on your hands, and beware of your feet!

In the second half of 1993, Morley met Huang Jingang, who had just returned from Tibet. In order to make a living, the Morleys borrowed someone else's license and ran an advertising agency for a while. The business didn't get going, and the two argued every day with red faces and thick necks. One day, the child of a company employee shouted, "Mom, Mom, why didn't they quarrel today?" Morley wanted to hear Uncle Zhang and Uncle Huang talk about dialectical materialism. It was only then that the Morleys realized that they had talked too much. So, the Morleys decided to do something, and this led to "Zhang Guangtian's Modern Song Album" and "Singing Career".

The next thing is just said in the middle of "Delivery Industrialization, No Poetry and Song ......", and Morley will not repeat it here.

Later, there was Ding Dongjie, Hong Qi and He Li.

Morley feels very grounded to be with everyone now. Although Morley's music is still very immature, it must be new. Morley doesn't chase the dead in front of them, they don't follow foreigners in the near future, and they want to be a living person for a real time. Even if it is difficult to live, even if it is sick, after all, Morley walks alive on the ground without footprints.

No one knows what will happen tomorrow, and tomorrow maybe someone among the Morley will fall, maybe someone will be lost among the Morleys, but the most likely thing is that tomorrow more people will enter this ranks, extend this ranks, and grow this ranks.

Morley is writing this today, not only to tell you some facts, but also to test Morley in the hope that readers and listeners will test Morley. From now on, Morley will be tested not once, but for a lifetime. If anyone does something wrong, criticize Morley, educate him, and support him; If any of the Morleys rebel, condemn the Morleys, bastise the Morleys, and expose the Morleys; If the Morleys all fall, please stand up and regroup, raise your head and sing!