As soon as the nocturne sounded, he took the stage to accept the award.

Seven miles sounded, and the first love recalled.

The song "Qili Xiang" Zhou Dong quoted the poet Xi Murong's work "Qili Xiang" as the name, and the ghost genius Fang Wenshan had not yet immersed himself in Chinese style that year, so he creatively filled in the lyrics with poems.

said that he was composing lyrics,

It's better to write poetry.

So much so that many years later, it is still difficult to understand the lyrics of "Qili Xiang".

However, in fact, to some extent, the song "Seven Miles of Incense", which is written as a poem, is a work that does not need to be interpreted.

You don't read it,

You really get it.

At this moment,

The bonfire swayed in the courtyard, and the incessant sound of raindrops overhead became more and more restless.

Without warning,

The prelude sounded like this.

Wind

The sound of the wind coming through the valley crossing.

It instantly gives a sense of the emptiness of a valley and the freshness of being blown by the wind.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of a vibrator was heard, and then the standard instruments such as drums and guitars were mixed in, and it was a rainy night in early spring, but a refreshing coolness of summer was perfectly set off in this prelude.

The male and female guests around the courtyard were stunned.

This prelude.

and the song "Love You Who Love 105°C" just now is heaven and earth.

If the song just now is simple and outrageous, then the arrangement of the prelude to this song is complicated and outrageous.

The sound of the wind, the valley, the mystery, the elegance.

With a pleasant melody and a national style of orchestration and scales, it's hard to imagine that 30 seconds can be crammed into so much content.

Among the several female guests, South Korean singer Lee Ji-eun heard this unique prelude arrangement for the first time, and his eyes suddenly lit up, and his shining eyes stared at Mei Feng.

The netizens in the live broadcast room of "Singing and Love" were also stunned all of a sudden, and the barrage suddenly brushed like a waterfall after a short pause, and many netizens were shocked by the dazzling prelude of "Qili Xiang"!

"! What a story! ”

"If you want to be complicated, let's play with some complexity."

"This prelude is simply stunning! Who else said that my Feng Ge Meilang is exhausted! ”

“.”

Of course, there are also many hard-mouthed ones who are still brushing wildly on the barrage.

"Mei Feng's fans don't rush to shout, what can be heard in the prelude."

"That's it, can't the essence of this song be in the prelude, right?"

"I don't believe that he can come up with a song with a high degree of completion in such a short period of time."

“.”

Just when the barrage in the official live broadcast room was frantically swiping the screen.

Mei Feng in the middle of the courtyard spoke.

"The sparrow outside the window, with a mouthful on a telephone pole

When you say this, it feels like summer

The pencil in your hand, back and forth on the paper

I describe you in a few lines who you are to me"

Mei Feng held the microphone in his hand, closed his eyes slightly, and the lyrics seemed to linger in his mouth, and the unique "Mei-style" singing voice self-created sound finally reappeared in this seaside fisherman's courtyard on this rainy night after the stage of the Chinese New Year's Eve finals ended.

Outside the window, sparrows, telephone poles.

Pencil, juvenile, scribbled white paper

As if suddenly, the memory of that distant summer was awakened, the pencil in his hand scribbled wantonly on the manuscript paper, the room exuded the fragrance of gardenias, and the light breeze gently stirred the pale curtains.

Listening to the birdsong and the breeze, the fingertips plucked the strings, and the passing years twisted lightly between the fingers.

The warm light of the sunset, the wind is light and the clouds are light, and the sunset is accompanied by shadows.

Time and space are interspersed with passing years, and my eyes are full of your pictures.

Just listening to the first half of the main part of the song, with a few words, many people's minds can't help but feel as if they have taken a time machine, returning to the sunny and excessive summer of middle school outside the window many years ago.

Classroom, classroom, textbooks spread out in front of me, the rest of my eyes are like the strand of hair curled up in the girl's ear, turning to look out the window amid the sound of cicadas, a few sparrows, and the pencil in my hand scribbling back and forth on the white A4 paper

Suddenly, on a rainy night by the sea, a longing called first love flowed in the hearts of countless people, making many people inexplicably feel lost.

Even the previous waterfall-like barrage in the live broadcast room has suddenly become much less.

Netizens were silent.

The song was still wafting in the rainy night.

"The taste of saury, cats and you want to know

The fragrance of first love was found by us in this way

The warm sunshine was like a freshly picked strawberry

You said you couldn't bear to eat it."

The most amazing thing about the song is that as soon as the wind blows, as soon as the song sounds, countless people can unconsciously emerge the memories of their first love in their youth, love and be loved, as if they suddenly returned to the summer of more than ten years ago.

There are still a group of innocent and lovely people around me, life is still so carefree, and girls and boys are still the same as they used to like.

Saury, roadside cats, summer is so sunny that it's too sunny.

There is temperature, there is taste.

On the way home from school, the boy was in front and the girl was behind, keeping a green distance, and the girl held strawberry-flavored milk tea in her hand and sucked in small sips.

It seems that he is reluctant to drink it all, but it is more like he is reluctant to spend this time together.

As the lyrics say,

The scent of first love,

And so we found it.

The barrage in the live broadcast room suddenly rolled wildly again.

"Woooooooooooo There is sand in the eyes of the master. ”

"Wow! What a fast knife! What a cruel knife! ”

"Grass! Kill me, don't use the first love knife! ”

"! Lord's youth has gone far. ”

"Who said that my Feng brother Mei Lang is exhausted? Stand out! I still like the unruly look you guys just had. ”

"! As long as you guys are dancing, can't you just let him sing some saliva songs? ”

“.”

However, the trolls took the money.

After receiving the money, I have to work, so I can only type on the barrage.

"Are you selling feelings again? That's all there is to this song. ”

"Meifeng fans, don't blow it, I think this song is very flat, there are no ups and downs ()."

“.”

However, this barrage has just floated past the live broadcast room.

The next moment, I saw Mei Feng in the middle of the courtyard approaching the microphone, and the singing of the climax part drifted in the rainy night by the sea.

"It rained all night and my love overflowed like rain

The leaves in the yard are thick with my thoughts

A few words of right and wrong can't cool my enthusiasm

You appear on every page of my poems.

It rained all night and my love overflowed like rain

The ledge butterfly is like a beautiful chapter in a poem

I went on writing

Write loving you forever at the end of the poem

You are the only thing I want to know. ”

At that time, the sound of rain on the canopy overhead of the small courtyard by the sea was dripping.

And so on.

At this moment, as if the scalp was overpowered, everyone in the courtyard suddenly felt like goosebumps were crawling all over their bodies, and even Yang Lili among the four female guests were stunned.

Here and now, this is the scene.

King fried!

Real King Fried!

How could anyone write such beautiful and poetic lyrics.

There is a saying that "all scenery is love".

The lyrics of Mei Feng's climax are simply the most perfect confirmation of this sentence.

The night when the rain fell wildly, it was my gushing emotions for you.

The yard is full of fallen leaves, and that's the thick stack of my thoughts about you.

The butterfly that stopped on the windowsill is the swaying emotion in the love poem I gave you.

I love you, so everything I see is what I love you for.

It's a picturesque word!

In the love observation room of the program group, several special guests such as Mr. He Jiong were also stunned.

Don't talk about martial arts!

It's just not martial arts!

How can someone come up and ride their faces wide?

(End of chapter)