Chapter 238 Night in Ulaanbaatar
Inside the yurt.
The system prompt sounded suddenly, and all the memories about the song were retrieved.
The song was sung by Phoenix Legend in the program "Classic Chant and Spread", and the lyrics are completely based on "The Wine Will Come in" by Li Bai, a poet from the Tang Dynasty.
After the show aired, the song was well received.
The last time I got a song like this was "May I Live Longer".
Lin Zhixing rubbed his face, feeling a little distressed at the moment.
The poem "May people last forever" has been contacted by the Chinese education department and is intended to be included in the teaching materials. Now, the equally invincible poem "Will Enter the Wine" has been obtained.
How annoying it will be for my sons and daughters to take Chinese classes in the future!
"Today the teacher actually taught me lyrics written by my father..."
"It's so annoying. Tomorrow my father will write the lyrics again. It's so annoying. I have to recite the entire poem!"
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"well!"
Lin Zhixing sighed obediently. After all, he had lived the life he hated most. If he had children in the future, he would never let them learn music.
Because most of the music teaching materials are probably my own works.
"Oh Brother is here!"
The words of the female host in the yurt interrupted Lin Zhixing's thoughts.
"As expected of you, brother Ye, who is good at composing. You are the first singer to dare to challenge this yurt! Congratulations on getting the right to choose the order of the song competition!"
Looking at the female host giving a thumbs up, Lin Zhixing wanted to turn around and curse, "Which bastard pushed me in."
"Director Hao may have told you just now that before eating Mengcheng's special dishes, you need to recite poems to our Mengcheng friends and answer the questions correctly. If you lose, you will be punished with a small amount of kumiss."
Lin Zhixing glanced at the special meat on the table. He was really hungry now and swallowed, "Okay, no problem."
"Let me introduce you!"
The female host pointed to the three old men in hooded clothes beside her and introduced: "They are the three famous talents in our Mengcheng city. They are very talented in writing and writing."
"The talents in Mengcheng are worth one stone. The three most talented men in Mengcheng have seven fights, and the rest are divided into three fights..."
Lin Zhixing was speechless listening to this introduction.
The program team is really good at playing. If he wins, Mengcheng Qidou will be too worthless.
"What if I win? Should I let them drink the wine?"
"Sure, we'll drink even if we lose."
The three most talented men in Mengcheng nodded in agreement, and the third one took the lead in asking a test question: "There are three masters in one township and two li. They don't know the five classics and six arts, and they dare to teach seven or eight or nine students. It's very bold."
When Lin Zhixing heard this test question, he felt relieved. This kind of pairing is not too difficult, but it just takes some time. After pondering for a moment, he gave his answer.
"In ten years of hard work, I traveled across nine miles and eight villages. I lost all my emotions and six desires and traveled all over the world. I earned three melons and two dates, which is hard to put into words!"
After listening to this couplet, the audience in the live broadcast room cried.
"I'm wiping away tears. Oh, Ye Ge must have observed my creation of this pair!"
"I didn't break my defense, I really didn't break my defense, wuwuwuwu..."
Some netizens also followed suit and wrote their own answers.
"I earned ninety-eight thousand, seven hundred and sixty-five yuan after ten years of hard work, and spent it all in one go after spending three days and two nights in the Four Seasons."
"Ten years of labor camp, nine years, eight months and seven days in prison. The child is six years old, five months and four days old. He looks like Lao Wang three-quarters and his mother two-quarters, but not like me at all!"
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"you win!"
The third of the three most talented men in Mengcheng gave a thumbs up and drank the kumiss in the cup.
The second among the three talented men then said his topic, "In the picture, the dragon does not roar and the tiger does not roar, the little book boy is ridiculous!"
"This is so difficult! It's not a comparison, there are no rules!"
Not only Lin Zhixing was silent, but netizens were also silent after hearing this topic.
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"Okay, two minutes have passed, and there is still one minute left..."
"Thirty seconds left..."
"Ten seconds..."
Lin Zhixing raised his hand to interrupt and replied with a frown on his face: "In the alley, men don't speak and women don't speak. They just walk around with one look in their eyes!"
After hearing this pairing, the audience in the live broadcast room burst into laughter.
"Just tell me whether it's right or not!"
"Six, for a pair, it's about being inferior to superior!"
"I was lucky enough to watch the live broadcast. The official version will definitely be edited out, hahaha!"
"I'll make up for it, Brother Ye. In the station, the men were crying and the women were making trouble. A group of police officers were laughing while writing."
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"you win!"
The second of the three talented men reluctantly drank the wine from the glass, pointed to the big table full of wine and said: "If this little brother can beat our eldest brother, we will drink all the wine on the table. "
"We use wine as poetry. If you write a poem better than mine within ten minutes, you will pass!"
There is an example of the second child suffering a loss. The eldest of the three talented men added a "quality" condition, pointed to the wine in the glass and recited a poem.
"Let's borrow two ounces of ink from the human world, and one ounce will succeed and the other will pass."
"Borrow another jug of wine from this world and drink up all the sorrows of this world."
"I advise you not to worry about worldly things. A clear conscience brings you many good things."
"good!"
The female host took the lead in applauding, and the audience in the live broadcast room also gave praise.
"As expected of the eldest of the three great talents in Mengcheng, the writing is very good, but it is a bit difficult to perform beyond this on the spot!"
"A longer time is fine, but the ten-minute time limit is too short. It seems that Brother Ye is done with this glass of wine!"
"Don't judge with normal thinking. He is the man who wrote "May Life Last". Everyone must believe in him!"
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That's it?
If Lin Zhixing hadn't been able to deal with him, I really wouldn't have wanted to bombard the mosquitoes with the cannon of "Jian Jin Jiu".
Ten minutes was still long, and Lin Zhixing sat at the small table and tasted the local specialty meat first.
"Are you giving up? Or are you thinking while eating?"
"I feel like I'm eating at such a speed that I don't have time to think."
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When there was one minute left on the clock, Lin Zhixing wiped his oily hands and mouth, stood up from his seat, and recited poetry as he walked.
"If you are happy in life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon."
"I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent."
Each sentence took two steps. On the sixth step, Lin Zhixing came to the table filled with kumiss, picked up a glass, and pointed with his finger.
"If you enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time."
After saying that, he drank the wine in the glass.
The three great talents in Mengcheng looked at each other, and they were all dumbfounded. As soon as this poem came out, it was like a dimensionality reduction blow, and there was no comparison at all.
After the audience in the live broadcast room heard this poem, the barrage exploded.
"This poem is really amazing. It's bold and majestic. You can savor the words carefully! Is this guy really a hexagonal warrior?"
"Good guy, I just entered the live broadcast room, oh brother, did you write a poem in six steps?"
"The three most talented men in Mengcheng? They are just the threshold to meet Brother Ye!"
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After the recording ended, both waves of people walked out of the yurt.
"Quickly, hold on to Teacher Wang Feng, don't fall!"
Mao Nan and Dong Chen held Wang Feng on each other's side. Wang Feng's face was as red as a monkey's ass, and he was still yelling that he was not drunk and he continued to drink.
The singers were all stunned when they looked at the people coming out of the yurt that Lin Zhixing entered.
I saw Lin Zhixing holding a toothpick in his mouth and not a trace of drunkenness. On the contrary, several men from Mengcheng behind him were walking unsteadily.
"How did he do that……"
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Under the starry night sky.
The bright moonlight shines on the vast grassland, illuminating those yurts standing quietly. The singers sat around the bonfire, talking and laughing while recording the night talk of "Singing the World".
"If you are happy in life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon."
Dong Chen looked at the moon and chanted loudly: "Brother Lin, this poem you wrote is really amazing. My heart is so excited now that I want to hug you to sleep!"
All the singers laughed. When they saw on the Internet that Lin Zhixing singled out the three most talented men in Mengcheng today, and also composed such excellent poems, they were all very impressed.
Deng Xiaoyu pointed to the phone and said: "I don't know if you have seen it, but the people from the Writers Association all praised this poem on Weibo, and they also hope that Brother Ye will write a complete version as soon as possible!"
As the person involved, Lin Zhixing was not interested in their topic. Holding his chin, he was deeply attracted by the night grassland.
Ulaanbaatar at night is more like a profound painting.
The endless grassland as far as the eye can see seems to have turned into a road stretching into the distance, leading to the depths of dreams. The night wind blows gently, bringing with it the breath of the grassland and the accumulation of history, making people unable to help but be immersed in it.
【Ding! 】
[The scene has been triggered! 】
[Congratulations to the host for winning the song "Night in Ulaanbaatar"! 】
The system prompt sounded suddenly, and all the memories about the song were retrieved.
"Ulaanbaatar Nights" was originally sung by Smile Band from Mengcheng, which was first sung in 1985. Later, musician Zuo Xiaoshu added Chinese lyrics and changed the name to "Night in Ulaanbaatar".
This song has become popular all over the Internet, and many singers have covered the song. Lin Zhixing prefers the versions of "Tan Weiwei" and "Dan Zheng and his son".
Tan Weiwei's version is a strong yearning that touches the heart and makes people burst into tears. The version of Danzheng's mother and son is a kind of later nostalgia, as if talking to relatives in heaven, relieved to miss, and makes people feel peaceful.
In this situation, I can get this song.
Lin Zhixing felt very lucky and couldn't help humming softly.
Although Wang Feng, who was sitting next to him, had slept for several hours after being drunk, he had not completely sobered up. When he saw Lin Zhixing humming a song, he suddenly had the idea to embarrass him.
"Everyone, keep your voices down, Xiaolin is creating now!"
Wang Feng's sudden voice made everyone quiet for an instant, and their eyes focused on Lin Zhixing.
"You...what a disservice to you!"
Lin Zhixing glanced at Wang Feng, cursing in his mind that he was provoking you by admiring the night view.
Wang Feng asked with a smile: "Xiao Lin, my guess is correct, right? In this situation, you are inspired again, right?"
Okay, okay, let’s take a look at what you want to see!
Lin Zhixing patted Dong Chen beside him and pointed to the RV behind him, "Help me get the guitar!"
"Wow, are you really going to improvise?"
The audience in the live broadcast room was very excited to hear another song.
Two minutes later, Dong Chen ran out of the RV and handed the guitar in his hand to Lin Zhixing.
Everyone's eyes were on him, and even Wang Feng was a little more awake now, curious about his improvisational ability.
I saw Lin Zhixing strumming the strings and tuning the instrument unhurriedly. With his absolute sense of pitch, he was literally a human-shaped tuner.
After adjusting the strings, Lin Zhixing played a few chords from memory, then looked at the picture of the night and slowly sang.
"The wind blowing through the wilderness, please walk slower"
"I tell you with silence that I am drunk"
“The nights in Ulaanbaatar are so quiet”
"I can't even hear the wind."
In this night, Lin Zhixing's singing emotion flows quietly like a trickling river, and you can feel the faint sadness in the song.
The word "admiration" was written on the faces of all the singers.
The lyrics all have "Ulaanbaatar night" in them, so there is no doubt that they are improvisations!
Just four lines of lyrics made Wang Feng wake up instantly. Co-writing gave him the opportunity to show off in front of the camera. What a bad mouth he had!
"Is Brother Lin so good at improvisation?"
Deng Xiaoyu and Mao Nan had admiration on their faces, and they took out their mobile phones and started recording like they were obsessed with each other.
Although Lin Zhixing's folk singing is not A-level, his level has already made a qualitative leap due to the crazy improvement of his singing mood at this stage.
The audience in the live broadcast room was moved by the song, and the barrage received rave reviews.
"The most original, true, and direct voice that touches the soul! Healing, baptism, missing..."
"This pure voice is washing away my heart that is filled with greed, anger, ignorance, and materialistic desires!"
"This song makes me feel like a song should be like this. There is no technique, just comfort and calmness. It feels like sleeping on the grassland with the wind blowing in your ears."
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"Clouds floating in the sky, please walk slower"
"I tell you by running that I won't look back."
“The night in Ulaanbaatar is so close”
“Even Yun doesn’t know whether he knows or not.”
The singers sitting around the campfire clapped along with the singing and became part of it unknowingly.
Lin Zhixing pressed the strings tightly at the right time, and the sound suddenly stopped.
This unfinished feeling makes people sink, and the excellent songs drive the emotions of the audience.
"On the night of Ulaanbaatar, China has lost more than 100 years, alas!"
"This song makes me miss my mother. I'm 34 and my mother is 23. She should be married too."
"When I finish paying off my debt, I must go to the grassland, sit there in the dead of night, and tell all the grievances I have suffered over the past few years!"
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"good!"
"Brother Lin, you are so cool, you are a role model for us to follow!"
The singers applauded Lin Zhixing's performance just now.
They felt a little ashamed at the moment. They were both singers, and while they were chatting, they had composed songs for others. No wonder the status gap was getting further and further apart.
"What's the name of the song?"
"Let's call it "Night in Ulaanbaatar"!"
Wang Feng changed his way of thinking and suddenly felt very grateful that he had just given Lin Zhixing a chance to show his face.
After using this song, he will have more chances tomorrow. Otherwise, as soon as this hometown-flavored song comes out, the Montreal audience will vote for him again.
"Pigeon!"
Lin Zhixing suddenly wanted to take a walk, so he stood up and patted Song Ge on the shoulder.
The two left the camera. Lin Zhixing held Song Ge's hand and walked on the grassland, enjoying the quiet night and romantic atmosphere.