It's like waking up one day and everyone is listening to Xie Chunhua.
This post-95 girl, younger than me, seems to have conquered everyone with only one guitar and one immature voice.
I can't find the right words to describe her and her music. Little melancholy, little novelty, freedom, self, it seems that they are not very accurate.
Real name is right and wrong, after 95. Teach yourself musical instruments, write songs, play the piano and sing, and sing everywhere. Studying at Zhejiang University of Technology, majoring in translation.
17 years old? Write the first song with a classical guitar.
19 years old? Officially began to create. Self-taught folk guitar, tambourine, ukulele, harmonica, organ and other musical instruments. My previous works were all composed, arranged, recorded and mixed by myself.
Twenty? With his self-made album "A Flowering Tree", he completed his first tour across half of China and eight cities in 20 days.
2 1 year? Release the first album "shuyun". The name of the album is taken from Dai Fugu's poem "Magnolia Crying Endlessly" in the Song Dynasty. The poem says: "Acacia is bitter, but it is like clouds. The seven words and eight words in the album, album design, calligraphy and illustration are all undertaken by Xie Chunhua alone.
Lend me
Lend me ten years.
Lend me the courage to escape from this world.
Lend me an oath I can say.
Lend me loneliness as if it were the first time I saw it.
Lend me the freshness of not being afraid of crushing.
Don't ask me if I am fierce and reckless tomorrow.
Lend me a beam of light to illuminate the darkness.
Lend me a smile as bright as spring
Lend me to kill mediocre feelings
With my indulgent sadness and crying.
Lend me a shock as before.
Lend me a comfortable morning and evening.
Look how time flies.
Lend me silence.
Anyway, don't ask, don't say.
And don't read it.
This song has the same name as Mr. Wang or Fan's Lend Me, but I think they are completely different. Poetry expresses the poet's feelings in his later years, simple and desolate without losing his passion. Chunhua's songs reveal stubbornness, truthfulness and courage in youth.
Listening to her songs, you will know that this post-95 girl has a surging heart and an impulse to the future and the unknown. Not afraid of crushing, unwilling to be mediocre.
She said in an interview: "I can be moved by the small details in my life. Then I'll write it in the song. "
She said: "Folk songs are not complaining, but telling."
I'm impressed. Her music always sings about life poetically and freely, and those seemingly peaceful but powerful things can always be heard in her voice like a trickle.
This song, you can't hear Faye Wong's ethereal moving, Chen's heroic Jianghu, and deliberate roar. She is more like a person who is not good at words. She used her loneliness to tell you the bravest story of her youth, which made you and your confusion clear.
Whose youth is not confused, in fact, we are all the same. In my twenties, when I can't see the future clearly, I often suddenly fall into a mood of not knowing what I want.
So it seems that we also need a formula to apply in our own lives. Some people may say that everyone should have their own way of life and should not blindly imitate or learn from it.
I don't totally agree. Why not try more? If you don't learn this formula, how do you know that this formula doesn't apply to you? Everyone's youth has one or several detours. Only by going through these detours will you find a road that suits you.
There was a time when I wanted to quit my job, escape from the impetuous reality, do what I wanted and live the life I wanted.
For example, being a full-time editor, for example, settling down to writing, for example, going for a walk in the distance. I have been thinking, if I switch to a newspaper or a new media editor, will I be happier? I don't need to face the urging of customers, do not need to make a lot of schedules, and don't need to read a lot of English? I often wonder, if I do nothing but concentrate on writing, can I write articles without racking my brains? Can you still write some classic explosions? I also want to follow my feelings, go for a walk in the distance, experience the lonely night and cross the turbulent river, so that I will become very profound and meaningful.
Later, I didn't resign, because I found that no newspaper or magazine wanted me to be a completely inexperienced rookie. Once I resigned, I couldn't pay the rent and ran away.
But I am glad that what I want to do has never stopped. If I can't work full-time, I will work part-time. If you can't write an article during the day, write it at night. I wrote more articles because others didn't like them. If you can't walk far, read more.
Lend me stubbornness and perseverance.
Lend me the courage not to be disappointed, lend me juvenile ignorance.
Borrow my dreams, borrow my heart, and never forget.
Lend me stubbornness, boldness and stubbornness
There are some imitations about the lyrics of this song in Netease Cloud, which I think is not bad.
@Sins:
Lend me money, lend me innocence.
Lend me a chance marriage that I won't be disappointed, and lend me a desert island that I haven't heard from.
Lend me to go to the horizon with lightning speed, lend me to change my heart with sadness and joy.
Borrow my leisurely Qingming and quiet cold nights, borrow my mature and childish transformation.
Lend me an innocent look and a happy face.
Lend me ten thousand years in a blink of an eye, lend me all the long nights' sleep.
Lend me my weak crown. I don't think I'm old.
@ Duanjiang Stack:
Lend me a bunch of flowers and two clouds.
Lend me three-point spring, lend me April willow and swallow.
Lend me five buckets of golden rice, six cabins and return to nature.
Lend me seven bright lights to light up my courage and everything I have to enter the WTO.
Lend me the heroic spirit of going to sea for nine days, lend me the spring breeze of ten days, summer flowers, autumn frost and winter snow.
Lend me a thousand words, lend me yesterday, lend me tomorrow, lend me a smile, lend me to cry forever.
@ Terminallyiil
Lend me your courage.
When I say goodbye to you, lend me a steady tone.
Lend me sleeping pills in the morning.
Lend me the breath in your ear.
Lend me the ignorance of the newborn and the ignorance of the teenager.
Lend me her face.
Lend me your tears for her.
Lend me eyes that are no longer red.
Lend me laughter and anger
Lend me a drink.
Wake up from my big dream
Lend me your past with her.
Lend me your thoughts and hers.
thank you
Lend me courage that does not belong to you.
If you don't know what you want and what you should do for a period of time and a few nights, then you can listen to Xie Chunhua and her Lend Me. You and your loss, confusion, longing, trekking, maybe you can get some impact.
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