[ Introduction to the singing film]
Jing M.Guo's musical novel "Lost in Tibet"
Where is your youth? Where is your dream?
In p>25, the great youth event burned warmly all summer.
Jing M.Guo, a young writer and cross-cultural music producer, publicly announced that
he would write a novel that can be sung and listened to.
This is a wonderful idea of integrating novels into music albums, which is a bold attempt by all is forgiven, a writer born in 198s.
[ Qu Mu Jie Shao]
October is an erosion erosion
Time dissolves exposed rocks. The rough surface of the class barge turned into foam and gradually disappeared. Day after day, the sunset erodes the young and surly rock outline, revealing the smooth and moist inside before adulthood. The tropic of cancer leads everyone back. The mistakes I made. Love that once failed. Once naive confession. Once ups and downs of sentimentality. Are all forgiven by God in an instant. The sound of youth is left, like a train in the middle of the night, heading for the next journey.
September is a long time
If happiness is too long. It will become a vague memory. So your face, your hands and your sweater are placed in different squares of the turntable. Everyone can only get fragmentary happiness. But can no longer spell a complete capital love. Memories of your smile can be dyed green all summer. But the season can't go back along the way.
August Ba is a scar.
Injured bodies always leave scars. I am not a healer as magical as time, and I can calm all the pain. Nor is he a great creator like God, who can open the infinite sky and you still miss him. Still worried about him. Still trapped in the windless forest he planted casually. But I want to take you to another happiness. Even if you can't cure your long and dark blindness, please let me be blind together. Even if I can't pull you out of the complicated and deep jungle, I will accompany you to watch the sky gradually clear.
July 7th is the date
Who did you meet? In the summer when the sun is flooding to white heat. The happiness of those probes is looming. I can't find the date that should appear. Just like I met you. In a long, long late summer. Phoenix flowers bloom all over every wall of the city. In a country where flowers are burning. The flowers are missing. The red flowers festering in the mud path of the huge rainy mountain road tell the monsoon that if I met you earlier.
June is the land of the mainland
Maybe no one has noticed it. Beyond the peaceful and prosperous continent, those silent islands. There are four seasons on the island. The vegetation on the mainland is withered and glorious. Those secrets across the distant ocean, even the monsoon from south to north can not be delivered. The recipient's address is unknown. The handwriting is scrawled. Overweight. But it will never be that there is no such person. This man is the clearest existence in the depths of the chest. His name is a whole continent on the surface of the heart. The islands are getting closer. But it will never land.
May Wu is a dancing dance
All love is like this. Countless details piled up into a quiet side face. The little speck of mud you left on the corner of your clothes, a fairy tale floats in your smile, and the music in the headset points directly at the Big Dipper. Ferris wheel Playground. Rising fireworks and falling sunsets. Boys' clean white shirts and girls' long hair tied up. Those warm sunlight slowly flowed along the lines of the years, turned into mercury, and penetrated into every crevice and line of the heart. Eventually solidified into a thousand mirrors. Reflect a thousand of you dancing to the sound.
April Si is a sacrifice
Do you think I am a fool after all? April winds are softened in the air by spring. Semi-liquid through the blooming city. I bought breakfast for you and copied your notes. Sitting in a daze downstairs in your house. Are all the fools in their mouths stupid? Am I the stupid one? Sunlight cuts into the room along the window. The wind lifted the curtains. The warm light is crawling up your quiet and sleeping face.
March 3rd is scattered
scattered all over the floor. Is it a kiss hidden in your mouth? According to Peter Pan's fairy tales, those kisses hidden in the corners of the mouth are all sweet candy. So who can tell me which clown with a hat is selling in the playground? I want to buy a big can. Then. Then I'll switch with you. But blood and bones. Nerves and skin. A thick sweater in a thick cotton coat. Obviously, they are two people with very high quality, or they are scattered when the monsoon blows.
February 2 is the second beginning of winter. Xiaoxue Heavy snow. Winter solstice. Slight cold Great cold. In the lonely winter when I can't meet the second lonely person. Walking alone, singing alone, shopping alone and watching the whole world carnival alone. People walked around the amusement park hand in hand. He is the only one for her. I am the only one for everyone. The world is full of chances for us to meet. But I never met you.
January 1st is the only one
The world once turned black and white. Now return to gorgeous colors. The world once lost its sound. Now I have you singing with me. Darkness covers the left hand at night. The left hand covers the right hand. Fingers that used to hold hands. Hands folded alone at night. The wind blows sand into a desert. You wait for me to meditate for ten years. You are a legend in the world. You are the only one in the world. You made me spend a whole picture of my youth. Used to find you.
1.9.8.7.6.5.4.3.2.1. He and her mystery. Start ...
[List of Songs]
January.
Narrator: Those things that happened in 1999 ...
Those things that happened in 1999
were like faded movies
weeds were burned by time endlessly
leaving the clear boy
and the sad girl
who used to be in the photo. No one remembers or asks
when they left
them. There are a few songs left over
We are standing in the turbulent sea of people
How many flowers we planted are still in bloom
I can't open my eyes
I can't open my heart
I can't open my eyes. N nineteen ninety-nine who stayed alone
I used to sing songs and watch the grass all over the hillside
In nineteen ninety-nine I can't open my eyes
In nineteen ninety-nine no one stayed
In nineteen ninety-nine my heart can't open
In nineteen ninety-nine who stayed alone
There were only a few weeds singing all over the hillside
...
...
My boy learned to spoil
I can't remember whose girl took off her blue hair band
She still cried when she saw the old movie
In nineteen ninet. I can't open my eyes
In nineteen ninety-nine, no one stays
In nineteen ninety-nine, my heart can't open
In nineteen ninety-nine, who stayed alone
once held hands and said that I would travel all my life
In nineteen ninety-nine. I can't open my eyes
In nineteen ninety-nine, no one stays
In nineteen ninety-nine, my heart can't open
In nineteen ninety-nine, who stays alone
Has this dream woken up
...
February.
Monologue: I remember she once said ...
I remember she once said
A person's world
The sound of flowers can be heard quietly
She also asked
How long will it take
before someone can understand her world?
February: crossword puzzle
Come back at dark, dawn and dusk, remember to unfold, fold and unfold again
Green light, red light, come back, the crowd is scattered and gathered, and scattered again
Who is like me, waiting quietly for how many dialogues I hear along the road, passing through a few rusty doorplates
How many blank crossword puzzles in my life are I born stupid and can't fill in
How many people are there in the future? I am born lonely and can't wait
How many kinds of I forgot my lines, but I couldn't open my mouth.
How many angels in heaven raised their heads and couldn't see their feathers falling.
What a surprise it was to meet someone in the sea of life.
At that time, Firefly lost in hide-and-seek for three or five years, and then came back.
Whoever gave me an ordinary favor and forgot to bury my smile stopped when I passed by.
How many blank crossword puzzles in life were born stupid and I couldn't fill in the future.
How many people have a kind of happiness? I'm born lonely and I can't wait.
How many kinds of dialogues are lonely? I forget my lines and I can't open my mouth.
How many angels in heaven can't see their feathers falling when they look up.
We wait for disappointment and wait again.
Come back in summer, winter and summer. After the phone is turned off, it won't open again.
In March.
Monologue: We should only be young ...
We should only have such a desperate love when we are young
And when we grow up
, we can't remember those
sleepless nights because of missing
March: between me and you
it's just his white shirt
it's cloudy. On the back of the test paper is your smiling face
The icebreaker is stranded in your dimple
Basalt is your expressionless side
Your eyes are like hiding in a museum
You can't finish visiting every day and night
You are happy on the left and stop on the right
Between you and me, it is the summer that never grows old
Clouds are above, and the blue sky is infinitely far away
Days.
I can't love it all my life
Lalala ...
I love monkeys making faces at the zoo
The botanical garden is quiet and you are silent
The amusement park and I are standing on the ferris wheel
You suddenly turn to smile and say that the angel is on the top
You are happy on the left and stop at the right
It is the summer that never grows old between you and me
The clouds are there. There is a love between the earth that I deeply hide in my heart
I can't love it all my life
Lala Lala ...
Lala Lala Lala [winter and summer]
Lala Lala Lala ...
Lala Lala Lala [love can last forever].
Lala Lala ...
You are in front of me, and the angel is behind me.
Between you and me, it is magic that lights up the Time Theater.
The performance on the stage is remarkable.
The happiness between the hands and feet turns into a candy.
It blurs my vision.
April.
Monologue: He has been asking ...
He has been asking
Is April Fool's Day my holiday
Sometimes we can deceive ourselves by blindfolding
The world is dark and safe
April: Fool
The prince in fairy tales smiles and doesn't talk
Is your prince me or him? I'm hiding in the corner.
Your prince should ride a white horse and smile at you.
You won't know that I told that joke. I'm a fool like me.
April Fool's Day is here again. Do you still laugh at me?
You always see your face when you follow an angel. However, in the past,
It was sunny and cloudy in winter and summer.
Paper planes were stacked one after another and filled with thoughts.
I didn't want the angel to land on it. P > The paper plane flew around and came back to the front
In the photo, your face is on the back of the mobile phone
You can't see the paper plane flying by you
Your light is dazzling
My ordinary is unremarkable
Wu Yue.
Monologue: Love is like candy ...
Love is like candy
It's scattered everywhere in the playground
Lights are shining and it will never close
May: Love Square
Your eyes are broken, your smile is like the sea
Windows and doors are open and you are waiting under the tree
The button of your school uniform is spoiled for you
You can't let go in your hand
.
You look at the sunset
like a burst of flowers
so you lean on your shoulder
Polaris is pointing in the wrong direction and wobbling
Staring at your face like this
Depicting the shape of happiness
Love Square doesn't close
Listening to your heart beat like a pendulum
Lights up and slowly walk onto the stage
Dependent on you. There are soft wings behind me
and my generous chest
and other movies are playing slowly, like time goes by
How can we get close to heaven
This is the playground of dreams, with lights shining
Just close your eyes and imagine
Guess this happy shape is played over and over again
Just lean on your shoulder
The North Star is also pointing in the wrong direction, wobbling
Staring at you like this.
Monologue: Words that can't be said ...
Words that can't be said
Stories that haven't been told
Let him forget it
June: He and she
watched him standing under the tree waiting for her, and hearing her coquetry and saying silly things to him
was like watching a movie, a happy and perfect fairy tale
. Suddenly say something stupid
I heard that he planted Bai Meihua for her
I heard that she had long hair for him
Why am I afraid, afraid of lonely years
How can I not struggle and struggle about him
Forget it, let her say something stupid
Remember that he likes to talk to green tea in summer
I talked to him late at night
He and he.