Since Jay Chou's comments on Chinese style lyrics entered the 2 1 century, with the rapid development of economy, culture has also undergone rapid changes, especially pop music. Jay Chou, as a singer at the turn of the new century and the old century, his music perfectly reflects the development trend of music in recent years. The biggest feature of his music is that there are the most Chinese-style music, which can be described as a perfect combination of classical and modern, and the Chinese-style lyrics written by vincent fang are becoming more and more popular.
Appreciation 1: a solitary lamp stands in front of the window, and I pretend you haven't left behind the door. The old place is more lonely, like revisiting the full moon. The candlelight that wakes up in the middle of the night can't bear to criticize me. A pot is floating in the sky, and it is difficult to enter the throat. After you left, the wine was hot, and I missed you. How can the water flow eastward? I missed the flowers once, but I missed them. Who is playing the answer directly with the pipa? Time is peeling off the wall. But now you haven't heard the faint piano sound waiting for me. Who will play a straight answer with the pipa again? Maple leaves will dye the ending of the story, and I will see through it. I'll take you across the ancient road outside the bamboo fence. Even separation is silent in the barren years.
-"Answer directly"
Yi Deng left sorrow, a pot fell, and a few words told endless loneliness and desolation. Thin thoughts, light that can't be stolen, heavy sorrow and bitter parting are all invading every faint passer-by in ancient and modern time and space. In particular, the word stolen light is used very well. The light flows away, and everything it takes away is irreversible, even if it is stolen, it can't be stolen back. A thief stole words, lost all the words and hid his thoughts.
In the endless helplessness of leaving sorrow and hating, on the desolate ancient road, a poet in a robe and jacket came with a thin and melancholy face. He is holding the hand of a woman wearing a floral cheongsam in front of an ancient desk. Perhaps, this is not love, this is a feeling of wandering, melancholy, trying to catch the light of the past ... I don't quite understand, but the word sadness will not change.
The light passed, and we missed too much. We can't catch it and we can't steal it back if we want to. Maybe it's someone who has already forgotten himself, or even his contact information. Jay Chou's lyrics evoke endless sadness.
Appreciation 2: I raise my glass and drink all the snow. Who knocked over the cupboard in previous lives, causing dust? The fate of the word has been repeated several times, and it can never be called back. Even if the long river of history turns to dust, I love it, and it is as prosperous as 3 thousand east water. I only take a spoonful of love, but I only love the butterfly you incarnate. You are as beautiful as snow. Shake hands with the person I touched by burning incense and invite the bright moon to remember. The bronze mirror reflects the innocence of ponytail. If you run wild, I will accompany you with wine in my life.
-"Hair as Snow"
It is in this lyric poem that the author uses a lot of allusions, such as Li Bai's "drinking"-"You don't see the mirror hall sad and bald, although the morning is dark, the night has turned into snow", Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi" and "Jiang Shenzi" (the hero's wife Wang died first and tasted this word to mourn).
Ten years of life and death, nothing to think about, unforgettable, lonely grave, nowhere to be desolate. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. Last night, I suddenly came home in my dream. Xiao Xuan was at the window, dressing up, caring for nothing but a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling. And "I only take a spoonful of love to understand that prosperity is like three thousand flowing waters"-> Jia Baoyu's love oath to Lin Daiyu 3.
It feels like watching an ink painting that has been touched for thousands of years. Everything is indifferent and elegant, without modification, but it can penetrate the heart in an instant. Melodious music and perfect voice make everyone seem to see my past lives. Fireworks in March, a misty town in Jiangnan water town, it was drizzling at night, and the music began with the sound of running water and dripping water from the eaves. The sound of rain is clear and vague, and it falls on the stale and melodious streets a thousand years ago and in the hearts of lovers a thousand years later. At the beginning of the song, such a trite atmosphere was created, like a legend, like a memory, and more like Li Qingzhao's "The Sound is Slow"-"Looking around, sad and sad, sad and miserable ..." There was a heartbreaking feeling of love and pain. The last paragraph "Lal ... the bronze mirror reflects innocence, ponytail ..." is the crowning touch of the whole song. I wonder if there is such a love that has been sung through the ages. If there is, I will comb my hair fluttering in the wind and tie it in a ponytail. You love me, simply love each other and be a fairy again. What an eternal song, which perfectly expresses the eternal love in previous lives.
Appreciation 3: Your tears are pale and hurt, the pale moon bends out the past, the night is too complicated and frosty, who is looking at the attic coldly, the rain is quietly beating the scarlet window, my life has been blown by the wind on the paper, my dream has turned into a wisp of fragrance in the distance, your face is scattered with the wind, chrysanthemums are scattered all over the floor, your smiling face is yellow, the flowers are heartbroken, my heart is dripping quietly, and the north wind is still young in the dead of night, you. The flowers have fallen all night, and the fate of the world is unbearable. I'm afraid you'll never get ashore. Whose mountains and rivers are howling, my uniform is roaring and vicissitudes of life, and you sigh softly when the sky is light, so tactfully all night.
-"Chrysanthemum Terrace"
This is a song about the general who went out to fight and his wife who stayed at home alone missing each other. The lyrics are euphemistic and touching, full of sadness. In ancient times, the methods of describing war were mostly described from the side, and the most common one was the dispersion between husband and wife. For example, there is a poem "funeral march" in the Tang Dynasty, which says, "I don't know how to worry in my boudoir, so I must go to a brothel in spring." Suddenly I saw the willow color on the head of a stranger and regretted teaching my husband to find a seal. "That is to say, this kind of divorce. But this "Chrysanthemum Terrace" is unique and magnificent, which makes people sigh.
1 paragraph describes a bleak night when a woman goes to the attic alone and the moon and men are right. In the second paragraph, the perspective changed and became a general's own opinion. Among them, the deep meaning of "dream in the distance, turning into a wisp of incense" is particularly developed, which shows the emotional implication of self-ideal and missing his wife incisively and vividly. The fourth paragraph, from a wife's point of view, is worried that her husband will be buried in the battlefield in this life and will not be able to come back to reunite with her. Therefore, there is a saying that "I'm afraid you can't get ashore". In the fifth paragraph, I turned around and expressed my inner worries to my husband (that is, the general). First, I'm worried that I can't make contributions, and second, I'm worried that I can't go back to my hometown and see my long-lost wife. These paragraphs all conjure up the perspectives of the wife and husband in extraordinary ways, continuously showing us such an emotional picture, and this "sad melancholy" actually made the couple spend a sleepless night together. Emotional expression is sincere and meaningful, with endless aftertaste. Write the flavor of China's classical poems in modern spoken language. The word "sorrow" is separated from the word "autumn", and "heart" is a portrayal of the scene by measuring words. "Don't worry about crossing the river in autumn, but your heart will split in two" is a classic sentence. In ancient poetry, "autumn" often means looking forward to reunion and leaving you alone, while "heart" is only a portrayal of his wife's reality, so the scene blends without trace. This word is a good sentence.
Appreciation 4: The blue and white strokes outlined by the embryo are heavy and light, and the peony depicted on the bottle is like your initial makeup. I know Ran Ran Sandalwood through the window, and the pen on the rice paper has been put aside by half. The charm of a lady's glaze is hidden, and your charming smile is in bud, and a ray of your beauty floats where I can't go. I'm waiting for you. The smoke from the kitchen is blowing across the river. I wrote Han Li on the bottom of the bottle. It's blue. I'm waiting for you. The moonlight is dizzy. For example, the blue-and-white porcelain handed down from generation to generation is beautiful, your eyes are smiling, and koi fish, with white flowers and blue flowers, is thinking of you when imitating the title of the Song Dynasty at the bottom of the bowl.
You are hiding in the secret of kiln burning for thousands of years. It's as if the embroidery needle landed, the banana outside the curtain caused a shower, and the knocker caused a patina, but I provoked you to walk through the Jiangnan town. In splash-ink landscape painting, you are hiding in the depths of ink, and I am waiting for you. Smoke from the kitchen rises across the river, and Han Li imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty at the bottom of the bottle. I sold it to meet you, and I was waiting for the rain. There is a smile in your eyes.
-"Blue and White Porcelain"
The rain outside the banana curtain is urgent, and the blue and white porcelain looks old. Those who are in ecstasy just don't want it.
In artistic conception, blue and white porcelain is like a misty rain landscape in the south of the Yangtze River. In the sentence of the paper, blue and white porcelain is a simple note written by a window with a beautiful pen end. The brushstroke is full of twists and turns, just because "the heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot inside"; In tune, blue and white porcelain seems to be a mountain spring and stream flowing quietly on rocks in the wind, clear, bright and winding. These three things are superimposed in one place. The blue-and-white porcelain of the Song Dynasty, as the name implies, is like the best celadon of "self-care beauty". It washes away the lead, is simple and elegant, and is fresh and smooth. The Chinese style of "Blue and White Porcelain" is particularly touching, with guzheng playing and crisp pipa gurgling. Vincent fang used a series of words such as "vegetarian embryo", "madam" and "Han Li" to describe the elegant demeanor of blue-and-white porcelain handed down from ancient times. Jay Chou's singing is gentle and simple, which is a bit of the embryonic form of Jiangnan opera. Wonderful lyrics and double ancient songs have formed a masterpiece.
One of the most touching words in blue and white porcelain, I thought it was the word "wait". A word "equal" sang a lot of helplessness and sighs. This class is waiting without looking, waiting for the afterlife, knowing that it can't wait, but just singing faintly, as if waiting for the sunrise every day; When you are waiting, you can look at the words, you can recite poems and draw pictures, you can enjoy flowers and play the piano, but you often don't forget the person waiting. Is it painful? No, "Blue and White Porcelain" sings so leisurely that the sadness that was originally full of parting can gradually fade away. I dare not ask for it, but what about love? All beings are suffering, and waiting is also a good mood. It is better to sell the encounter in this life, just to lay the groundwork for the reunion in the next life, so I can't help but suddenly remember. Even if we can't meet again, we should try to sell Dade's A Glimpse at a Glance. Who can hide Mount Fuji with love? So is blue and white porcelain.
At most, we can only look at the smoke from the kitchen in the south of the Yangtze River from a distance across the Qian Shan, and miss the faint back in our memory silently across the vast sea of hermits, just as we quietly watch the blue and white porcelain pass through many history and pass on the calm beauty from generation to generation. The rain outside the banana curtain is urgent and the light is fast; Blue-and-white porcelain looks ancient, but I am the only one who insists on going on. Your beauty is permanently fixed in the blue-and-white porcelain that never fades. You can appreciate it, ponder it, or watch it.