The rise of the country from the entertainment industry

Chapter 78 Let more people hear children's voices (please recommend, please follow up)
(This chapter recommends watching the MV of "Stop the War", friendly reminder, please watch it immersively)

Wang Xi rubbed her eyes in disbelief, always feeling that there was something wrong with her.

Teacher Xueqian and Teacher Jiang are indeed good friends. They didn’t make any announcements before releasing the song. This kind of self-confidence and self-willedness are really in the same line...

After adjusting the position of the earphones, Wang Xi was no longer as casual as before, and sat upright, and clicked on the song "The End of the War" with the mentality of "pilgrimage".

The prelude to the ear, the intermittent arpeggio of the piano mixed with the friction sound of the pencil writing on the paper, makes people calm down, and it is similar to the prelude style of "Hair Like Snow".

But at 23 seconds, when the drums, bass, and piano fell at the same time, Wang Xi's heart sank suddenly.

She inexplicably thought of a sentence in the post just now——

A gunshot broke the peace and quiet here and now.

【Light as light as paper】

【Where the light falls】

[The light is in a hurry as the applause dies down]

The ambiguous words, but the incomparable sentences and rhythms, combined with the simple piano loop and simple drum beats, made her body pass through like electricity.

HipHop is trendy and cool, but not just cynicism, the ditty combined with high-speed running can only make people feel uneasy and eager.

【She is singing about her unbearable injury, and the script is performing the last scene on stage】

[And the people of the whole village sat in their seats, quietly watching how the time abandoned this theater]

[The flames of war stained her tears, who is clamoring to eat candy in the wind]

[The lens dust at the beginning of this story has already blocked the sunlight]

[Fear is engraved on the faces of the children, the wheat field has fallen in the direction of the chariot passing by]

【The shape of the dandelion is drifting away, its desperate flight】

【She only sings about thinking, this song of ending the war】

This is the Shura field in the world, and the children here live in fear every day, and some even don't know what fear is.

The hail of bullets whizzed past my ears. Was it pieces of wheat seedlings or pieces of people who fell down?
Growth and accident, who knows which will come first?

[Lighting candles at night to break wars and chaos, sad songs spread thousands of miles, famine in hometown]

【Innocence stumbled on this road, she was cut by miscanthus】

The piano accompaniment full of sixteenth notes is tense and dark, and the exotic mode seems to tell the history of other countries, but in fact it is a problem that all human beings should face...

Wang Xi involuntarily let out a long sigh, full of confusion and helplessness, and depression filled her heart.

This is war...

【What is the shape of hope in the eyes of children】

【Do you wake up with bread for breakfast and a bowl of hot soup】

[The farmer was burned to the ground and the village, and finally took up the gun]

【But she gradually got used to it and gave up resistance】

When the children get up in the morning, can they have a bite of satisfying bread and a mouthful of hot soup?

No, for them in the war, it is a luxury to have enough to eat. They go to sleep and wake up every day with only the sound of guns and guns in their ears, and they are precarious.

What can they do as children?Just get used to it slowly and give up resistance...

【What is the shape of hope in the eyes of children】

[Whether there is a swing in the yard to swing, and there is sugar in the pocket]

[The light of the bayonet is polished by hatred, barbaric in the distance]

【But she is smiling and doesn't know panic】

Sugar in the kids' pockets and swings in the yard?

No, that was their most daring wish...

Don't they panic?
No, all they can do is die smiling...

The hope in the children's eyes is like the sunshine in the dark night, which finally goes out little by little.

[Fear is engraved on the faces of the children, the wheat field has fallen to the direction of the chariot, and the shape of the dandelion is floating]

【It flies in despair, she only sings about thinking, this song of ending the war】

The flower language and implication of dandelion are freedom, unstoppable love, strong self-confidence, and pure hope.

Because it will drift to every corner with the wind, it yearns for freedom, and it pursues freedom.

But in this desperate battlefield, life is like a dandelion floating around, and the so-called freedom is like a flower in a mirror, a moon in the water, water without a source, and a tree without roots. How can we talk about it?

[Candlelight is lit in the night, the sky is broken and the war is stopped, the sad song spreads thousands of miles, and the famine in the hometown is relieved]

【Innocence stumbled on this road, she was cut by miscanthus】

【What is the shape of hope in the eyes of children】

【Do you wake up with bread for breakfast and a bowl of hot soup】

[The farmer was burned to the ground and the village, and finally took up the gun]

【But she gradually got used to it and gave up resistance】

【What is the shape of hope in the eyes of children】

[Whether there is a swing in the yard to swing, and there is sugar in the pocket]

[The light of the bayonet is polished by hatred, barbaric in the distance]

【But she is smiling and doesn't know panic】

Why is there no passion or criticism in the lyrics, but there is a force of thought-provoking?

Because this is the lyrics that Jiang Li wrote with a livid face after seeing a piece of battlefield news.

In the news photos, those skinny children are surrounded by gunfire, and the numb smiles on their faces are so dazzling.

"My wish is world peace" is a slogan, but Jiang Li doesn't like to shout slogans, he wants to describe war from a child's perspective.

【Innocence stumbled on this road, she was cut by miscanthus】

【Innocence stumbled on this road, she was cut by miscanthus】

Why can such a sad scene be depicted with just the piano and simple drumbeats?
Because this is the melody that Lunzhou played dozens of times with red eyes after he had a deep understanding of the war and saw the skinny children with dull eyes.

Under the haze of war, their world is really only black and white.

When recording this song for the first time, the air in the recording studio seemed to freeze. Jiang Li had a sullen face with his arms folded, and the breathing in his throat was like the sound of a bellows about to burst.

Only by truly understanding war can one understand how cruel war is. Human life is like a mustard, and death is like a sickle.

At that time, no one cared about the pain of life. There were countless innocent corpses hidden behind those people, and they stood on this mountain overlooking the land shrouded in flames of war.

Shen Ling looked up at Jiang Li, this was the first time she saw such a silent and serious junior, it was like a volcano about to erupt.

Can make such lyrics and music, what did you see this time?

Under Jiang Li's stern aura, the rest of the people didn't dare to vent their anger until Lun Zhou came out of the room without saying a word, breaking the dull atmosphere at that time.

But when he met Jiang Li's eyes, he couldn't help but shed tears in front of everyone in an instant.

"Brother Jiang, I don't take any share of this song, I just ask you to make this song heard by more people." He bowed deeply to Jiang Li in silence.

"please."

　After reading a lot of battlefield news, my chest felt tight and my heart was blocked.

　　I have been writing for a long time, and I want to write a lot, but I always feel dissatisfied. I have never stopped sighing while writing this chapter.

　　If only my writing skills were strong enough, I could write what I want to write and express, but now it is really difficult.

　　I just hope that there will be less pain from war in the world.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)