Performed by: Cao Fuga, Tang Zixing
Played: Under the Ginkgo Tree
This is a new song I learned in my spare time and love to hum, from the K-Friends Circle, and it's a beautiful lyrical song. Great for alto lovers, great for choruses.
But I chose to sing it as a solo to express its emotions, the beauty of the song's images and rhymes.
Of course, perhaps this song would have been better sung with an American voice, which would have conveyed the vibrato glissando effect better.
But I like to sing for real, and I think that for popular songs, using this kind of singing will make the emotion flow more naturally and more abundant, maybe it's a sense of self.
The lyrics are in the order of the four seasons, with "the wind is blowing from afar" as the lead line, and the colorful threads through the pearls, which cleverly describe the four beautiful images of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Each stanza adopts paragraph-heading prose, repeated superimposition, repeated rendering, just like the Book of Psalms, the text is as simple as a picture.
Lyrics The organic combination of scenery and narrative lyricism implicitly shows that under the ginkgo tree, several reminiscent fragments of a beautiful life, rhyming and evocative:
The wind came,
**We were under the ginkgo tree,
Feeling the warmth of spring in the romantic fragrance of flowers; feeling the warmth of summer in the green of growth; feeling the warmth of spring in the green of growth; feeling the warmth of summer in the green of growth. growing green to feel the enthusiasm of summer; in the pieces of falling yellow leaves, listen to the sound of autumn; in front of the branches that have experienced the wind and rain, feel the drum beat of winter ......
Ah, we are under the ginkgo tree to sing love
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Listen, the blue of the sky, the green of the water, the yellow of the apricot, the red of the maple, a beautiful picture beautiful in song ......
Sing, sing, sing. The wind's amorous feelings, the flower's fragrance, the rain's romance, the snow's ethereal spirit, all soft into their souls ......
The joys and dreams of youth, the vicissitudes of time and change, the emotions of the severance of the rolls and entanglements in this way in the soothing melody of the interpretation ......
I'm just like that, I'm just like that, I'm just like that. p>
I was so intoxicated by the morning of a summer vacation.