Singing with the Heart of Heaven
Singing with the Heart of Heaven
--Review of Du Xiaoyan's Lyrics
The Zeng Zubiao
This is a lyricist who was born as a railroad worker, and this is a singer who has gone through trials and tribulations, This is a tireless singer who has undergone trials and tribulations and has become a self-taught artist. When I read Du Xiaoyan's four collections of lyrics, my mind was blown. Thus, a railroad worker's hymn rang in my ears: "May your chest be loaded with a sun / May your shoulders carry a mountain beam / You have the guts to open up the road / You have the will to go in all directions / The road of life is ninety-nine / All the way to sing all the way / No matter whether the world is cold or cool / The man's heart is always hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot." The Du Xiaoyan in front of us is not exactly the manly man on the railroad front who always rolls hot in his heart when he meets a mountain and builds a bridge when he meets water!
Easy footsteps, often seem superficial and lack of; heavy footsteps, in order to leave a deep and solid footprints. Du Xiaoyan was born in Yuncheng County, Shandong Province, a poor farmer's family, due to the number of siblings, coupled with the early death of his parents, only seven years of school was forced to drop out of school to work. Later enlisted in the army as a railroad soldier, in 1984 the integration of troops, with the railroad soldiers to work collectively, continue to do railroad work. Over the past twenty years, he has been around the country, and has done road construction, track laying, bridging, train drivers, secretarial work and so on. In practice, he y understands the importance of scientific and cultural knowledge. So, no matter where the railroad is repaired, no matter how harsh the environment, how difficult the conditions, always insist on self-study, insist on writing, full of love for life and the search for truth, goodness and beauty. Du Xiaoyan's efforts were warmly encouraged by the old poet Zang Kejia. Perhaps song is the best way to express the feelings of the heart, Du Xiaoyan eventually took up his muse and turned his footing to songwriting. He incorporated the sound of wind, rain, and sirens into his works; he injected sweat, tears, and blood into his words; diligence was the pen, perseverance was the ink, and he splashed his heart out in the bottom color of his persistent pursuit of art. In addition to thousands of press releases, more than 600 pieces of lyrics have been published, carrying the author's pursuits and aspirations. Among them, "Singing the Motherland" and "Very Sweet" have been broadcasted on central and provincial TV stations. Following the publication of the lyrics collection "Swinging Boat in the Sea of Heart", "Blessing in the Heart" and "Emotional Home", the fourth lyrics collection "Green Plum and Bamboo" is going to be printed again. This is accompanied by celestial music, singing from the bottom of the heart, knowledge changes destiny, the flowers of success always belong to the strong. 2005 "June 1" Children's Day, Yanzhou People's Radio was invited to introduce to the youth of self-education and success. Du Xiaoyan's passionate and tearful introduction touched the hearts of many listeners. Especially some teenagers, while full of respect, felt guilty for not studying hard because of their own favorable conditions. For creation, Du Xiaoyan said: dry railroad is my profession, write lyrics is my hobby; the former is the need of life, the latter is the thirst of the soul. So, he sang both the richness of the railroad workers, but also the pursuit of their own life, both singing the great river going east, but also singing the love of small bridges and flowing water.
Eulogize the selfless dedication of the railroad workers, sing the heroic spirit of the industrial army
Gorky said: "People who love life love to sing." Railroad connects dreams, labor creates the world, as a railroad worker born lyricist Du Xiaoyan, he put the responsibility of singing railroad workers high above his head. In his works, I heard the voice that I wanted to hear for a long time but could not, which is the voice of the working class, which is the oath of the industrial army.
The snow in the northern part of the country can't seal the fire in the heart/the rain in the southern part of the country can't wash away the smile of happiness/paving the road in the weed-infested Gobi/building bridges on the steep cliffs/how many times do the thorns cut through the feet/how many times do the mosquitoes bite and sting/the difficulties can't scare the roadbuilders out of their guts/the heavy responsibilities can't bend the waist of the roadbuilders/the roofs of the tents that the wind and the rain have washed away/how much is it like the roadbuilders to silently work for their own sake? It's like a portrait of the road builder's silent dedication.
The lyrics of this song are frank and straightforward, read as a passionate poem and sung as a battle song. It reflects the pursuit of the railroad workers, hard work, simplicity, hard work, courage, perseverance, strength and wisdom of character. In today's song and dance, red wine and green, read this full of masculine atmosphere and overflowing hot sweat flavor of the text, not only make people sigh, but also make people surprised at the same time. In fact, the writing of poetry and lyrics is not important in itself, but the important thing is to use this literary carrier as a sword, as a weapon, to speak for the dear class, to serve our comrades. The author connects his own joys and sorrows with the sentiments of his fellow workers, and this kind of creation comes to the fore with a new significance. Read "The Style of Road Builders" again:
Don't say that we sweat more and earn less money/in fact, the value of our life is depicted in the extension of the track/don't say that we put out a great deal of strength and age too early/in fact, our ageless youth is melted into the colorful bridges that are built/sacrificing our small family has left behind the friendships, relatives, love and feelings of the townships/considering all of us have traveled over thousands of mountains, wildernesses and islands/mountains and opened up the road in order to achieve the grand goal of strengthening the country and enriching the people/that's what you are. This is the spirit of my road-building life.
Don't tell me that we have paid too much and got too little/In fact, the wealth we created surged into the spring tide of urban and rural construction/ Don't tell me that there is no glory in our ordinary posts/In fact, our glittering footprints are engraved with the pride of hard work and dedication/Walking on the small paths is attached to the thousands of villages and villages in the water towns and the borders/ Repairing the avenues has been tasted by the winds, rains, the sun, and the snow/ Building bridges over the water in order to achieve the grand goal of making the country strong and the people rich/ That's the true picture of your life as a road-builder. This is the true portrayal of my life as a road builder.
Labor is the hardest, labor is the most glorious. The lyrics not only describe the hardship, bitterness and pain of the railroad workers, but also depict the struggle, dedication and pride of the working class, fully reflecting the splendid and colorful combat life of the railroad workers and the wide and rich inner world. From this, one can hear both the loud and clear labor trumpet and the majestic marching song. Our road building army, it is in the hard work and the north and south of the war in the dedication of youth, will be their own sorrows and joys and **** and the national railroad cause is tightly linked together, so as to obtain the first value of life. It is because of the millions of industrial army crowd, the train of the times is rolling forward, from the closed to the open road, from poverty to affluence, from today to tomorrow. From this I think, why today there are so many young boys and girls do not go to worship model workers, do not go to worship heroes, do not go to worship scientists, but forget to worship singers, movie stars and comedians? We have to ask: these young boys and girls in the spiritual realm in the end in what place is lost?
Praise the party and the people's cultivation, sing the red child growth and progress
Du Xiaoyan prematurely lost both parents, but also lost the opportunity to go to school, which is unfortunate; however, he did not become a social outcast, the same thriving, which is his luck. Du Xiaoyan said fondly: "I grew up on relief food, grew up on relief clothes, grew up on the Party's sunshine and rain and the local government's meticulous care, the warmth of the socialist family so that I lost my father's love and mother's love of the farm children too early, from childhood on the life of unlimited desire and attachment to the motherland has produced incomparable love and admiration. " To this, the author, while y grateful, and took up his pen to sing for it. He sang in "You're so good": "You're so good you're so good/Heaven as high as the kindness I can not forget/You're so good you're so good/Sea as deep as the teaching I remember firmly/Cold time you give me the cold coat/Starvation time you give me the life of the warmth and food/Trouble time you give me a happy laughter/Stagnation time you encourage me to keep running forward/The Party ah have you I can Create beauty / Party ah have you I can embrace pride."
When you read his "I Am a Tree", the poetically beautiful language, you can't believe in any case that the work comes from the author who has only read for seven years:
To take root in the soil of your love is a kind of fulfillment/ To germinate in the sunshine of your love is a kind of happiness/ To blossom in the spring wind of your love is a kind of encouragement/ To bear fruit in the golden autumn of your love is a kind of maturity.
Motherland, I am a small tree that you take care of / no matter how much wind and rain I go through, I do not spend my years in vain / motherland, I am a green tree that you caress / greening the desert and embellishing the flourishing is my ambition.
Works image vivid, full of poetic, especially the heartfelt aria, conveying the author and the vast number of railroad workers perfect state of mind.
Creative practice makes Du Xiaoyan realize: "Lyrics creation is not a child's play, it is not like the production of brick billets, the production of a model can be produced up to no end. Lyrics creation is a complex and arduous mental labor, without a deep and unique feeling of life and literary merit, it is difficult to write a masterpiece." Yes, literature is a "sweet labor". The author's creative work has gone through the beginning of "y tempted", followed by "duck on the shelf", then "forced to the mountain", to today's "can not stop". "I can't stop writing" and so on. Over the past twenty years, the stormy years not only did not dissolve his love for the lyrics, on the contrary, with the passage of time, age and rich life experience, so that he has a more profound understanding of the creation. He wrote in "I chose a road", "In order to walk from yesterday to today / In order to walk from the small road to the big road / In order to have a good home for my destiny / I chose an arduous and long road / Using paper as a boat and a pen as a scull / Flying across that ocean of knowledge / With countless obstacles in the wind and rain and countless frustrations / I keep chasing after it in the river of the long years." Reading these lyrics, I naturally thought of Frost's poem "The Unchosen Path": "The yellow woods divide into two paths/It is a pity that I can't wade through them both/I stood there for a long time at the intersection/I looked toward one path with great eyes/Until it disappeared into the depths of the jungle/but I chose the other path/It is grassy and very quiet/It seems more inviting and beautiful/though on both paths/few travelers have been left behind. Though in these two paths / few travelers' footprints were left behind / Though the leaves were full of leaves that morning / Both paths were untainted by footprints / Ah, I left one path behind to see you again some other time / But I knew that the paths were endless / I was afraid that it would be difficult for me to return / Perhaps many years from now, in a certain place / I will sigh softly and look back on the past / In a grove of trees, there were two paths divided into two paths / And I chose the one that was even less traveled by people / From then on, I decided to decide on a path for the rest of my life. " The two works **** the same expression of a remorseless pursuit. In fact, no matter how stormy and bumpy the road of life, as long as you try to shine for the community, everyone has the opportunity to be the sun.
Lyric expression of homesickness and motherhood feelings, sing through the eternal true feelings of the human world
Poet Xu Gang pointed out that "there is a kind of feelings can be accompanied by a person until the end of the journey of life, and that is the hometown such as mother complex." The hometown is the starting point of life, the mother is the embodiment of truth, goodness and beauty, so throughout the ages has left countless masterpieces. Let's not talk about far away, just say Lu Xun's "Hometown", Shen Congwen's "Border Town", Bing Xin's "Where is My Home", Yu Qiūyu's "Where is the Countryside", how many people love to recite. As you can see from Du Xiaoyan's creations, "hometown and mother" is also a theme he often patronizes.
Family is the cell of society, family is the warm harbor, family is the cradle of growth. However, many people have to leave their hometowns and go far away from home, perhaps for reasons of education, work, or livelihood. The sun rises and the moon sets, winter and spring, all the way. Thus, missing their hometowns, holding on to their loved ones, and longing for reunion have become a bitter and sweet longing. As in "Going Home for the New Year":
New Year's Eve hasn't come yet/It's been a long time since I've set foot on my hometown path/New Year's Eve hasn't come yet/It's been a long time since I've been able to express my blessings to the smiling corners of my mouth/Worrying about delaying the day of departure/It's been a long time since I've booked a ticket for my hometown/Fearful of losing the heart of the preparations/With the bag of the preparation/It's not even here yet/Not yet in the mind of my loved ones in my hometown.
The New Year has come/the anguish of separation has been melted away by the strong accent of the countryside/the New Year has come/the fatigue of work has been driven away by the sweetness of the countryside/the fear of failing to live up to the expectations of friends and relatives/they will solemnly raise the glass of reunion high/the fear of forgetting the instructions of parents/the reverence of the calloused hands held more firmly/the New Year has come/the footsteps of life have set out on the road of the distant journey.
Whenever the festive season is doubly homesick, the work has both the expectation of going home, but also the happiness of reunion, painted a picture of the traveler's state of mind at this moment, calling people to reminisce. Yu Qiuyu points out: "One of the most important flavors of life is the profound interplay between the experience of a foreign land and the consciousness of one's hometown, and the complementarity between the desire to wander and the consciousness of returning to one's hometown. This flavor, cross-border and cross the ancient and modern, as a forever full of charm of life theory and let a person taste a smack" ("Where is the Countryside"). In fact, the travelers are in the home and home, home and away from home in the reciprocal, spoiled, rich and poor do not give up, pick up the back of the hometown and the desire for affection, so that the soul to get solace.
The first thing a traveler misses is his mother, because "the starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers, and even if they go farther, they always have a mother in mind" (Yu Qiuyu). Please read "Mom, I really want to cry for you":
Give me life and give me happiness/No matter how big you are, you will never forget to take care of me/No matter how big you are, you will never forget to take care of me/No matter how far you go, you will never forget to tell me.
The feet are too tired to walk but still caress me/the eyes are too tired to see but still show me the way/the ears are too tired to hear but still greet me/the spine is too tired to stand up straight but still take care of me.
I have never worn a decent dress in my life/I have lived a good life, but I am still so simple/I have poured out my love to my children and I still don't think that I have given them enough/Mother, I really want to cry for you!
Children are the continuation of their parents' lives. For the growth of their children, the mother suffered a thousand pains, suffered ten thousand difficulties, but also do not hesitate. Naturally, the mother has become the first mentor of life, words and deeds are let the children respect life. This reverence often festered into a kind of attachment and nostalgia. H?lderlin said in his poem "Homecoming - To My Loved Ones", "This is a hospitable gateway to home / It tempts one to penetrate into the hopeful distance." As a result, the soulful mother's love and nostalgia are splendidly transformed into a gorgeous mountain flower. From this, I can't help but think of the reality, some adults only focus on their own "comfort zone" and neglect their elderly parents. Could it be that their conscience has been drowned in the tide of commodities. Imagine, if a person even born and raised his parents do not love, he can still love his hometown, love folks, love the motherland, love the people?
Lamenting the wife's tenacity, singing through the love of the beauty of happiness
In the author in the practice of commenting on the most contact with nothing more than love lyrics, the most stirring is also nothing more than love lyrics. Ah! Man is a mountain, into your world is very beautiful; woman is water, flow to my heart is tears. Thus, I emotionally wrote "a rose that will never wither", "the vicissitudes of love and watchfulness", "footprints and ink walk together, love and fraternity embrace", "hold to the earth are love", "rain and wind but brilliant" and other lengthy reviews. At the same time, in other review articles, love is also often discussed as a topic. Nonetheless, it is still not enough to satisfy the needs of lyricists and readers, and it is even more difficult to satisfactorily answer all the questions involved in love life. Yes, the territory of love has too many miserable winds and storms, too many sorrows and joys. I have been thinking about this for a long time, and recently wrote down this insight in my creative notes: "The reason why works on the subject of love have emerged like a tidal wave in ancient and modern times and in foreign countries is that, in addition to the sweet and sour bitterness of love that everyone has to go through, the most fundamental reason is that love can be revived when it fails, and regenerated when it dies, and no master can exhaust the infinite charms of love songs. " This summary and expression, I wonder if it can decipher this phenomenon of love works? Similarly, Du Xiaoyan has written a large number of love lyrics in his compositions, and from the title of the collection of lyrics, "Green Plum and Bamboo Horses," one understands what the author has written.
Du Xiaoyan's love lyrics have a very clear goal, which is to take his wife as the lyrical object. Undoubtedly, husband and wife are partners in life and must treat each other sincerely. Guo Xiaochuan said, "A warrior has his own warrior's love, constantly innovating, new and beautiful as a picture." Bacon, on the other hand, pointed out, "All noble families always have an attraction to the joys of beauty." Of his wife, Du Xiaoyan said, "We share a bitter childhood experience, so we are united in love through thick and thin, and along the way we have climbed over the mountains of poverty and crossed the rivers of trouble, and we have walked hand in hand into the Garden of Eden, which is not rich but is also full of joy, peace, and happiness. Many of my love lyrics are the embodiment of her beauty, kindness and hard work." No wonder some people say: railroad workers love their wives the most. I think it makes sense, railroad workers pave roads and bridges far away from home, less time to reunite with their wives, more time to separate, the burden of family life are to be carried by the wife alone. May I ask, which railroad workers do not love their wives, do not thank their wives? Please read "Road Builder's Wife "OK"":
In the small stage of my life/there is a role-playing very lovely/no one celebrates and applauds for her/the land of the heart is still the world of flowers/all these years of work outside/family repertoire is all rehearsed by her/the old man's smile is reflected in her glory/the child's examination paper is permeated with her care. Her care permeates the examination papers / When the whistle of the opening of the train sounded / That is the road builder's confession to his wife's deep love / Separate years are full of anticipation / A lifetime can't pay back his wife's debt of love / The road builder's wife is "OK" / The train of the times knows that she pays for the love.
The husband y loved his wife, not only because she worked hard to support the cozy home, but also because the wife's heart accompanied her husband day and night on the railroad construction site. Then read the "dedicated to the love of road builders":
Dreams and you have seen a thousand times a thousand times/always can not let go of your thoughts/whether the road under your feet bumpy or flat stretches, my heart is always accompanied by you wading through the water trekking mountains/if the road construction is in the obstacles to the rescue/wish that my prayers to help you overcome the difficult passes/ah you dedicated your youth to the motherland's railroad lines/I dedicate my love to you/the road construction of the good man.
Letters to you have written thousands of words/always tell you endless love for you/no matter whether your life is great or ordinary/my love is always the sails of your journey/if the bridge meets the wind and snow obstacles/wish my blessing for you to hold up a piece of the blue sky/ah you melt your life into the motherland's railroad line/I will sing songs of praise to you/the model of the road building.
It can be seen how noble the thinking of the railroad worker's wife is. At the same time, it is not difficult to see, Du Xiaoyan eulogized love, is built on honesty, equality, labor, dedication basis, fully embodies the traditional virtues of the Chinese people, so the roots are very strong. But nowadays some people to please the market as their own, the love written into the "love show", to the unhealthy psychology to give paid caress, completely abandoned the art to enhance the social responsibility of the human realm, so that readers and listeners are very helpless. In fact, in reality, completely pure love does not exist, love is always connected with the actual life, and with the sublimation or degradation of moral character and show. The author eulogizes the sincere love with his wife because this kind of love is like the sun in the desert of the mind, which becomes the driving force of the career struggle and the sweet spring of life, and truly embodies the happiness of life and the value of existence.
Du Xiaoyan is a sincere singer, his lyrics are full of emotion, easy to touch the reader's feelings and **** Ming, its creation deserves a big book. I think the future efforts should be in the "clever thinking" on the effort. I have pointed out in the book "lyrics aesthetic exploration": "the main sentiment of poetry, but also heavy wisdom; wisdom, that is, refers to the ingenious and complete conception." As the saying goes, there is no such thing as a clever idea. Since lyrics belong to the art, art should pay attention to the ingenious conception, this kind of ingenuity, that is, the end of things is often unexpected, but from the law of the movement of things in the sense; this kind of ingenuity, that is, let you get some kind of early sense of feeling for a long time, but can not be said to understand, the author, once the words, like to get the wind blowing away the clouds after the clarity of the clear sky. In this regard, I specifically cite Shi Xiang and Liu Wei's "A Pot of Water" (1972, the second issue of PLA Songs). More than thirty years later, the lyrics of this song have remained in my notebook, and it is the ingenious conception of the work that makes it such a treasure. In this regard, I hope that Xiaoyan will further study the techniques of creation, practicing hard on the word, never stop singing in his heart, so as to write more interesting art, higher grade lyrics.