The Master of Entertainment Text Volume 224 of "Ideal Thirty Years" Old Wolf's voice reveals a story, and there are too many people's green years in the song. To be honest, Old Wolf looks very ordinary. In the entertainment industry where many beautiful women are as numerous as stars, Old Wolf cannot be said to be ugly, but he is definitely ordinary, but the songs he sang are the youth of countless people.

Teacher Huang secretly wiped his eyes, put his sunglasses on again, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, all three of us are old, so we can only find some old touches. Xiaoxuan has an old soul, so we are also moved."

"Teacher Huang, Maomao also shed tears." Peng Peng pressed Maomao's head to show Teacher Huang.

"This is the charm of folk songs. They are not as gorgeous as bel canto, not as passionate as rock. The simple melody and plain tone tell stories one by one. Only with stories in your heart can you sing songs with stories."

Ye Mingxuan held the guitar and played it slowly. There was an electronic piano in the mushroom house, but the electronic musical instruments basically did not match the folk tunes, and it was not as beautiful as a simple acoustic guitar.

When Lao Lang heard this, he was so familiar with the melody that he played it. Except for the three older people, Ye Mingxuan had heard this song, and none of the six young people had heard it.

"The people under the lights of the city under the moonlight are waiting.

The sound of time in the wind in the crowd

Who sighs without realizing it

Sighing at that age without realizing it

Who can still listen to the beauty of a leaf Zhiqiu?”

Ye Mingxuan and Lao Lang sang together, without deliberately using any skills. They simply rely on feelings to sing. However, the simpler the song, the harder it is to express the emotions. The folk song focuses on the resonance of emotions, the simple lyrics and music, with metaphor and storylines. Ye Mingxuan's tone is actually not very suitable for singing this song. Fortunately, the emotions are abundant and sounds good.

"You have been here in the morning and left the scent of cherry blossoms.

The window was opened and the door was opened. Someone asked me what to say

You've sang the moonlight

I have been sad for the fallen leaves

I once painted my appearance in front of the snow-filled window

Those snowy winters

The boy without an umbrella

That oath blocked by the door

That string of snow-covered goodbye…”

"Nana, is this the charm of folk songs?"

Xue Yingmeng looked into the distance with a blurred look and asked whisperingly.

"Maybe, there is actually no specific definition of folk songs in the academic world, but some songs you only need to listen to once and know that they are folk songs. They can take you into the world of songs. If you don't know that one sentence will hit your heart. It has neither shouting nor passion. It is just like this, ordinary and ordinary telling stories after stories."

I don’t know if it was explained to Xue Yingmeng or to myself. Ye Mingxuan was immersed in the world of songs and could not extricate himself for a long time. Not only Ye Mingxuan, but the other young people were also stunned.

"When anyone wants to take a shower, go and take a shower first!" Teacher Huang covered most of his face with a teacup, his voice a little blurry.

"Leizi, I want to see the stars." Lao Lang put down his guitar and said softly.

"Let's go!" Teacher Huang stood up and walked out of the house with Lao Lang.

As a fan of Lao Lang, Ye Mingxuan also went out with the guitar in his arms. Lao Lang sang two songs, and he also wanted to sing a song for Lao Lang.

"Why are you coming out? Not worthy of their play?"

After the three of them came out, Teacher He changed his mood. Not long after, the room became lively. Teacher Huang wanted to sit quietly in the yard with Lao Lang and chat. Ye Mingxuan came out with a guitar and felt a bit ruining the atmosphere.

"Uh~ I don't like this kind of laughter environment~" Ye Mingxuan replied with a gunfire.

"Young people should be like them, don't be like us two old men. Look at them, be more energetic." Lao Lang said in his eyes at the starry sky.

"Isn't that the case when I was young? A group of people made an appointment to make a comeback. They didn't sleep in the middle of the night and ran out to watch the night, and they didn't go home, so they couldn't go back..."

Teacher Huang looked at the starry sky and felt quiet.

"Master, Brother Lang, will I sing a song for you?" Ye Mingxuan thought this song was quite suitable for Lao Lang's experienced and still poetic voice.

"Can't we be quiet for a while?"

"Let him sing. In this atmosphere, there is no place to express emotions in his heart. Singing is the most intense."

Lao Lang smiled and said, "Is it your own song?"

Ye Mingxuan nodded. Anyway, there is no such thing as this world, that is his own song.

"A car is coming after the rain

Passing through the twilight

The old iron sheet is moving south, the lover is no longer there

Listen to the Poetry Radio under the thick smoke."

"It's a bit interesting, like the popular songs in our era." When Ye Mingxuan sang softly in a lazy and low voice, Lao Lang became interested. The song was very simple, and even the whole song could be played with a chord. The lyrics were quite interesting, with melancholy poetry.

"A calm cough, at least it looks like

The way home is still cute, the strings are missing

I never saw the children listening to music that night

Time flies, and it turns the storm into a cassette

The feeling that has been curled up has broken into the age

Just get old, don’t wake up lonely, you long to leave, but there is nowhere to stop."

When we were young, we longed for young people, and young people longed for the quick growth. When we were thirty years old, we missed our youth and finally spent our whole life commemorating our youth. Now life is becoming more and more depressing, and we are becoming less and less in our own way. What drives you forward is not dreams, but because behind you is the abyss of real life.

"Just sing, your eyes narrowed

And the collapse of the tears is just an existence that has not arrived

Just sweet patience, the stars moisten the windowsill

The light and shadows are beating like they are talking about love in sleepy

No more meaningless feelings

Think I understand

The place where the dream collapsed is now covered with moss.”

"It's a bit like Xiaosong when he was young, an idealist and poetic." Lao Lang commented pertinently.

"He just loves to think randomly, but the young man doesn't know the taste of sorrow. He falls in love with the building and falls in love with the building, and insists on saying sorrow in order to write new poems." Although Teacher Huang said with a smile, he was a little worried about Ye Mingxuan's state, and still felt that young people should be more funny and happy. This kind of idea that looks through the world is a bit dangerous.

Ye Mingxuan didn’t know what was wrong. He felt a lot in Lao Lang’s singing tonight, and then he thought of this song “Ideal Thirty Years”, and even felt a little unpleasant.

"The song is very good, what's the name of a classic folk song? By the way, is the copyright registered?" Lao Lang likes folk songs and likes this song very much.

"Ideal for thirty years." Ye Mingxuan put the guitar aside. Just one song today, and it would be a bit annoying to sing.

"How old are you?"

“It’s twenty-three.”

"How could you write such lyrics like this in Twenty-Three? The song is really good, but it is difficult for you to sing folk songs at your age. Overall, you sing very well, but you are too young and have a crisp tone. You are willing to suppress the bass smoky voice and sing. Professional musicians can still hear it at once."

Teacher Huang’s concerns were too obvious, so Lao Lang could hear them immediately. According to Teacher Huang’s wishes, his evaluation of Ye Mingxuan was also half true and half false.

After crossing this topic, the three of them talked outside until after one o'clock in the morning. The young people in the room were all going to sleep. Teacher He built two floor shops downstairs. Just like yesterday, two more people were going to sleep on the floor shop today.

"Xiaoxuan, go to bed as well, you have to go to Hainan tomorrow afternoon."
Chapter completed!