"Take a fishing fire away

Let him warm my eyes

Leave a true love

Let it be parked beside Maple Bridge

Helpless me

Already alienated that emotion

It was only after many years of discovery.”

Teacher He walked in the front and was in a good mood. He had never heard of the song Ye Mingxuan and the other two had heard it. The melody was quite nice. If you ignore the sound of the sound.

"Brother, have you heard this song?"

"No, it's pretty good. It's a bit of the 190s, the melody and lyrics are all good, it's quite classic."

In terms of melody, old songs from the 1990s were definitely the highest quality period in pop music, and pop music after the millennium was declining.

"I know."

Zhang Zifeng raised his hand and said with a smile: "This song is still called "The sound of the waves, it sounds very nice."

"Oh, sister, you still understand music. Do you have any other adjectives besides being nice?"

"Anyway, it's better than you, I don't know such a nice song."

The song "Sound of the Waves" is still very popular. Ye Mingxuan doesn't know that he has never paid attention to the music scene before. Peng Peng has been active in the entertainment industry for so many years and has released singles. It's a bit embarrassing if he doesn't know.

"Brother doesn't know, why don't you talk about me?"

"Tsk~"

“Teacher He sang quite nicely.”

Ye Mingxuan separated and started to argue with each other again, and followed Teacher Huang and heard it clearly.

"The moon sets and crows are always wind and frost for thousands of years

The sound of waves still disappears from the original night

You and me today

How to repeat yesterday's story

This old boat ticket

Can you board your passenger ship?"

There is a paragraph in the middle that I didn’t hear, and it was already a part of the chorus when I heard it again. I have to say that the melody of the old song is really nice, the picture feels strong, and the lyrics are very poetic.

The moon sets, the crows cry, the frost is everywhere in the sky, and the river maple fishing fire is facing the sorrow of sleep.

At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rings at the passenger ship in the middle of the night.

Maybe that's it? It's beautiful and gentle, with a hint of sorrow, old ships, and passenger ships have greatly increased the meaning of the song, and also give people a sense of nostalgia.

"How is it? Are you convinced?"

"Hmm? Who are you convinced?"

Just as we analyze the singing style and composition characteristics of Teacher He just sang, Teacher He was confused by a question that made Ye Mingxuan confused.

"How about your song?"

Ye Mingxuan thought for a while and felt a little embarrassed. If "A Letter of Home" is not as good as "The Sound of the Waves"? Ye Mingxuan disagreed, but if it is said that the same person or the sound of the Waves is still better than the Sound of the Waves, he would probably be scolded to death. A mountain that disrespects his predecessors and is arrogant will definitely be carried by him.

"This is not comparable, right! It's not the same type."

Ye Mingxuan's embarrassment made Teacher He wake up. He was indeed abrupt just now, and he secretly scolded himself for being obsessed with just now. Fortunately, it was not a live broadcast. If the live broadcast was seen by someone with a heart, I wonder what it would be misinterpreted!

"It sounds nice! I like to listen to some old songs!"

Ye Mingxuan nodded and praised him sincerely: "It sounds good, the lyrics are poetic, and the composition is gentle and gentle. The person who sang just now has a bad voice. Maybe after a little time, he should have regrets, loss, helplessness and freedom, and you will only sing nostalgia."

"I have also released records. Am I so bad today?"

Teacher He glanced at Ye Mingxuan in dissatisfaction. This kid didn't know how to compliment him. It was so annoying to point out other people's shortcomings so bluntly.

When he turned around inadvertently, the touch of white stood proudly among the colorful flowers, and Teacher He's eyes instantly softened.

"Xiaoxuan, did you notice any special scenery when going up and down the mountain?"

"Special? No, the only special thing is the wild flowers on the hillside here!"

Ye Mingxuan looked around. The lush trees, bamboos in the distance, the cicadas chirping one after another, the dancing butterflies, and the wild flowers all over the mountains. He could see them every time he went up the mountain. At first, he was like Teacher He, marveling at the beautiful natural environment here. After seeing too much, he was not so surprised.

"What kind of flower is that? Do you know it?"

Teacher He pointed to the little white flowers blooming among the gorgeous flowers, and his eyes were surprisingly gentle.

"Gardenia?"

Teacher He nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, gardenia!"

"What's wrong with Teacher He?"

Seeing that Teacher He and Ye Mingxuan stopped, Peng Peng asked curiously.

Zhang Zifeng also stood up, but she didn't ask. She looked along Teacher He's gaze and guessed the reason after thinking for a moment.

"The only song that has the most circulating content on my album is also my favorite song."

This is a song I sang at the age of thirty. It has been fifteen years, and time has passed too quickly.

"I started making this album in 2002, and it was released at this time in 2004. "Gardenia Blossoms" is dedicated to students who are about to leave their alma mater. Do you know what festival I like most?"

Teacher He looked at the wild gardenia with nostalgia. The white ones were crystal clear and the white ones were indifferent to the world. He kept the figure of the gardenia in his heart, and Teacher He said while walking.

"I like Teacher's Day the most, and I always think I should be a teacher."

"Teacher He used to teach foreign languages!"

Peng Peng interrupted.

"Like Teacher Huang, I have been teaching after graduation. When I graduated in 1997, I was already a host of CCTV Children's Channel and I still teach Arabic at my alma mater. Teachers and hosts are all professions I love."

Just after finishing the lyrics, I arrived at the cornfield on the mountainside. Looking at the piles of neatly arranged corn, Teacher He was shocked and had no time to sigh. It was too unbelievable that he had done so much work alone in the morning.

"Are you picked all the corn? Are you alone?"

Ye Mingxuan shook his head and pointed to the girls resting beside him and said, "They have helped. I can do so much work alone. The ladies in our program team are more diligent than the other. There are not many girls who are willing to do farm work now. The audience in front of the TV will tell you a secret. Most of them are single. If you are interested, please contact the phone number below the TV!"

"Go to you, are you doing TV shopping?"

Teacher He was amused by Ye Mingxuan, and there was no one else selling the staff to the audience.

The girls beside them had already laughed and made a bunch of laughter.

"Children, work!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his face turned up. The corn was thrown all over the ground, piles of them. Teacher He didn't know whether to transport the corn first or do something else first, so he didn't bring any tools to dig purple potatoes.

"Xiaoxuan, what should I do? Get corn or purple potato first?"

"Pick up the radish first, call Teacher Huang, and bring a shovel and a small hoe."

Radishes are the most tiring and the number is the most. Ye Mingxuan himself ignored the radish. After picking corn, purple potatoes need tools. There are not many edamames, and radish can be pulled with bare hands.

"Zifeng, harvest the edamame."
Chapter completed!