One day I woke up and the whole world was listening to folk songs.
It’s like waking up one day and everyone is listening to Xie Chunhua.
This girl born in 1995, who is younger than me (meaning she is very sad), seems to have conquered everyone with just a guitar and a young voice.
I can't find the right words to describe her and her music. A little melancholy, a little freshness, freedom, and self don't seem to be very accurate.
My real name is Zhi Fei, born in 1995. He taught himself musical instruments, wrote songs, played and sang, and traveled around the world. Studied in translation major at Zhejiang University of Technology.
17 years old? Wrote his first song using a classical guitar.
19 years old? Officially started creating. He taught himself folk guitar, tambourine, ukulele, harmonica, mouth organ and other musical instruments. He also completed the composition, lyrics, arrangement, recording and mixing of his early works by himself.
20 years old? Completed his first tour across half of China in eight cities in 20 days with his self-made album "A Flowering Tree".
21 years old? Released his first album "Yunyan". The title of the album is taken from a Song Dynasty poem - "Magnolia Slow Oriole Can Cry Endlessly" by Dai Fuhu, "I miss you so much that I suffer from it, I count the clouds and smoke, and the passing of my eyes is always empty", seven words and eight songs in the album, album design, calligraphy and illustrations are all handled by Xie Chunhua alone.
"Lend Me"
Lend me ten years
Lend me the courage to live in exile
Lend me the confidence to speak Oath
Lend me the loneliness you feel when you first meet
Lend me the freshness that is not afraid of being crushed
Lend me the fierceness and recklessness regardless of tomorrow
Lend me a beam of light to illuminate the darkness
Lend me a smile as bright as spring
Lend me a ray of light to illuminate the darkness
Lend me a sentiment that kills mediocrity
Lend me a indulgent sadness and crying
Lend me the pounding of my heart as before
Lend me the comfortable mornings and evenings
Just watch the time pass
Lend me I am speechless
No matter I don’t care, I don’t ask, I don’t speak
I don’t read either
This song is similar to Mr. Mu Xin or Fan Xiaochun’s "Lend Me" They have the same name, but I think they express completely different things. The poem expresses the poet's feelings in his old age, which is simple and desolate yet passionate. But Chunhua's songs reveal the stubbornness of youth, which is true and courageous.
Listening to her songs, you will know that this post-95s girl has a turbulent heart, and she has an impulse for the future and the unknown. Not afraid of being crushed, not willing to be mediocre.
She said in the interview: "The little details in life can move me. Then I will write it in songs."
She said: "Folk songs are not Complain, but tell.”
I deeply agree. Her music always sings life very poetically and freely, and those seemingly peaceful but powerful things can always be heard in her trickling voice.
In this song, you can’t hear Faye Wong’s ethereal and moving voice, nor Chen Li’s heroic heroics, nor can you hear his deliberate roar. She is more like a person who is not good at words. She will tell you the most courageous story in youth with her lonely courage, which will make you and your confusion clear.
Whose youth is not confused? In fact, we are all the same. When we are in our twenties, there are always times when we cannot see the future clearly, and we often suddenly fall into an emotion of not knowing what we want.
So we seem to need a formula to apply in our own lives. Some people may say that everyone should have their own way of life and should not blindly imitate or learn from it.
I don’t completely agree. Why not try more? If you don't learn from this formula, how will you know that this formula does not apply to you. Everyone has one or several detours in their youth. Only by going through these detours can you find a path that suits you.
There was a time when I really wanted to resign, escape from the impetuousness of reality, do what I wanted to do, and live the life I wanted to live.
For example, becoming a full-time editor, settling down to write, or going for a walk in a distant place.
I always wonder if I change careers and become a newspaper or new media editor, will I be happier? I don’t need to face the urging of customers anymore, I don’t need to make a bunch of schedules, and I don’t need to read a lot of English? I also often wonder, if I do nothing and just concentrate on writing, will my thoughts flow freely and I won’t have to rack my brain to write an article? Will he be able to write some classic explosive articles? I also thought about following my own feelings, walking in distant places, experiencing the lonely night, and crossing raging rivers. Will I become very knowledgeable and meaningful?
I didn’t resign later because I found that no newspaper or magazine wanted me, a completely inexperienced rookie. Once I resigned, I wouldn’t be able to pay the rent, so I would go somewhere far away.
But I am fortunate that I have never stopped doing what I want to do. If I can’t do it full-time, I’ll do it part-time. If I can’t write an article during the day, I will write at night. If others don’t like the articles I write, I will write more. If you can’t go far away, just read more books.
Lend me my stubbornness, lend me my perseverance without hesitation.
Lend me the courage to be unafraid of disappointment, lend me the ignorance of a young man.
Lend me my dream and lend me my original intention.
Give me the courage to take action and the stubbornness to fight to the end!
There are some imitations of the lyrics of this song on NetEase Cloud, which I think are pretty good.
@Sins:
Lend me not to worry, lend me the innocence that will not be lost
Lend me a chance marriage that will not disappoint, lend me the loneliness of no news The island is populated
Leverage me to fly away from the horizon, lend me the joy and sorrow of my own thoughts
Leverage my leisurely clearness and cold nights, lend me the birth of a child who is mature enough to die. Innocent transformation
Borrow me my innocent imagination, lend me a cheerful face
Borrow me the fleeting moment of thousands of years, lend me the long night sleep where everything returns to zero
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Lend me a bouquet of flowers, lend me two clouds.
Lend me a third of spring, lend me April willows and swallows.
Lend me five buckets of gold and rice without breaking the bank, lend me six cottages and return to nature.
Lend me seven bright lamps to light up your bravery, lend me an all-round way to enter the world, neither deep nor shallow.
Lend me the heroic spirit of holding the moon in the sky for nine days and entering the sea. Lend me the spring breeze, summer flowers, autumn frost and winter snow in the ten directions of the sky.
Lend me a thousand words, lend me yesterday, lend me a tomorrow that still has tomorrow, lend me a smile and cry for eternity.
@Terminallyiil
Lend me your lonely courage
Lend me the calm tone when I say goodbye to you
Lend me the early morning of sleeping pills
Lend me the sound of your breathing in my ears
Lend me the ignorance of a newborn and the foolish courage of a teenager
Lend me her face
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Lend me the tears you shed for her
Lend me my eyes that are no longer red
Lend me my laughter and anger
Lend me I can only rest once I'm drunk
Lend me my awakening from a dream
Lend me your and her past events
Lend me your and her thoughts
Thank you
Lend me the courage to be anything but you
If there is a period of time, some nights, you don’t know what you want, you don’t know what you should do What, then you can listen to Xie Chunhua and her song "Lend Me". You and your loss, confusion, longing, and trek may be able to get some hits.
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