The story of Nanshannan

(1) What's the story behind Nanshan?

"South Mountain South, North Autumn Sadness" can be found in the song "South Mountain South". It's about lovers separated by two places, one in the south and the other in the north. Seeing each other again, things are different, which is a kind of acacia. Geographically, "Nanshan" refers to the mountains in the south and the mountains south of Qinling Mountains. "Nanshan" is named after the mountain and is a summer resort in Xinjiang. Or the end of the mountain in longevity. It was originally a tragic past of long-distance love. The heroine of the story is in the south, Shenzhen to be exact. The boy is in Beijing. One is on the edge of the sky and the other is in the corner of the sea. A cloud is in the middle of winter, and a day is spring dawn. Love in Wan Li.

(2) The story behind Nan Shannan.

Nan Shannan wrote a love story. A couple is in a long-distance relationship. The boy feels that he is not good enough for the girl because he is afraid that he can't give her the best life and care. He deliberately made the girl misunderstand that he had moved on and the girl left sadly. He can't forgive the boy's betrayal. The boy is heartbroken in another city, but he has to take care of himself alone for the girl to have a better person to take care of her all her life.

(3) The story behind Nanshan.

It can be said that everyone will have different opinions when listening to this song or watching MV. It does not have an accurate story. The following passage is copied from the internet, hoping to help the landlord talk about the creative inspiration of the song "Nanshan South". Ma Ying said that this song was written for about three years. When all the things written in these three years are accumulated, it is found that it has become a story imperceptibly, so the tune of this song comes from a melody that Ma Di casually hummed during his daily practice. After Ma Di filled in his own original words in line with this tune, it became the MV of Nan Shannan, which we are now hearing. It did not stick to the poetic images in Nan Shannan's lyrics, but restored the overall artistic conception of the song through narrative. The true colors of the two children at the beginning of the film suggest the main line of the love story of MV childhood friends. The flashback of memories is intertwined with the present scene, and Ma Di sends a sigh to every grown-up partner-"It has nothing to do with the lingering time". Tony. The gag performances of S and Yao XIII set off the inner waves under Ma Di's calm appearance. "Goddess" Li Xinyun seems to be silent in the MV, but she hides the turning point of the story in several expressions, and her eyes are both puzzled and answered. All these are presented in the application of Xiao Chun's visual language. The close-up and freeze-frame of the lens, the light and composition of the picture make the characters' inner feelings vividly portrayed.

(4) What is the story of the song Nan Shannan?

The tune of this song comes from a melody that Ma Di hummed casually during his daily practice. After Ma Di filled in the words that fit this tune, it became Nan Shannan, which we are hearing now.

(4) Extended reading of Nan Shannan's story:

Nan Shan Nan is a song sung by Ma Di, the founder of the non-governmental organization Ma Youye, and composed by Ma Di. This song is Ma Di's first officially released single, which was released on 2065438+September 26th, 2004. Included in the album "Isolated Island" released on October 6th, 20 1 14. On February 2, 20 15, Douban musicians announced the winners of the 4th Abilu Music Award, and Nanshan won the annual folk song.

As one of Ma Di's representative works, Nan Shannan is a blend of poetic talent and melodic talent, with a sense of poetic vicissitudes. Words and expressions are touched by notes and instrumental music, and they sing a feeling of sadness, frustration and confusion. The tune is composed of guitar, piano and violin. Using the samples in Four Seasons Song and the children's voice at the end of the song, the song is made into flashback memories and fixed old photos.

In the MV of this song, there are not only Ma Di's close friend, Donye. Also participating in the performance are Yao and the goddess in Ma Di's High School as the heroine. Their acting skills make the original music more meaningful, while Xiao Chun is the screenwriter, director and editor, which ensures the quality of the MV.

5. The story behind Nanshan.

This is written by Ma Di. I think this is the story behind it. This story is the same as that in the song.

Two dumb horse flutes.

"I expect to live incoherently, or have no language at all, which makes me stop talking endlessly about the girl I love and the life I hate."

A few days ago, I was in Taiwan Province Province, riding an electric car on an unusually quiet highway by the sea. It is sparsely populated and the vegetation is very polite. Clouds are low and seem easy to get. I can sing loudly, or lie on the beach and bark at the sky. I was very happy that no one spoke all the way.

This reminds me of a girl. We were classmates in the last year of primary school, although it was only three months. I have only heard her voice once, but we have never stopped talking until now.

She is a transfer student, and the teacher's explanation in advance makes everyone full of speculation about the upcoming new students. But not me, because I killed that man a year ago. The story is too long, only the result-that is, I no longer like to talk, and I became a lonely and weird child. For a long time, I lost my curiosity about anyone and everything, but I didn't say a word. There are always exceptions under my mother's belt.

Because there was a big factory where I lived when I was a child, and everyone's parents basically worked there, someone began to discuss whose child this girl I had never met was. Some people say that she transferred to our primary school because she was in class. Some people say that her parents died and she was raised by her aunt. Others say she is dumb. It was the last rumor that made me feel different about her.

Until the first time I met her, she was not beautiful, but she had a pair of unusual eyes, probably because she was one year older than us and more mature than the girls in the class. The teacher said that this new classmate can't talk for some reasons, and the students should help the teacher take care of her and don't bully her. Indeed, she never said a word from that day on, and turned a deaf ear to everything around her. Gradually, her name changed from her real name to a mute, or a monster, and was rejected by everyone, just like me. Nevertheless, she remained silent and never even got angry. I like her eyes. It's like playing with the curious heart.

Our seats are very close, which gives me enough conditions to observe her every move. In fact, except that she never talks, she acts like a normal person, but at that age, everyone likes to be on top. It's a pity that she and I are the kind of people who are trampled on by people who are high above us. I started trying to get close to her, and passing notes became the most convenient way. At first, she never paid attention to it until I saw her reading a book and asked her the name of the book. She really replied to me-

"Two Wan Li under the sea."

"Can you lend it to me after reading it?" I seized the opportunity to continue talking with her.

"Well, if you can read it in two days." She went back.

This is our first "dialogue", and we are still indifferent. Because of my homework, I have no interest in books at all. In order to continue talking to her, I still crustily skin of head and read on. Now that I think about it, I still appreciate her. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't know the words in the textbook at all. There is such an arrangement that I can be so fascinated and feel another world.

Since then, I often borrow books from her. Slowly, her reply was no longer rigid and she talked too much. Starting from Verne, we talked about Dumas, Balzac and Duras, who made us blush and puzzled, and finally talked about unknown love and naive future. I am proud of our precocity, and I think she is unique more and more. On the way after school, we began to appear side by side, but I never asked her why she couldn't talk.

One weekend, we took a bus to borrow books from a distant library. Looking at the tall buildings, I suddenly thought of a sentence and wrote it down to her: the desires of the world are infinite. She smiled at me after reading it. Although she was careless, I was greatly encouraged. From then on, I will think of similar sentences and write to her every day. I admit I was fascinated by her at that time. We often argue about topics beyond age. It was in those days that I began to look at this most familiar and unfamiliar world in ignorance.

We also listen to music together. In order to buy a tape together, we don't take the bus after school every day, save money and walk a long way home. She couldn't speak, and I talked less and less, except for her.

Because of the closeness, the students took a loophole and said that we were in love. Two dumb people were together, and ridicule and abuse followed, and bullying became more and more serious. It is common for textbooks to be thrown downstairs, and secretly bought tapes have also been pulled out of the magnetic stripe. We never pay attention to it. We tear off the blank pages of each textbook, fold them into a flat surface and throw them back into the classroom. We gather the torn tapes and light them, treating the students around us as fools. Finally, I shocked my teacher and invited my mother and her aunt to discuss our puppy love in detail. I was secretly happy. Many years later, I asked myself if there was love between us. Although there is no solution, at least, I expected it.

Until winter comes.

Our classroom is on the top floor, and the heating of the old teaching building is very backward, so we need a place to drain water to run normally. The water outlet happened to be in our classroom, and she was sitting next to it. It was the class teacher's class that day. The classroom was quiet and the heating was put into trial operation. Suddenly, the hot air came out. This common phenomenon made her cry out in horror. Everyone was shocked, looking at her sitting there and fleeing far away, curled up in the corner covering her ears. It was the first time that everyone heard her voice coming from her mouth, including me. After three seconds of silence, the whole class began to burst into laughter. Someone took the lead and said, "The dumb is talking, and the dumb is driving the heating crazy, hahahaha!" Looking at the shivering figure, my brain warmed up and I rushed up to catch the boy with one punch, and then I was pushed to the ground by the boys around me. Just as we were wrestling, a girl suddenly said, teacher, the mute is crying!

She cried, silently crying, in an ironic way, a silent wail in broad daylight. Everyone in the classroom seems to be very loud. Some people bow their heads and say nothing, some people try to comfort but can't talk, and some people simply continue to be insincere. Only I laughed. I laughed like a winner and looked like a fool in the consternation of the whole classroom. Soon I won't be able to laugh. Her aunt took her home before school that day. That was the last time I saw her because she transferred to another school.

Not long after, I heard adults talk about her aunt, only to know that her parents died of gas poisoning in the fourth grade. After school that day, she waited at school for a long time and no one came to pick her up. She walked home and faced her parents' bodies alone, accompanied by the sound of "before" on the gas stove. I also understand why she was so scared that day. Fortunately, the door was not closed when she entered the room, and the neighbors smelled it. When she arrived, she also fainted beside her parents' bodies. After the rescue, I don't know whether she was scared by her parents' death or because of gas poisoning, and she stopped talking. Although the doctor said that she has not lost her language ability, it is a psychological problem, but she has not made progress. Grandparents think she is a girl and can't carry on the family line. They wanted to send her to an orphanage, but my aunt refused, so she broke up with her family and raised her alone. At that time, no one wanted to marry a woman with a drag bottle, and she was a bit dumb, so her aunt took her and never got married. When I came to pick her up that day, I met her aunt, who was a very beautiful woman.

I have been waiting for her letter. I once wrote her home address, so I can continue to "chat" for the winter vacation, but I'm not sure if she still has it. It was more than two years before I received her letter, which read:

"Long time no see, are you ok? I don't know if you remember me, but I haven't forgotten you.

Maybe you heard something about me later, although it's not important. We have a new life, but we will still miss you. Let me tell you a secret. Actually, I'm not stupid At first, I was afraid to speak, but gradually, I found that I really didn't need to speak again, because it gave me enough time to ask myself and talk to myself. I don't need friends anymore, because I find that all problems come from my heart, and books and music are my friends. It was not until I met you that year that it began to make me want to talk. Although you are all thumbs like an idiot, maybe I haven't talked to anyone for a long time, but you are different. I have never felt this way about menstruation, because I don't know what language to use to face her to express my gratitude and guilt. I admit cowardice.

I'll also write you a sentence-why are so many people in a hurry to give up silence? Maybe it's because they've never really been silent.

Thank you. I'm fine now. I hope you are too. Don't look. "

Later, I read the letter many times and didn't reply to her, because there was no address on it, and she never wrote to me again. I burned this letter as a farewell. Now, I still insist on writing a sentence every day, just as a way for us to continue the "dialogue".

Today, many years later, I still vaguely remember that one day we came home from school together and passed by a pirated tape shop. There was "Those Flowers" on in the shop, and we stood there listening for a long time. The setting sun slanted on her face, which was beautiful. She kept smiling with her eyes closed.

I have a feeling that she must have been humming.

[6] I heard that there is a very sad story behind Nanshan. Who knows?

The background of this song is:

The hero is a person who likes to travel. He often travels to half of China. Once I came to Chengdu, I went to a restaurant called Gudao Cafe. The coffee shop is full of photos of friends from all over the world. The world, their photos attracted him.

This is a girl who climbed the Himalayas in stormy weather. The actor couldn't help but stop watching. The Himalayas is also his dream ... when he recovered from his thoughts, he found a woman next to him. This woman is the person in the photo.

So they chatted in the cafe, and the man found that this woman was also a friend who liked to travel. Like-minded people made them chat happily until dark. Then men and women got together. They met a world tour and wanted to see the beauty of the world. Then the man had to go home because of his family and gave up his dream.

The girl was very sad and set foot on their journey alone. When a person returns to Beijing, he often thinks of the past days and his dreams, and he is not happy. In autumn, the man met the author in Beihai and talked about it. With his permission, the author wrote his songs with his stories.

(6) Nan Shannan's story expanded reading Song Honor:

20 15 On February 2nd, Douban musicians announced the winners of the 4th Abilu Music Award, and Nanshan won the annual folk song.

Evaluation:

What's the story of Nanshan?

This song is the author's attitude towards love. Love is too sacred and too focused, so people often end up in a bleak end. You are snowing in the sunny south, and I am in the cold night in the north. Is it really you in winter and me in spring? Actually, it's not. He no longer talks about the island he met with anyone, because loneliness and loneliness are the most precious encounters, so there is no room for a home in his heart. But love often produces sadness. Love can't escape the bad luck of lies in the end, just like left. The little curse described in "The Gun of Love" killed honesty or love. Lend me a gun or lend me 50 cents. What a beautiful love, it can make people despair. So he sang how sad and sincere it is to be a mute who can only lie to himself. It turns out that even though it is wonderful and painful, the most touching thing in love is to love you. I'd rather be a mute.

Become the story of Shannan in Madi.

Nan Shannan is not a story, but a song.

Creation background

When talking about the creative inspiration of the song Nan Shan Nan, Ma Ying said that this song was written for about three years, and all the things written in these three years were found to be a story when accumulated, so the lyrics of this song are a summary of all the things experienced in these three years. The tune of this song comes from a melody that Ma Di hummed casually during his daily practice. After Ma Di filled in the words that fit this tune, it became Nan Shannan, which we are hearing now.

The true story behind Nanshan.

Nan Shan Nan is a song sung by Ma Di, the founder of the non-governmental organization Ma Youye, and composed by Ma Di. This song is Ma Di's first officially released single, which premiered on September 26th, 20 14 through Netease Cloud Music. Included in the album "Isolated Island" released on October 6th, 20 1 14.

20 15 On February 2nd, Douban musicians announced the winners of the 4th Abilu Music Award, and Nanshan won the annual folk song.

The horse's own explanation:

"Of all the songs written so far, this one is the longest-three years.

How can I put it? We all fantasize about many kinds of love. It was the most abundant dinner in that era. Everyone smiled dreamily in the set they painted, pushed a cup for a change, and continued to hope that no one would ever leave, nor would they leave.

Ironically, no one taught us how to face parting. When I woke up, I was so drunk that I didn't even squeeze out a smile and grew up before I could say goodbye.

We began to plan sadness, running in the long night every day, just for the fatigue before dawn, to escape the bright life at dawn, and to see her/his dream for the first time.

In the next few years, we will pretend to be good, pretend to be unhappy, pretend that no one has left, leave footprints in the mountains and seas, stay in a certain scenery for a long time, sigh for a long time without saying a word, recall all the pictures, and then say goodbye one by one. We finally learned to say goodbye, but we stopped saying love words and just lied.

This song has been written intermittently for three years, and it is also the most unforgettable sigh in countless three years. "