Jing M.Guo's musical novel "Lost Tibet"
Where is your youth? Where is your dream?
In p>25, the great youth event burned warmly all summer.
Jing M.Guo, a young writer and cross-cultural music producer, publicly announced that
he would write a novel that can be sung and listened to.
This is a wonderful idea of integrating novels into music albums, which is a bold attempt by all is forgiven, a writer born in 198s.
[ Qu Mu Jie Shao ]
October is an erosion erosion
Time dissolves exposed rocks. The rough surface of the class barge turned into foam and gradually disappeared. Day after day, the sunset erodes the young and surly rock outline, revealing the smooth and moist inside before adulthood. The tropic of cancer leads everyone back. The mistakes I made. Love that once failed. Once naive confession. Once ups and downs of sentimentality. Are all forgiven by God in an instant. The sound of youth is left, like a train in the middle of the night, heading for the next journey.
September is a long time
If happiness is too long. It will become a vague memory. So your face, your hands and your sweater are placed in different squares of the turntable. Everyone can only get fragmentary happiness. But can no longer spell a complete capital love. Memories of your smile can be dyed green all summer. But the season can't go back along the way.
August Ba is a scar.
Injured bodies always leave scars. I am not a healer as magical as time, and I can calm all the pain. Nor is he a great creator like God, who can open the infinite sky and you still miss him. Still worried about him. Still trapped in the windless forest he planted casually. But I want to take you to another happiness. Even if you can't cure your long and dark blindness, please let me be blind together. Even if I can't pull you out of the complicated and deep jungle, I will accompany you to watch the sky gradually clear.
July 7th is the date
Who did you meet? In the summer when the sun is flooding to white heat. The happiness of those probes is looming. I can't find the date that should appear. Just like I met you. In a long, long late summer. Phoenix flowers bloom all over every wall of the city. In a country where flowers are burning. The flowers are missing. The red flowers festering in the mud path of the huge rainy mountain road tell the monsoon that if I met you earlier.
June is the land of the mainland
Maybe no one has noticed it. Beyond the peaceful and prosperous continent, those silent islands. There are four seasons on the island. The vegetation on the mainland is withered and glorious. Those secrets across the distant ocean, even the monsoon from south to north can not be delivered. The recipient's address is unknown. The handwriting is scrawled. Overweight. But it will never be that there is no such person. This man is the clearest existence in the depths of the chest. His name is a whole continent on the surface of the heart. The islands are getting closer. But it will never land.
May Wu is a dancing dance
All love is like this. Countless details piled up into a quiet side face. The little speck of mud you left on the corner of your clothes, a fairy tale floats in your smile, and the music in the headset points directly at the Big Dipper. Ferris wheel Playground. Rising fireworks and falling sunsets. Boys' clean white shirts and girls' long hair tied up. Those warm sunlight slowly flowed along the lines of the years, turned into mercury, and penetrated into every crevice and line of the heart. Eventually solidified into a thousand mirrors. Reflect a thousand of you dancing to the sound.
April Si is a sacrifice
Do you think I am a fool after all? April winds are softened in the air by spring. Semi-liquid through the blooming city. I bought breakfast for you and copied your notes. Sitting in a daze downstairs in your house. Are all the fools in their mouths stupid? Am I the stupid one? Sunlight cuts into the room along the window. The wind lifted the curtains. The warm light is crawling up your quiet and sleeping face.
March 3rd is scattered
scattered all over the floor. Is it a kiss hidden in your mouth? According to Peter Pan's fairy tales, those kisses hidden in the corners of the mouth are all sweet candy. So who can tell me which clown with a hat is selling in the playground? I want to buy a big can. Then. Then I'll switch with you. But blood and bones. Nerves and skin. A thick sweater in a thick cotton coat. Obviously, they are two people with very high quality, or they are scattered when the monsoon blows.
February 2 is the second beginning of winter. Xiaoxue Heavy snow. Winter solstice. Slight cold Great cold. In the lonely winter when I can't meet the second lonely person. Walking alone, singing alone, shopping alone and watching the whole world carnival alone. People walked around the amusement park hand in hand. He is the only one for her. I am the only one for everyone. The world is full of chances for us to meet. But I never met you.
January 1st is the only one
The world once turned black and white. Now return to gorgeous colors. The world once lost its sound. Now I have you singing with me. Darkness covers the left hand at night. The left hand covers the right hand. Fingers that used to hold hands. Hands folded alone at night. The wind blows sand into a desert. You wait for me to meditate for ten years. You are a legend in the world. You are the only one in the world. You made me spend a whole picture of my youth. Used to find you.
1.9.8.7.6.5.4.3.2.1. He and her mystery. Start ...
[List of Songs ]
January.
Narrator: Those things that happened in 1999 ...
Those things that happened in 1999
were like faded movies
weeds were burned by time endlessly
leaving the clear boy
and the sad girl
who used to be in the photo. No one remembers or asks
when they left
them. Come
we are standing in the turbulent sea of people
How many flowers are still in bloom
In nineteen ninety-nine, I can't open my eyes
In nineteen ninety-nine, no one stays
In nineteen ninety-nine, my heart can't open
In nineteen ninety- Who stayed alone?
I used to sing songs and watch the grass all over the hillside.
I can't open my eyes.
No one stayed.
I can't open my heart. Who stayed alone
There were only a few left singing on the hillside
...
...
My boy learned to spoil
His favorite pranks can't be remembered
Whose girl took off her blue hair band
She still cried when she saw the old movie
In nine nine nine-nine. I can't open my eyes. No one stays
In nineteen ninety-nine, my heart can't open
In nineteen ninety-nine, who stayed alone
once held hands and said that I would travel all my life
In nineteen ninety-nine, my eyes can't open
In nineteen ninety-nine, no one. Stay
In nineteen ninety-nine, my heart can't open
In nineteen ninety-nine, who stays alone
has this dream woken up for a lifetime
...
...
two months.
Monologue: I remember she once said ...
I remember she once said
A person's world
The sound of flowers can be heard quietly
She also asked
How long will it take
before someone can understand her world?
February: crossword puzzle
Come back at dark, dawn and dusk. Memories are folded and unfolded again.
Green light, red light, green light, people are scattered and gathered, and scattered again.
Who is waiting quietly like me? How many dialogues have passed through a few rusty doorplates?
How many blank crossword puzzles in my life are I born stupid and can't fill in.
How many people are there in the future? I am born lonely and can't wait.
How many kinds of dialogues are Zhang couldn't tell
how many angels in heaven looked up and couldn't see their feathers falling
What a surprise it was to meet someone in the sea of life in the past and now
At that time, fireflies lost in hide-and-seek for three or five years, and then they came back
Who gave me an ordinary favor and forgot to bury my smile when I passed by, and who stopped
How many blank crossword puzzles in life were born stupid and I couldn't fill them
How many people existed in the future. Loneliness can't wait
How many kinds of dialogues are lonely? I can't say it when I forget my lines.
How many angels in heaven can't see their feathers falling when they look up.
We wait for disappointment and wait again.
Come back in summer, winter and summer, and then turn off the phone.
In March.
Monologue: We should only be young ...
We should only have such a desperate love when we are young
And when we grow up
, we can't remember those
sleepless nights because of missing
March: between me and you
it's just his white shirt
it's cloudy. Smiling face
The icebreaker is stranded in your dimple
Basalt is your expressionless side
Your eyes seem to be hidden in a museum
You can't finish visiting every day and every night
You are happy on the left and stop on the right
Between you and me, it is the summer that never grows old
Clouds are infinitely far above the blue sky
I am deeply hidden in my heart between the sky and the earth. .. ...
I love monkeys making faces in the zoo
The botanical garden is silent.
The amusement park and I are standing on the Ferris wheel.
You suddenly turn to smile and say that the angel is on the top.
You are happy on the left and stop on the right.
Between you and me, it is the summer that never grows old.
Clouds are on it, and the blue sky is infinitely far away.
There is my deep love between heaven and earth. Lala ...
Lala Lala Lala [winter and summer]
Lala Lala Lala ...
Lala Lala Lala [love can last forever]
Lala Lala Lala ...
You have an angel behind me
Between you and me, it is magic that lights up the stage of the Time Theatre
.
Monologue: He has been asking ...
He has been asking
Is April Fool's Day my holiday
Sometimes we can deceive ourselves by blindfolding
The world is dark and safe
April: Fool
The prince in fairy tales smiles and doesn't talk
Is your prince me or him? Your prince should smile and talk to you on a white horse.
You won't know that I told that joke like a fool like me.
April Fool's Day is here again. Do you still laugh at me?
It's always your face that you see with angels.
The paper plane flies high, but in the past,
It's sunny and cloudy in winter and summer.
The paper plane is layered with thoughts.
I don't want the angel to land by my side.
The paper plane flies On the back of the mobile phone is your face
You can't see the paper plane flying past you
Your light is dazzling
My ordinary is unremarkable
Wu Yue.
Monologue: Love is like candy ...
Love is like candy
It's scattered everywhere in the playground
Lights are shining and it will never close
May: Love Square
Your eyes are broken, your smile is like the sea
Windows and doors are open and you are waiting under the tree
The button of your school uniform is spoiled for you
You can't let go in your hand
. > like a burst of flowers
just leaning on your shoulder
Polaris pointing in the wrong direction wobbles
staring at your face like this
depicting the shape of happiness
Love Square doesn't close
Listening to your heart beat with your ears open is like a pendulum
The light lights up and you slowly walk onto the stage
Dependent on you, rocking on your bicycle
I hope time will stop. Wait for the movie to play slowly, like time flies
How can we get close to heaven
This is the playground of dreams. It's brightly lit
Just close your eyes and imagine
Guess this happy shape is played repeatedly
Just lean on your shoulder
The Polaris is is also pointing in the wrong direction
Staring at your face like this
Depicting the happy shape
Love Square doesn't close.
Monologue: Words that can't be said ...
Words that can't be said
Stories that haven't been told
Let him forget it
June: He and she
watched him standing under the tree waiting for her, and hearing her coquetry and saying silly things to him
was like watching a movie, a happy and perfect fairy tale
. Suddenly say something stupid
I heard that he planted Bai Meihua for her
I heard that she had long hair for him
Why am I afraid, afraid of lonely years
How can I not struggle and struggle about him
Forget it, let her say something stupid
Remember that he likes to talk to green tea in summer
I talked to him late at night
He and he.
Monologue: It's a hot summer in my memory
It's a hot summer in my memory
They all say that summer is the season of love
But that summer there was a boy
who cried alone in the sunset for a long time
In July: their drift bottles
the playground lights were turned off
Happiness was watched and sadness wandered
Toy soldiers were quiet.