What is the level of Chinese style lyrics of vincent fang who doesn't blow or black?

I think, looking at the whole music scene in China, the level of Fang Zhouzi's lyrics is quite high and unique. Although some lyrics, or rhetoric, or far-fetched, but can not be covered up in the overall flaws, you have to admit his talent.

I know Fang Gang listened to Jay Chou's answer straight. I read the lyrics because I couldn't hear what I was singing. Words fly with colorful, spiritual and free imagination, which makes me feel amazing. It has a strong sense of picture and lens beauty, full of classical images, and brings together great mountains and rivers. He used the scenery skills of blending scenes in classical poetry and the rhetoric techniques commonly used in modern poetry, and he became familiar with it, and his pen fell between his wrists as lightly as Chinese painting. We may not understand ancient poetry and classical Chinese, but semi-ancient and semi-white songs can touch the heartstrings and spread easily.

It can be seen that Vincent Fang, who got up early, didn't write much love songs, but I think a love song is the best in the field of love songs at the same time. The following Qilixiang can be said to be the peak of love songs. Does anyone think such lyrics are rhetoric? How many words are there in Qilixiang's lyrics that primary school students don't know? It is such a simple sentence, but it gives people the most real touch. It is not easy to combine neat rhyme with delicate words. As a Cantonese, I was deeply impressed by a poem in the book: "In the evening, order Cantonese porridge in Min dialect/stir-fry in a food stall in Temple Street" (Peninsula Tin Box). Between the lines, there is a smell of fireworks, which is very warm. Conversely, many of Fang Zhouzi's lyrics, such as "Shanghai 1943", are actually lyrics and can be read as poems without music.

When the spring rain is falling, listen to a piece of Vincent Fang's work and recall a good time of mutual understanding and commitment. The eyebrows are still infatuated, and the old days are gone forever. When playing the conductor, how many hairs turn white and how many gorgeous ones fade.