Xu Guangling suddenly had an inspiration, so he came to his desk, spread out his paper and pen, and wrote quickly. In just about two minutes, a song with complete lyrics and music was created, with only some minor modifications missing.
Of course, a song includes not only lyrics, music, but also arrangement.
The song can only be said to be the melody structure of a song, and the arrangement is based on this melody structure, adding details and specific vocal arrangements or presentation of effects. The song is the soul, and the arrangement is the flesh and blood.
It’s hard to say who is superior and who is inferior. The former needs the latter to perform, and the latter needs the former as the core of good presentation.
To put it simply, for example, if a person without any knowledge of music theory or musical instruments hums casually, what he hums is called a song. No matter how bad he is, it is still a "qu", but if he wants to present this piece of music
To come out and form the official "accompaniment" of a song requires considerable professional knowledge.
Under the guidance of his mother, Xu Guangling didn't show much talent in composing lyrics and music in those years. He could only be said to be an average person. However, he accumulated enough relevant knowledge and skills, and arranging music was just a piece of cake.
For Xu Guangling in the past, arranging music was simpler or much easier than composing!
How easy is it? Xu Guangling had only been studying arranging for about a year, and almost all of his mother's songs were handed over to him! In many cases, his opinions even trumped those of his mother, and the final effect was
It shows that in most cases, his handling opinions are indeed better.
Therefore, although the music was only completed at this time, in fact, at the same time, the arrangement plan had basically been formed in Xu Guangling's mind.
What is lacking is just implementation and a little bit of refinement and modification.
The four lines "I mourn, and the world mourns with me" are inappropriate as lyrics, but Xu Guangling likes these lines very much. Of course, it is not so much that he likes them, but that they are actually the lyrics of this song.
The core of the song's lyrics and music, therefore, after some consideration, Xu Guangling arranged it as a narration at the end of the song.
When the melody advances to "I sing loudly, and the world turns into a butterfly, spreading its wings and flying", it suddenly rises, just like a butterfly taking off the shackles of its cocoon, and instantly enters a flying and bright state, and then lasts for about three days.
After five seconds, it stopped abruptly.
After deducing the whole thing in his mind, Xu Guangling expressed satisfaction with this creation.
If in the past, when his mother was here, the lyrics and music he composed could be scored between thirty and seventy points from the beginning to the end, then the night before yesterday, "Father", "Mom", "
These three songs, "There's No Wind and Rain", can basically be rated 80%, and then, taking into account the emotional factors, maybe a few more points can be added.
For today's song, Xu Guangling gave himself a score of ninety points.
After finishing this song, Xu Guangling also felt that he had lost some constraints in his songwriting. All kinds of melodies and phrases were flying in his mind at this moment, just like those years when he was studying with his mother.
The accumulation and brewing began to come alive at this moment.
"Big Dream" is the name Xu Guangling inscribed for this song. When Xu Guangling inscribed these four words on the top of the manuscript paper, Xu Guangling conveniently placed a number "1" behind it, indicating that this would be the song.
It is his first official work.
Those in the past can only be said to be materials for practice.
The previous three songs were personal memories and emotional memorials that could not be released. They would only echo in his mind in this lifetime.
Putting away the manuscript paper, Xu Guangling walked around the room to eat.
Because the room was not very big, the so-called pacing was actually turning in circles, but as he turned around, Xu Guangling discovered that he had inadvertently assumed a Tai Chi posture while digesting food. Realizing this
Afterwards, Xu Guangling shook his head and laughed.
If he wasn't worried about going to sleep after the exercise, Xu Guangling might actually practice Tai Chi again in a more gentle manner, but since he has this worry, it's natural to forget it. - Otherwise, he would sleep twenty times a day.
Hours, what’s going on!
After about twenty minutes of touching, digestion is completed.
Opening his laptop, he checked the time. It was 7:45 pm. At this time, Dasha and Ji Gongzi should be online. Xu Guangling opened QQ and @jia Gongzi in the discussion group created by three people: Gongzi,
Are you there?
Master Jia: Third child, I would like to express my greetings to you on behalf of the people of YN. Are you satisfied with your visit to Fuxian Lake a few days ago? Did the people of YN and the scenery of YN leave a good impression on you?
Dasha: You can only represent yourself, I don’t need your representation, and it seems that the people of YN don’t need your representation either.
Mr. Jia: Tsk, I guess if the third child has any bad impression, the reason is probably with you, and it can only be with you! Silly brother, don’t you have any collectivist spirit at all?
Dasha: Third brother, what do you mean by calling me an alcoholic? What else can this alcoholic do besides drinking?
The wine is too thin to drink: he also knows how to eat.
Xu Guangling put up a picture he just got from Baidu, and then typed: Master, do you know where you can find this kind of wild yam in China? I mean the more famous ones with better quality.
Mr. Jia was still silent or thinking, but Dasha had already spoken.
Dasha: Third brother, you don’t need to ask the drunkard this question, he probably doesn’t know. I’ve told you a long time ago that this guy is in name only, and with his level of wandering around with half a bottle of wine, he can deceive some ignorant people.
generation.
Mr. Jia: Oh, silly brother, I don’t know. Could it be that you actually know?
Dasha: Hahahahaha.
Not only was this person typing, but he also posted several animations of laughing expressions of various characters in various forms. After posting, he typed again at the bottom, temporarily changing the font size to bold and red.
Dasha: I really know!
The wine is too thin to be drunk: I would like to hear the details.
Good Master: Close your ears and listen.
Dasha: It’s a pity that there is another deaf person in the world. Third brother, this is really a coincidence. Not far from my hometown, it is just a hill. In fact, it is not a mountain. It is the kind of high mountain. Our locals call it Gongjiling.
There are many things like this. What does it do, you ask?
The wine is too thin to drink: I want to get some back and make vermicelli.
Mr. Jia:?
Dasha:!
Dasha: This thing can also be used to make vermicelli? How to make it? Where to make it?
The wine is too thin to drink: I make it myself.
Dasha:!
Mr. Jiajia:!
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