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Chapter 182 Rain on Qingming Festival (1)
Next, Shen Yan'an's "Rain on Qingming Festival" was recorded. This song is one of Song Song's representative works in her previous life, as well as a representative work of Chinese style music. Luo Li in her previous life liked this song very much, and she uploaded it to the music platform without stopping.
Luo Li also published a long article on Weibo, which instantly ignited the enthusiasm of fans and netizens.
"Guofeng (traditional Chinese style) is a brilliant treasure that has been accumulated in the long history of China. It is a cultural imprint engraved in the bones of the Chinese people and a beautiful spark created by the collision of tradition and modernity."
Luo Li's microblog opens with such affectionate and powerful words, launching a wonderful exposition on traditional Chinese style.
"It is the romance in poetry and songs, from the simple charm of 'Guan Guan cry the ospreys, on the islet in the river' to the heroic spirit of 'The great river flows eastward, its waves sweeping away countless heroes of the past,' with the emotions and philosophies of the ancients hidden in the tones and rhymes."
It embodies the elegance of traditional clothing. The wide sleeves and flowing skirts of Hanfu, with their graceful lines, outline the gentle and refined temperament of the East; while the tailored cut and exquisite buttons of Qipao fully showcase the grace and poise of women.
It is the grandeur of traditional architecture, with flying eaves and brackets, like birds spreading their wings, showing dynamism in solemnity; the square layout of the courtyard house contains the family concept of heaven being round and earth being square, and the order of seniority.
It is the result of exquisite traditional craftsmanship. The Suzhou embroidery technique is delicate, and the flowers, birds, fish and insects embroidered are lifelike. The intense heat during the firing of ceramics gives the objects a warm luster and unique texture.
Traditional Chinese style, a profound heritage passed down for thousands of years, is an enduring and ever-renewing Eastern aesthetic. It shines brightly through the ages, attracting us to continuously explore, inherit, and promote it. Below is a traditional Chinese style song, "Rain on Qingming Festival," for everyone! (A link to the song is attached at the end of the article.)
The moment the microblog was posted, the comment section exploded. "Did Yue remember her microblog password? This is the second time she's posted a microblog today!"
One fan joked. Another speculated, "Is Luo Li trying to clear her name? Xiao Heizi said she chose a theme she's good at, is she going to sing a song for every other theme?"
Of course, there was also an expectation for music: "I can have another stack of good songs!" Various comments spread, pushing the popularity of this microblog to a climax.
Among the many followers is a junior college student named Wei Lele. Born into a scholarly family, she was immersed in traditional culture from a young age and has a strong interest in music.
However, in the current wave of popular music, those catchy songs filled with simple melodies and empty lyrics are really hard to resonate with her.
Her connection with Luo Li began with the magnificent song "Heaven and Earth Dragon Scales". From then on, she immersed herself in Luo Li's musical world, savoring all of his songs and becoming a loyal fan.
When she saw Luo Li's Weibo post, she couldn't wait to click on the link to "Rain on Qingming Festival".
As the song's intro slowly began, its simple yet melodious tune, like a gentle breeze, instantly transported Wei Lele back to her childhood days of visiting graves with her elders.
The green hills stretch endlessly, the drizzle falls like silk, and tombstones stand in rows, a faint sadness quietly spreading in my heart.
"The first rays of dawn pierce through the window."
Rizhao West Bridge
"The clouds sway on their own"
As the song began, a scene of early morning seemed to appear before Wei Lele's eyes: the morning sun shone through the window onto the ancient West Bridge, and the clouds drifted freely.
The lyrics "Thinking of your clothes swaying gently in the breeze back then" made her heart tremble. She couldn't help but think of her deceased relatives and the beautiful times they had spent together, which flashed through her mind like scenes from a movie.
In that innocent era, the smiles of loved ones were so warm, and their every move was deeply imprinted in my memory.
Now, as time goes by, those familiar figures have gradually faded into the distance, leaving only endless longing.
"Wood carvings gleaming with gold,"
Ripples of time
I stopped writing seven years ago.
"Because I only write for you in this life."
As Wei Lele listened to these lyrics, she was filled with emotion. She seemed to see a talented writer who, in the long river of time, abandoned the troubles of the world for the sake of the sincere feelings in his heart, and poured all his thoughts into his writing.
This kind of dedication and perseverance in love is especially precious in today's fast-paced world. She couldn't help but think of her own life; in this materialistic world, people are always busy chasing fame and fortune, often neglecting the most precious emotions around them.
This song, "Rain on Qingming Festival," is like a clear spring flowing into her heart, allowing her to find a peaceful haven in this noisy world.
Rain blurred my vision.
Year after year, I lean against the well, longing for my return to the hall.
The worst thing is when you don't even realize that two lines of tears have already fallen.
Hearing this, Wei Lele's eyes gradually welled up with tears. She recalled the scene of her family gathering together every year during the Qingming Festival to worship their ancestors. That ancient well had witnessed the changes of time and carried the family's longing for their deceased loved ones.
Every year during the Qingming Festival, people gather around the well to tell stories of their ancestors. These stories contain laughter, tears, and a steadfast commitment to family traditions.
Now, as she grows older, her understanding of this family bond has deepened. She knows that no matter how time flows, family will always be the warmest harbor in her heart.
However, time is merciless, and the departure of loved ones always catches people off guard. That deep longing, just like described in these lyrics, makes tears fall silently without warning.
I wander aimlessly in this world.
I can't find your paradise.
Place the vase to the east and the mirror to the west.
"I can't forget it"
These lyrics brought the song's sorrow and helplessness to a climax. Wei Lele felt a deep loneliness and confusion, as if she were in a vast sea of people, yet she could never find the place where her soul could belong.
The imagery of "a vase on the east and a mirror on the west" reminded her of the main room in her home, furnished with traditional furniture. In that room, filled with a rustic charm, the vase and mirror stood quietly, serving not only as decoration but also as symbols of her family's culture.
However, with the rapid development of society, many traditional cultures are gradually being forgotten. Wei Lele felt a strong sense of mission and hoped to do her part to help more people understand and pass on these precious cultural heritages.