Chapter 687 "Birch Forest"
Putting on the down jacket, Xu Nuo pulled Lin Wanqing and ran into the snow.
“Tsk, tsk, it’s like I’ve never seen snow before.” Zhao Lei was not interested. He put his hands into his sleeves and strolled leisurely like an old man.
Although the others were also excited, they were much better.
Among so many people, only two southerners, Xu Nuo and Lin Wanqing, saw snow as if they were seeing treasure.
"If Dou E was in Kanas at that time, I think the story of flying snow in June would not exist." Xiao Sa stretched out his hand and squeezed a snow ball, sighing.
"You scholars are just bad, full of bad ideas." Zhao Lei laughed.
"Watch the trick!" Xiao Sa hit Zhao Lei on the neck with a snowball.
A war is inevitable.
Xu Nuo happily took Lin Wanqing to take a photo, and then sent it to the old couple, "Look! It's snowing in June!"
Snow falling in June is simply unbelievable to them.
"Oops! Someone is attacking!" Lin Wanqing screamed and hid behind Xu Nuo.
Four snowballs hit Xu Nuo on his back.
“Don’t run away!” Xu Nuo turned around and started to squeeze snowballs, hitting them accurately.
The situation changed instantly. Lin Wanqing squeezed a snowball and promised to take charge of the attack. Several people were hit so hard that they couldn't stand it and fled in all directions.
Xu Nuo chased Zhao Lei for several hundred meters.
He was the mastermind just now, and he was the one who had the most fun.
“Hurry, follow them!”
The director shouted urgently, “Don’t let them fight.”
A group of people rushed into a forest. inside.
When they found Xu Nuo and Zhao Lei, they had already ceased fire and stood silently in front of a tombstone.
Zhang Ziqiang leaned over, "What is going on?"
"Tombstone."
Xu Nuo said softly.
Zhang Ziqiang moved closer and saw clearly the words written on the tombstone.
"I can't wait for you to come back."
Just eight words, but a lifetime of bitterness.
Zhang Ziqiang looked carefully and pondered for a long time, "It looks like a woman's tombstone."
Xu Nuo reached out and swept away the snow on the tombstone, revealing the entire tombstone.
The tombstone is very old and the writing on it is a little blurry.
At this time, Director Li and a local village chief-looking man also came over.
"Village Chief Abra, why is this tombstone here?" Director Li asked.
Abula looked down at the tombstone with gray hair and fell into memories.
No one disturbed him, and waited quietly for Abdullah to speak.
After a long time, Abra sighed, "I also heard it from the old man."
As soon as the village chief opened his mouth, the sense of story came to his face.
As soon as the old village chief got old, he would hear this story from the old man.
“This is a story from a long time ago. Eighty or ninety years ago, the motherland was invaded. Although the war did not spread to Japan, many people responded to the call, shared the same fate with the motherland, and rushed to the front line. Join the war.”
“Wulamuail Abdurexiti is such a passionate man. He actively responded to the call and went to the front line of the Anti-Japanese War with weapons,” said the village chief. When the name came out, everyone was a little nervous.
This name is a bit difficult to pronounce.
“Wulam Ali Abdulrexiti left and never came back. Many years later, all he came back with was a certificate of sacrifice.”
Village The chief continued to tell the story.
"Ainur Niazi has been waiting for him to come back since he left. This birch forest is the place they agreed on." The village chief sighed.
“Ainur is the owner of this tombstone. About sixty years ago, when I was not born yet, Ainur became sick with worry and died of illness. Later, people in the village She was buried here.”
We have finished telling the story of the village chief Abula, a very sad story.
Everyone was silent.
A passionate young man traveled thousands of miles to the front line, picked up the weapons in his hands and fought for the peace of the motherland.
A beautiful girl was silently waiting for her lover's return in her hometown, but she only waited for the news of her lover's death.
Xu Nuo silently squatted down and pulled out the weeds around him.
Everyone bowed and left the birch forest.
After walking out of the birch forest, Xu Nuo suddenly stopped.
"Should this story be known to everyone?" He looked at everyone.
"Do you have any good ideas?"
"I want to dedicate a song to them." Xunuo looked back at the birch forest in the snow.
A guitar was handed over, and Xu promised to stand outside the birch forest.
"A song "White Birch Forest" is dedicated to them."
The snow in the sky is still falling.
The guitar intro sounds melancholy and serious.
“The quiet village is covered with white snow,
Doves fly under the hazy sky,
The two names are engraved on the birch trees,
They swear to love each other for the rest of their lives. ”
The low voice, the dim sky, the atmosphere becomes tense and solemn.
At the beginning of the third or fourth sentence, the melody jumps again, making the mood twists and turns.
Promise is like a storyteller. Unlike the story told by the village chief Abula, his story is very concise and does not leave much room for imagination.
But the song has more emotions, promising to become a second storyteller.
He was telling a story he heard from the village chief Abula.
The story of a pair of lovers who parted and died during the war years, a story full of tragic beauty.
“One day the war came to my hometown,
The young man picked up his gun and ran to the frontier,
My sweetheart, don’t worry about me,
waiting for my return in the birch forest. ”
The singing voice of Promise is not as sonorous and powerful as the songs sung before. It is a bit like an aria, like reciting, and has a special feeling.
Abula Village Chief Beard Trembling constantly, he looked at the birch forest behind Xu Nuo, tears sliding down the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes
Although Xu Nuo sang the story he told, he truly felt the sadness in the story.
I can’t come back, nothing can come back.
The snow is still falling, getting heavier and heavier, the cold wind is howling, blowing the leaves of the birch forest, and the sound of shalala is like the harmony of the birch forest.
“The sky is still hazy and there are still doves flying,
Who will prove the love and life without tombstones,
The snow is still falling, the village is still peaceful,
The young people disappear in the birch forest. ”
It’s still those words, but after rearrangement and combination, people can’t help but think of things and people.
Some fans immediately thought of "Fireworks Easily Cold", and the same A sad story, the same waiting came to nothing.
"The rain fell heavily in my old hometown and the trees were deep" and "the snow was still falling, and the village was still peaceful".
"Fireworks Easily Cold" describes a collapsed mountain gate and overgrown weeds, while "White Birch Forest" depicts a village still peaceful. The two completely different scenes have the same effect - highlighting the changes in things and people.
In the snow, there is only the sound of falling snow and sad singing.
“The bad news came that afternoon,
My sweetheart died in a distant battlefield,
She silently came to the birch forest,
I stay there every day with eager eyes. ”
Abula burst into tears. This story he had heard since he was a child seemed to suddenly have new vitality at this moment.
He was not very good at telling stories, even after hearing this Many times, he would only dryly describe the process and ending.
But from this song, he heard more things that he could not tell.
Abulazhai. He took off his hat and let the snow fall on his gray hair.
When the others saw this, they also took off their hats and stood aside, listening to the story quietly.
Xu Nuo hugged the guitar and blew out a puff of mist.
“She said he was just lost in the distance,
He will definitely come to this birch forest,
The sky is still hazy and there are still pigeons flying,
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Who will prove the love and life without tombstones. ”
Even when singing the most emotional part, the voice of Promise is still very restrained.
He is not Ulamu Ali Abdulrexiti, not Ainur Niya Zi, he is just a bystander.
In other words, he is playing the role of a bard. The story is like this. The specific emotions should be felt by the listener.
Each sentence is a description, describing the development of the story without any evaluation.
"The snow is still falling, the village is still peaceful,
The young people disappear in the birch forest,
The long road is coming to an end,
The girl is already white The style of singing is probably the most suitable for this couple from the last century.
The audience seemed to have seen the heroic Ulamu Aili and Ainur cuddling happily in the birch forest, and the whole forest was filled with laughter and laughter.
Time passed and the artillery fire spread. At the call of a plainly dressed man, Wulamu Aili resolutely picked up his weapon and left the birch forest.
Ainur waved goodbye with tears in his eyes.
The birch forest changes from green to yellow, and then from yellow to green.
Spring passed and autumn came again. The young and beautiful Ainur’s face was covered with wrinkles and her hair began to turn gray.
There was no laughter in the birch forest, and there was only one lonely figure.
“She often heard him calling from her pillow,
Come on, dear, come to this birch forest,
She murmured when she died,
I am here and waiting for you in the birch forest.”
With its poignant tune and lyrics that are subtle and restrained but full of stories, "Birch Forest" fascinated the program team and Abula.
The snow was falling harder and harder, the wind was getting stronger and stronger, and everyone stood quietly outside the birch forest.
The sound of wind, snow, rustling of leaves, and the sound of everyone breathing formed a wonderful picture.
A layer of snow has already piled up in Abu La's hat, and the white hair on his head looks even more desolate.
There is a layer of snow above everyone's head.
The cameraman held his breath and recorded this scene.
After a long time, everyone came back to their senses.
"It's snowing heavily, let's go back."
Everyone took one last look at the birch forest, then turned around and headed back to the village.
And this song "White Birch Forest" has also become the last famous scene of the second season of "Singing China".
Countless netizens are crazy about "White Birch Forest", and some are even willing to make a special trip to Kanas for this song.
The charm of music can sometimes overcome obstacles.
Due to the heavy snow, the travel plan to Kanas was canceled, but the Altay Culture and Tourism Bureau was already satisfied.
The song "Birch Forest" has the story of Wulamu Aili, and no one can take it away.
(End of this chapter)