Perfect Superstar

More and more people gathered around the riverside campfire, feeling that all the pastoralists of the entire hunting grounds had arrived, and the flaming light of the bear lit a face, as if it were a giant oil painting, but it was breathtaking.

The jade-like water spring river flows quietly across the grasslands, the sparkle of waves is the glow of the moon, the hissing of the horses from afar, the light wind blows through, the air with the scent of earth and green grass.

In the eyes of all, Lu Chen Dabao walked to the front of an old herder and bowed down to ask, “Old man, can I borrow your horse? ”

The old herder was old, his dark skin cracked deep into his years, his hair grey, his eyes cloudy, but he played the horse guitar to a very high standard.

When Lu Chen borrowed the violin from himself, he grinned and revealed a scorched yellow tooth. An old face wrinkled into daisies. He handed Lu Chen the horsehead in his arms in large part: “Here! ”

“Thanks!”

Lu Chen picked up the violin in his hand and bowed again to thank him.

The piano looks very old and is estimated to be no younger than the old herder in front of it, but well maintained, with fairly thoughtful materials for the head, pole, and resonance box, and a dark brown red surface with obvious grout.

Such a horsehead with a long history, only the knowledgeable know its precious value.

Everyone was surprised.

Whether it's Uncle Beggar and other hunting pastoralists, Chuck, Shilang and other drama team members, nobody thought Lu Chen would actually be accompanied by a horse violin.

A lot of people here know Lu Chen's guitar is excellent, but the guitar and the horse violin are completely different, he can't play the horse violin with guitar skills, right?

That's a joke!

Lu Chen sat down on the little maza and slightly tried his hand with the horse and said: “For the first time in the Mongolian prairie, this place is really beautiful, it feels like my dream home! ”

“Thank you very much for the hospitality of our Mongolian friends, so this song is for you! ”

Though many people gathered around him, Lu Chen spoke politely and quietly so that his voice could be clearly communicated to everyone's ears.

When Lu Chen praised the Mongolian prairie, the pastoralists smiled proudly, and his voice fell, and the enthusiastic pastoralists immediately sent a warm round of applause.

Lu Chen waited for his applause to calm down and said: "The name of this song is...”

“Beautiful meadow, my home! ”

Beautiful meadow, my home?

Zhang Ke, Shi Lang and other drama crew members couldn't help but face each other because they had never heard the song.

Mongolian pastoralists basically understand Chinese. They don't know that this song comes from the original Lu Chen song. It's so appetizing to hear the song name —— beautiful meadows, isn't it their home?

So again, everybody clapped and clapped and shouted.

Among those present was only Chen Fei's heart. She stared deeply at the landing morning, her eyes filled with tender love and pride.

“Sister Phil...”

At this time, a lovely figure snuck into Chen Fei's side.

Chen Felton laughed: "Sister Guenthana! ”

The little Mongolian girl had a shame on her face, and Aidi whispered: “Sister Phil, I gave my whip to this Lu Chen brother. ”

Daughters on the prairie dare to love and hate. When they meet someone they like, they dare to speak voluntarily. They will never hide their hearts and let others guess, and Gegentana is no exception.

She had never seen a handsome Han man like Lu Chen before, so she sent her own whip.

But then think about it, Lu Chen is Sister Phil's boyfriend. This is not the right thing to do. Therefore, after a fierce intellectual struggle, he finally came to confess to Chen Phil: “... don't be angry. ”

“Silly sister...”

Chen Fei smiled and held Gwentana in her arms. “Sister won't be angry because she knows that Gwentana is a good girl, so... let's listen to the song together! ”

How can she be so jealous of the little girl's adorable feelings when she loves Guggentana?

Men like Lu Chen, many girls like it is normal!

And this way, Lu Chen has begun his singing.

The horse headband is loud and plays a beautiful melody.

“Beautiful meadow my home,

The wind blows green grass all over the ground,

The colored butterflies fly and the birds sing.

A curved water movie of Evening Summer,

The horses are like clouds of colour.

Cows and sheep are like pearls.

Ahhhhh ~

The shepherd plays a song and the song is full of joy!

…… ”

This "Beautiful Prairie My Home" is a widely disseminated classic in the Lu Chen Dream World. The song has been recited by countless singers in beautiful pastoral tunes, celebrating the picturesque scenery of Mongolian prairies and the happy life of pastoralists.

Lu Chen plays with a horse headband, which is called the original interpretation, the first two bars go up in a row, as if the shepherd climbed up to the vast grassland, Mongolian bags blooming like lotus flowers and cows and sheep spilled on the pasture like pearls, leaving people to immerse themselves in the atmosphere created by the song.

Later on, there was a sublimation in the rhetoric, talking about the unlimited beauty of pastoralists' feelings about their homeland, the ups and downs and the progressive layer of narrative, which made the song more pornographic.

At this moment, here and here, who can not be drunk with this song?

“ ……

Beautiful meadow my home,

Aquatic grass. I love it.

The grassland is like a green sea.

The felt bag is like a white lotus.

Pastoralists depict happiness,

Spring light is picturesque.

Ahhhhh ~

The shepherd sings and sings joyfully.

The shepherd plays a song and the song is full of joy! ”

The structure of the second paragraph is exactly the same as before, and the square development of the four sentences, in addition to deeper enhancement of the rhetoric, is more obvious in terms of the lyrical aspect.

Especially one of the long sounds in the closing sentence, with intense affection, is the author's love and love of the beautiful prairie, a relentless confession.

The music and songs roam between the bags of Mongolia, across the Springs River and on the meadows of the infinite!

Until the end of Lu Chen's performance, no one spoke, quietly surrounded by the magic of time, only the beeping sound of firewood burning in the bonfire pile was a reminder.

Many pastoralists hear like drunk, and many even have crystal-clear tears in their eyes.

Born in S, grown in S, cried in S, must die in S!

Perhaps they do not know these words, but their love for the countryside has long been blended into bone blood, and that fierce emotion was completely inspired by Lu Chen's song at this moment.

Beautiful meadow, my home!

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Note: "Beautiful Meadows, My Home" Written by: Flame Composer: Alatenol.