More and more people gathered around the bonfire by the river. It felt like all the herdsmen in the hunting ground had arrived. The light from the burning fire illuminated the faces, like a huge oil painting, yet extremely vivid.
The jade ribbon-like spring river flowed quietly on the grassland, the ripples sparkling. That was the radiance of the moon. The neighing of steeds could be heard from afar. A light breeze blew past, carrying the fragrance of earth and grass in the air.
Under everyone's gaze, Lu Chen strode up to an old herdsman, bowed and asked, "Sir, may I borrow your horse-head zither?"
The old herdsman was very old. The dark skin on his face showed deep scars of time. His hair was white, and his eyes were cloudy. However, he was very good at playing the horse-head zither.
Hearing that Lu Chen wanted to borrow his zither, the old herdsman grinned, revealing his uneven yellow teeth. His wrinkled face looked like a chrysanthemum. He generously handed the zither to Lu Chen, "Here!"
"Thank you!"
Lu Chen took the zither and bowed again to express his gratitude.
The zither looked very old, probably as old as the old herdsman in front of him, but it was well maintained. The materials used for the head, the shaft, and the resonating box were quite exquisite. The dark maroon surface had a clear coating.
Only those who knew their stuff would know how precious such an ancient horse-head zither was.
Everyone was shocked.
Be it Uncle Begging and the other herdsmen, or the crew members like Zhang Ke and Shi Lang, no one had expected Lu Chen to play with a horse-head zither.
Many people present knew that Lu Chen played the guitar very well, but a guitar and a horse-head zither were two different things. He could not possibly play a horse-head zither with the same technique he used on the guitar, could he?
That would be a joke!
Lu Chen sat down on a small folding stool. He held the horse-head zither in his arms and said, "This is my first time coming to the Mongolian grassland. It's so beautiful, it feels like the home of my dreams!
"At the same time, I'm very grateful to my Mongolian friends for your hospitality, so this song is for you!"
Although there were a lot of people gathered around, when Lu Chen spoke, everyone was very polite to keep quiet, so his voice could be clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.
Hearing Lu Chen's praise for the Mongolian Steppe, the herdsmen smiled proudly. As soon as he finished speaking, the enthusiastic herdsmen immediately gave him a round of applause.
Lu Chen smiled and waited for the applause to subside. Then he said, "The name of this song is …"
"The beautiful grassland is my home!"
The beautiful grassland is my home?
Zhang Ke, Shi Lang, and the other crew members couldn't help but look at each other, because they had never heard this song before.
The Mongolian herdsmen could basically understand Chinese. They didn't know that this song was an original work by Lu Chen. When they heard the title of the song, they felt that it was perfect. Wasn't the beautiful grassland their home?
Therefore, everyone clapped and cheered again.
Among the people present, only Chen Fei'er understood. She gazed at Lu Chen affectionately. Her eyes were filled with gentle love and pride.
"Sister Fei'er …"
At this moment, a delicate figure quietly came to Chen Fei'er's side.
Chen Fei'er immediately smiled. "Sister Gegentana!"
The little Mongolian girl had a look of shame on her face. She stammered and said in a low voice, "Sister Fei'er, I gave my whip to Brother Lu Chen."
Women on the grassland dared to love and hate. When they met someone they liked, they dared to take the initiative to confess. They would never hide their feelings for others to guess. Gegentana was no exception.
She had never seen a Han man as handsome as Lu Chen, so she gave him her whip.
But after thinking about it, Lu Chen was Sister Fei'er's boyfriend. It was wrong of her to do so. Therefore, after a fierce struggle, she finally came to Chen Fei'er and apologized. "… Don't be angry."
"Silly sister …"
Chen Fei'er smiled and held Gegentana in her arms. "Sister won't be angry, because sister knows that Gegentana is a good girl, so … let's listen to the song together!"
She liked Gegentana very much. How could she be jealous and angry because of the little girl's budding feelings?
It was normal for many girls to like a man like Lu Chen!
On the other side, Lu Chen had already begun to sing.
The sound of the horse-head zither was melodious, playing a beautiful melody.
"The beautiful grassland is my home,
The wind blows the green grass and flowers everywhere,
Butterflies flutter and birds sing,
A bend of clear water reflects the sunset glow,
Steeds are like colorful clouds,
Cattle and sheep scatter like pearls.
Ah, ha, ha ~
The Shepherd Girl sang loudly, and her happy voice filled the world!
… … "
The song "The beautiful grassland is my home" was a widely sung classic in Lu Chen's dream world. The song, with a beautiful pastoral tune, praised the picturesque scenery of the Mongolian grassland and the happy life of the herdsmen, and had been covered by countless singers.
Lu Chen played the horse-head zither, and it could be said to be an original interpretation. The first two bars were a series of upward and upward movements, as if herdsmen were climbing high to overlook the vast grassland, the yurts blooming like lotus flowers and the cattle and sheep scattered on the pasture like pearls, making people involuntarily immersed in the atmosphere created by the song.
Later, there was a sublimation in the music, pouring out the infinite praise of the herdsmen for the beauty of their hometown. The continuous ups and downs and a progressive sense of narration made the lyrical color of the song more rich.
At this moment, this place, this scenery, this zither, this song, who could not be intoxicated?
"… …
The beautiful grassland is my home,
The water is clear and the grass is beautiful, I love it
The grassland is like a green sea,
The yurts are like white lotus flowers
The herdsmen describe a happy scene,
The spring scenery is picturesque,
Ah, ha, ha, ha ~
The Shepherd girl sings loudly, her happy voice is heard all over the world,
The Shepherd girl sings loudly, her happy voice is heard all over the world! "
The structure of the second paragraph was exactly the same as the previous one. The four phrases developed in a square, in addition to a deeper level of improvement in the music, in terms of lyricism, there was a more lingering charm.
In particular, there was a long note in the last sentence, with a strong attachment, that was the author's love and love for the beautiful grassland, a reluctant confession.
The sound of the zither and the song lingered, drifting between the yurts, across the spring river, and fluttering over the boundless grassland!
Until the end of Lu Chen's singing, no one spoke. The surroundings were quiet, as if a magic of time had been cast, and only the crackling sound of the firewood burning in the bonfire reminded people.
Many herdsmen were intoxicated by the song, and many even had tears in their eyes.
Born here, grow up here, sing here, cry here, and die here!
Perhaps they did not know these words, but their love for their hometown had long been integrated into their bones and blood, and that strong and blazing emotion was completely aroused by Lu Chen's singing at this moment.
The beautiful grassland is my home!
… …
Note: 'The beautiful grassland is my home' Lyricist: Huohua/Composer: Alateng Ole.
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