Cultural Scholar: Famous in the World from the Universal History

"Brother, is it really Mr. Qin Wen's reply?" Zhou Qiming leaned over to look.

Zhou Long nodded, but his expression quieted down.

It's just that the nose feels a little sour.

"Let's take a look. "

"It's okay, I won't read the content, as long as I know that it's Mr. Qin Wen's reply. Zhou Qiming said.

Zhou Long looked carefully from the front of the letter.

After reading it once, he couldn't help but smile on his face.

Then he looked at it again.

Look at it repeatedly.

I'm afraid I'll miss a word.

Looking at Zhou Qiming's excited eyes, Zhou Long smiled, knowing that he still couldn't help but be curious, so he said: "Mr. Qin Wen said that I have some talent in the field of poetry and encouraged me to continue writing. "

"Hehe, I knew that brother, you worked so hard, you would definitely be appreciated. Zhou Qiming said with a smile.

Zhou Long shook his head and said, "I haven't worked hard enough, I haven't invested enough ......."

He didn't actually have a word in his heart, he felt that he was still too vulnerable.

Once faced with real setbacks, it is easy to be completely discouraged and deny everything about yourself.

"Cheer up, there is still a long way to go," Zhou Long said secretly in his heart, "Mr. Qin Wen, I will definitely meet and talk to you as a real poet in ......the future."

He was not willing to live up to everyone's expectations anymore.

......

Jiangshi Conservatory of Music.

Study room.

Zong Xiang raised his head from the thick professional book, looked at the dark sky outside the window, and was a little confused for a moment.

"It's so late......

".

She froze for a moment, then put away her review books and walked to the cafeteria.

As she walked, she looked at the group messages of various groups on her phone.

A piece of it is full of all kinds of "received".

"All received ......".

She sighed.

Walking to the cafeteria, she ordered dinner and sat alone in the corner to eat.

She doesn't like places where there are too many people.

I don't like to be noticed either.

Except for the necessary stage performances, she is basically used to being alone.

"In a few days, there will be music performances from several colleges, what song should I choose?".

Zong Xiang frowned and thought.

She is a second-year student majoring in composition.

If it was a competition, she would naturally not be allowed to go on stage, and most of them were instrumental music students.

However, this performance is a bit like a campus party, so students from each major have to send someone on stage.

And the composition major was selected by Zong Xiang.

But what can she, a composition professional, perform?

How do you compose music when you perform on stage?

Stop it.

You can only play musical instruments.

Fortunately, every composition major must know a few instruments, although it is not as good as instrumental music students, but it is not too bad, otherwise there will be no way to compose music at all.

“...... It's too hard. "

She flipped out her phone and browsed the internet for some suitable piano music.

In fact, she has written many tunes herself, and she has also won some awards from domestic universities.

But she always felt that her works were not too mature and did not have a real masterpiece, so she was reluctant to play her own songs.

"Eh, Liang Zhu?".

Zong Xiang flipped through and saw a video, the video was only four words:

New song: "Liang Zhu".

Of course, if you just show new songs, you can't attract her, because there are too many new songs created in China every year, and you can't listen to them at all.

The key is that the number of views of this video has reached more than 300,000.

A simple video of more than three minutes, the comments have reached tens of thousands.

It's a rare thing.

Generally speaking, it is good for comments to have three percent of the playback, and the proportion of one-tenth basically represents that they are very popular with netizens.

Putting on the headphones, Zong Xiang clicked on the video.

A beautiful melody flows.

Affectionate and elegant, beautiful and beautiful.

The ups and downs of the melody, like pouring out, make people involuntarily intoxicated.

Three minutes passed.

The song stops, and the aftertaste is long.

Zong Xiang slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were very complicated.

She was glad she had found a piece to play, but she couldn't be happier when she heard it.

Because that faint poignant melody still remained in her heart.

"Why is it called "Liang Zhu"?".

After calming down, Zong Xiang's first thought was this.

She clicked on the comment:

"The melody is so beautiful, the sky is thousands of miles of autumn geese, and the distant mountains are ...... away".

"The first time I heard it, it felt like a faint love, but after listening to it a few times, I felt very affectionate, and I couldn't put it into words. "

"Why did you choose this name, is there any special story?".

"Gentle and free like the wind. "

"Does anyone know this author, it's called Honglu, I guess it's a big guy. "

"I feel that the author has a very poignant story in his heart, which is why he was able to write such a song. "

"It sounds like two people are talking, sometimes whispering, sometimes melodious and tactful, sometimes sad, sometimes vowing, there is a natural expression of affection ......".

“......"

Flipping through some accurate comments, Zong Xiang couldn't help but agree.

Whether a piece of music can be called good depends on whether it can arouse your emotions.

or sorrow, or joy, or sorrow, or pain, ......

And this piece is clearly related to love, but the whole theme has a touch of poignant.

"But how do you contact this creator?".

Thinking of this question, Zong Xiang began to worry again.

Because you need copyright to perform someone else's work.

If you're playing solo in private or with a few good friends, you don't need to get copyright permission.

However, for for-profit performances, the creator's permission is required.

Even if the show is not related to profit, it is a public performance and will have a certain influence.

So Zong Xiang felt that he had to get permission from the creator.

I clicked on Honglu's account and searched carefully, but I didn't find any contact information.

"This ...... I'll leave a message for his backstage, I don't know if he will read it, if he doesn't reply, he can only change the tune, it's a pity......

".

Life is not easy, Zong Xiang sighed.