Love in the decline of Hong Kong music: words rise and fall, words are in full bloom

such collective memories testify that no matter how cold the times are, there is nothing to be afraid of.

enter Hong Kong Le Shenkeng for more than ten years, resulting from an accident. One day at Tianya, I saw a tall building post named "Vision Department Huang Yaoming". A group of people knew that they were "black" and "praised". They loved them. For an ignorant girl who only knows that "breathing is your face and your curve is spreading" is the sculptural face of Boss Huang, she has no gossip reserve, but she still climbs the stairs at three or four o'clock in the morning, laughing and excited. It happened to be shocked by the "crack" into heaven and man and completely fell.

compared to Boss Huang's gorgeous voice, I was more amazed at the word "crack". Why someone can broadcast the text so beautiful, thrilling, and deceitful beauty is simply a cool breath, it is no exaggeration to say that the whole body is full of goosebumps.

if I didn't love Lin Maid (Lin Xi), Huang Shizuo (Huang Weiwen), and Zhou Youfei (Zhou Yaohui), I wouldn't love Hong Kong music so deeply.

weak Qian Qian is like Lin Xi. The Hong Kong champion of that year entered the School of Arts of the University of Hong Kong, graduated with a master's degree, and devoted himself to the lyrics. Bold speech "fill in the words first, body second." Love, 'pretend' the third ", there must be ignorance in life, and then success. The pseudonym Lin Xi was dismantled in "Dream", which is a pipe dream.

he is a fan of Su Dongpo, and his favorite poem is Su Shi's poem "looking back on the bleak place and going back, there is no wind, rain or sunshine."Su Dongpo is more transparent, rain can not be rain, and he is happy in adversity, so sunny is not a sunny day, and the impermanence of all laws has nothing to do with his state of mind." Qing can be empathetic. From then on, he wrote about all the gloom and emptiness of the world and the tedious feelings in his heart.

I am Voldemort so deep that I can shoot at such a steep angle

Lin Xi's original name is Liang Weiwen. There is another Weiwen who is equally divided from him in the world of ci, called Huang Weiwen. This gentleman looks a bit like Su Shi, with a fat belly of Peng Heng and a naive attitude. It is hard to imagine that the five big and three strong men can be androgynous, writing the market talk and boudoir talk delicately and delicately, like itching under a mane, both expensive and vulgar, scratching the most difficult and suffocating itch on the tip of the heart.

I am so unruly

as for Lin Xi's HKU alumni Zhou Yaohui and Lee Chack-Hsiung, they are the standard literati: chic, elegant, sensitive, and gentle. One year, when he attended a lecture held by Zhou Yaohui in Beijing, he came out in a silver suit: what a handsome man who is so soft that he can squeeze out the water.

I also ran into Lee Chack-Hsiung at this concert. Well, to be exact, it is the back of Mr. Lee Chack-hsiung's head. Unexpectedly, the "black shirt" sitting directly in front of me who handed me a cheat sheet and complained about blocking the photo angle was the famous Lee Chack-Hsiung.

Mr. Lee Chack-hsiung's precious head

looking at them, you will think that idols are the moon, and they have no light, and they need to reflect the talents of these people. As a light source, they are low-key, shy, courteous, the light so Wenxi, people like a spring breeze, those idols in front of them, suddenly appear greasy.

the gossip group used to have a popular topic: what did XX say with XX's lyrics. Take "I love you" as an example: I love you to say in Eason Chan's lyrics that "I ran out of luck when I met you in the moment of life", "I used to be bored for you and would rather have a rest than to have a rest. Talking about the heavy rain, your windowsill is leaking", in Huang Yaoming's lyrics, "where am I standing at this minute, how can I live with you", "at this moment, let me fall from a height without fear" Using Wang Fei's lyrics is "the silhouette of you is so beautiful that you dare to take a closer look at it only when you hold back your tears."...

what a vulgar and eye-catching word "I love you" is said with empty teeth, but once it is crushed into the melody and plucked with the rotating shaft, it naturally learns to be tactful, profound, and long, like a pearl in a clamshell.

in an era when it is too easy to be criticized as hypocritical, writing poetry has become extravagant and outdated, and we despise or avoid everything associated with emotion, such as love and literature. Pop songs use "stereotyped lyrics to incite your compassion", like desolate gestures to retain the final poetic and romantic.

because it is sensitive because it is delicate, the same feelings and feelings are common in others, and they will enlarge and thicken in them. "blaming sentient beings on the earth is too beautiful", that pair of full and affectionate eyes, gazing at all things in the world so that all things are also in love.

Lin Xi's image is easy to recognize, and roses, butterflies, long streets, the equator, the Ganges, and so on haunted his ci for a long time. In the lyrics of the series of lyrics he calls "out of location", "agreement" is like a monument, which can be called the creation of Jingchuan article.

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this fetish has continuity. He wrote this song in 1995, featuring a hotel, house number, long street, bento, guitar, yellow leaves, and other props, and left the agreement of "still not forgetting to meet and watch the yellow leaves fly all over the sky." Years later, this agreement was broken, and he wrote the first "Postman", like a sequel to a fairy tale, which overturned everything before. "admit the house number of the hotel, admit that you want to go shopping, then you want to keep it when it is cold, how can you leave it at random? without your and my chords but with an ambush line at the end, yellow leaves will fly far away to this fate, and in the end, they can only say goodbye."-things are not everything.

Zhou Yaohui, who lives far away from Tulip, can always write amazingly beautiful sentences. He cuts in from the most subtle, secretive, and trackless point of view, and if he writes about his feelings, it comes from the "unpopular" organs such as the spine (which he explained is related to a previous spinal injury), the earlobe and the tip of the tongue. If you write images, they are all ants, gods, Buddhas, flying immortals, strange beasts, princes, and Maria, with a little bit of difficult and obscure "immortals", but they will not make people feel tired, because they are lightened by the overall aesthetic "magnetic field".Hold it up. Without much understanding, it is the best degree to preserve the sense of beauty. Later, he found that he had been influenced by Western literature and liked a theory in comparative literature. "We want to make things we are usually familiar with unfamiliar, which is called familiarization'."

it is said that Huang Weiwen and Lin Xi play mahjong, Lin Xi always likes to make peace, and Huang Weiwen is keen on fraudulent peace. See the real chapter on the mahjong table, so Lin Xi likes the layout, emptiness, leaving the room, will not eat the world smoke and fire mist slowly into feather clothes. Huang Weiwen, on the other hand, is sophisticated and vicious. every time he wants to say anything, he always feels like a pain in his throat and a thorn in his back. if he wants to subvert, he can be wanton and wanton, embroidering decadent and beautiful clothes with dusty needles. Lin Xi regards pallor as crystal ("cleverness"), and Huang Weiwen becomes gorgeous from garbage ("garbage").

in terms of literary accomplishment and social mind, Huang Weiwen, who would rather "die in the dressing room", did not mean it (although things such as "swallowtail butterfly" and "swearing A Qi" have proved that he is also a master), he is best at walking on the wrong side of the sword. "when you get into the country, you have to be the most difficult to danger before you can see the strange sentences. After the completion of the article, it seems that you can get it without thinking about it." when you take apart Huang Weiwen's words, you can see that every sentence is ordinary, but once it fits together, "the weather is chaotic and it is difficult to pick sentences."

Reiki, like vulgarity, is "thin, vague, metaphorical and symbolized by things in feeling".

"1874" is the first song to show me Reiki. Just a few hundred words, every sentence is not strange, but it tells a strange story of "a hundred years back in time". Eason Chan's rich male voice is as low as raving, and the past life, love and hate, and the war between heaven and man are all integrated into it. Words can be learned, but beyond the feeling between the lines, it is impossible to learn.

and my favorite "so far, so close". The first time I heard this song, I wore headphones and went back and forth countless times, and the lyrics evoked associations like a cover buttoned down, and the room became a drowning sea. Throughout the lyrics, the film montage is used to express the lyrics, and the cameras are switched frequently, editing one side into open clips one by one. The overlap, misplacement, and convergence of time and space, the cascading rendering of the emotions of the characters, and the frustration from God's perspective, these artistic conceptions that can be expressed by images are all woven by his words, and the song can be awarded the Best Editing Award.

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Huang Weiwen's ruthlessness also lies in the destructive power of words. For example, the word "surprise" in the first sentence "surprise destroys the atmosphere, can I kiss you in the dark first?" the pronunciation in Cantonese already has a sense of crispness, its voice is sonorous, and its meaning is appalling. "as a matter of fact, the dream of you and me has long been exhausted." it is really good to put the familiar word "Qi" here. It is not "fate" or "fortune", but "Qi". There is a kind of urgent gasp that runs out of oil and lights and hangs by a glimmer. People are drawn away with their breath. And follow the sound of the death of the dream, a "do" word, completely sunk the heart.

perhaps it has something to do with the stage culture of Hong Kong. Their dance lighting and costume decoration are extremely grandiose, and there are many hidden tunnels on the stage. Those songs that match the stage will look bleak if they are not rich and colorful. Paint silver and gold, and set yourself on fire with song and dance. They enjoy it as if the kingdom of heaven is on earth, but it is not pure. They write prophecies about the end of the day, saying, "the last days are coming, you should revel in it." Seems to be indulgent, but also hidden restlessness and anxiety, the soul is full of heat, but with a low fever.

Zhang Guorong and Anita Mui's "Fang Hua Jian + fate" | 9\ & # 39 * * 27\ & quot;

there are a thousand angles and ways to write about joy and happiness. The sharpest happiness, after being exhausted and touching the bottom, is connected with pain and sadness.

brilliant sad song, the first is "broad daylight". In a concert, Lao Huang wore exaggerated plush clothes and eye patches to perform, and the complex arrangement of the original song was replaced by a cool piano. I don't know if it was a bit of a dead point, but the state at that time could not be fully described with a blow on the head and a cruel blow. It was a kind of magic, and it enveloped me and did not move. There was a drop of water running across his face, and I stubbornly believed that it was tears rather than sweat. Without the "hot sun" and "green grass" in the lyrics, the so-called broad daylight is just an illusion under the blazing pursuit of light on the stage-- the saddest pain is sacrificed with happiness-- the kind of sorrow that leads to extreme sorrow.

there is also Zhang Guorong and Anita Mui's "Fang Hua Zai", "I am as beautiful as heaven." such an arrogant word, sung by such "demon" people, makes them feel worthy of being disappointed. "pounce on you like pounce on the cliff, hold you to rot," in the bustling city, longing for primitive love," smeared with silver and gold, self-immolation with song and dance", "lick the devil's shoulder in the east and angel noodles in the west."

the Rubik's cube is full of words, free from mud and dust, hanging in mid-air, projecting the next realistic sanctuary, a poetic habitat. Any emotion that is not mad and does not survive only survives in this space and becomes reasonable at this point and space.

too lively and noisy, after shaking, you will always be wet by the clouds and rain in the depths of your heart.

you will vaguely feel the sadness coming up from the depths. The song gushed out of the chest, wrapped in heat. Sad feeling, they use a hot way out, you can also contribute a hot soul, free and easy to listen to. Or, they sing the sadness of the great era, those great sorrows fall on everyone, it will become less and thinner, and our little sadness will be dispelled in silence.

that is an intolerable beauty in the world. Because it is short, it is strong. Because the strong, is no longer afraid of life and death. Think of Huang Biyun wrote: "This is for the incomplete life, can make the most beautiful and gentle posture, 'strangers appreciate flowers', is the most ruthless worries, such as immortals such as death, such as into the realm of Nirvana. "

this kind of song no longer has social significance or any other pointing function, it is only responsible for the beauty and brings the enjoyment of transcendent beauty to those who are fully immersed in the mind.

there is no need to read the scriptures. In any situation in your life, you can find Hong Kong music, pick out the words and phrases that fall into your heart, and play music for your personal history.

the Times Song is always there, waiting for you to come to an intersection in your life and meet it by chance. There was a time when I saw on the Internet that the streets of Hong Kong were covered with big-character posters with lyrics. The whole city is like a floating city propped up by out-of-chapter phrases, one scene at a time, forming many intriguing pictures.

the station, like a stream of people, is interspersed with indifferent, hurried faces, a stop sign with lyrics: "grateful to the station, there is still a platform that has made us cry."

in the never-ending underground passage, a lightbox is set up in the bleary-eyed morning. the lamp emits a dim light through the yellow bottom, and the light is dimly plated with a line of words: "confusion is very easy to pass, and it is hard to bear the waste of spring at night."

the body of the taxi reads "only to reach the future in his car", and the roof of the bus says, "I am not unhappy, but I am the only one who did not notice it." only the people on the bridge can see it.

A woman walking at a brisk pace, her figure photographed, swept past like the wind in front of the billboard, against the lyrics "crossing the sun and the moon, wearing landscapes, still hating that person".

A beehive of buildings in the streets and alleys creates a line of space across a billboard that reads "do not believe will despair, do not feel hesitation".

every tendon is softened in a city with a reinforced concrete jungle.

in the era of jokes, sugar-coated pop songs serve as a constant warning to the world, trying to inspire the public to think for one more second. At the Golden Song Award ceremony one year, I heard such a true story: a man suffering from depression wrote to the poet that it was Eason Chan's "Black choose Ming" that saved him during his most difficult and almost suicidal days. then slowly out of the shadow of depression-song, became a painkiller.

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there is also "Wedding invitation Street" written for the conservation movement in Hong Kong. The lyrics take emotion as the introduction to pay tribute to the demolition of an old street until it is postponed to the loss of cultural heritage, and at the end, "Please put down the key in your hand, will you?" it is sadly gentle. In the vicissitudes of life, impermanence is the only thing that needs to be left behind-- it is another placebo.

there are such collective memories to prove that no matter how cold the times are, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Hong Kong music has a nostalgic nature, separated from the times, and can feel good. If you don't understand songs before, you will understand them one day. I didn't feel anything before, maybe I'll hit you soon. Those that happened in the future have been outlined in the most beautiful outline by the song, and those that stand in the past will be degraded and melted into the past by it.

the success of a song depends to a large extent on whether private feelings can resonate with the public. Everyone can digest the second-hand experience taken from the song into their own first-hand experience. Complete your happiness in the humming of others, and shed your tears in other people's stories.

Let's take the most common and praiseworthy love. No matter unrequited love, unrequited love, hand in hand, there will be a song that looks like a theme song.

two people stand side by side and watch the scenery of the world, which is no more moving than "the Ferris wheel is always lingering in the wilderness, and the ups and downs of the world are greeted silently." Brocade heart embroidered mouth out of the oath, then "temples can recognize you," but also unforgettable. When you are passionately in love, you don't know that time has passed, and you seldom go to the realm of "who you have loved deeply can be worth one-year-old every day." Hold your hand and ask what love is, "it must be gossiping with you when you are in turmoil". Strangle your wrists for a relationship, but "the sky helps you hide, but you can't see me." Thinking of the old friend, "who do I miss most when I close my eyes, who is around me when I open my eyes" is the most difficult to rest. If it hurts to be lovelorn, take "the soul is drained and the torso remains" to relieve pain. If even a sad and happy object can not be found, at least there is "every match to burn for this moment, when the universal Valentine's Day has only a few seconds" to keep warm on the single Valentine's Day.

spend a week reading a heart-stirring book, watching an ecstatic movie for two hours, and listening to a song for three minutes, you get the same amount of narcissism, self-pity, self-metaphor, and self-situation. A real lover, a real relationship, may not give you more, deeper experience.

Thank you for always singing, revealing your state of mind. As passers-by of the years, use beautiful words to dig out my heart, with hundreds of millions of resonance to crown your deep feelings, as familiar as friends, as strange as passers-by.

I would like to dedicate a poem to the Hong Kong music that I love all my life: we can't go to some high ground together. I walk around to music. It's easier to spill on me than a basin of water. I can't get close to it except with the song, and I can't reach those levels, because the song has already arrived before me.