An Mingliang’s song copywriting

I am a descendant of military reclamation, and my grandfather came to Xinjiang in the 1950s. No amount of space can write their stories, and no amount of great achievements can overshadow their contributions! For more than half a century, I have enjoyed that lonely creation alone in the deserted next door.

From desolation to the fragrance of fruits, there are no tears but laughter, simple and strong!

For many years, I had barely enough food and clothing, sleeping in cellars with wheat straw, and cultivating wasteland, with no experience, no water source, no machines, no complaints, only hands! Today, decades later, miracles are created in these old hands, including cities, countryside, fertile fields, and beautiful scenery.

When I remember, my grandfather was already an old man. He was kind and quiet. I can only feel the difficult and passionate years from their stories.

Grandpa and grandma got married in 1948 and gave birth to seven children in one year. Their children were still very young when they came to Xinjiang. In order to take care of their grandma, she did not have to work and became a dependent. Grandpa is the chief of affairs and is in charge of the food in the regiment. He regularly delivers food to the surrounding companies. Sometimes they have to walk several kilometers. Each person carries a bag and holds a bag and just walks like this. If there are not enough people, they have to make several trips. . Later, the situation got a little better with the handcart. During the most difficult period, food was very tight and the family had a large population. The monthly rations could not last until the end of the month. Grandma tried to find ways to borrow a little from here and there. That was the most difficult time. During those difficult days, my grandma said that basically every family didn’t have enough to eat at that time, so she had to find a way to pay for it next month. It was relatively better for my grandfather to eat at work, but the problem of food and clothing for the family brought a lot of trouble to him. Despite the pressure, he managed the warehouse, but never took a grain of grain from home. The accounts he managed were clear and meticulous. Grandma still has a copy of the accounts that grandpa remembered in 1973 at home. My father-in-law was very careful, but even so , Grandpa was not spared during the Cultural Revolution and was sent to work on the charge of corruption! How could he support such a big family without corruption? If I could go back to that time now, no matter who this person is, I would rush up and whip him without hesitation! But I remembered what Jesus said when he was nailed to the cross: "O God, my Father, forgive them, they don't know what they are doing"! Grandpa began to work in the fields and started to eat at home. Life became more difficult. He left the children with nothing to eat. When he got home, he would often drink some water and then go back to work. He was also asked to take the lead as the squad leader. When others are sick, their work points will be deducted, but when he is sick, he is praised because the doctor said he was overtired. Later, many years later, when I was eating, I discovered that my grandfather’s hands holding chopsticks were shaking. I asked why, and my grandmother said it was the sequelae of excessive exertion during labor when she was young. Grandpa said it might have been done by digging canals. At that time, the tasks were heavy and the time was short. Sometimes we had to work until midnight. Over the past few years, on average, each person dug at least dozens of kilometers! After the Gang of Four was crushed, my grandfather was rehabilitated and his salary was paid back. The family's conditions improved a bit. Later, with the deepening of the reform, life got better and better, but my grandfather was still the same, so friendly to outsiders and to his family. But it was so severe. When I was in high school, I started to go to school in other places. I knew that I didn't usually follow the rules. When I left home, my grandfather called me and told me very seriously: "An Mingliang, you can't embarrass me when you go out. We have a family tree." I still remember it to this day. The school is far from home. I only go home during the winter holidays every year. Several uncles and aunts are very busy working in other places, so they usually only go back during the Chinese New Year. Many times I don’t go home until New Year’s Eve. When I’m almost home, I’m so far away. From a distance, we saw grandpa waiting for us at the station. It was very cold weather, wearing a fur coat and woolen hat. I don’t know how long he had been standing in the wind and snow. I got out of the car and shouted: "Grandpa"! He just smiled and waved for us to go back first. He had to wait because I still had uncles and aunts who hadn't arrived! He didn't say much when he got home. He probably asked about his studies and work. He just sat there and listened to us talking. I know that he was looking forward to the next New Year just after the New Year. The New Year is the happiest time for him, not because Otherwise, it’s just because of the Chinese New Year that the family can be reunited. I know that my grandfather is slowly aging, and he has started to be hospitalized frequently and has undergone surgeries. I am very afraid that he will leave us. I always remind myself that I have to work hard to let him see that I am his pride, but the cruel reality does not I was given too many opportunities, but what made him happy was that he knew that his first grandson was admitted to college, and time slowly stopped in 2001.

My grandpa passed away in August 2001. I still can’t forget that a month before, my grandpa asked me to take him out in a wheelchair. We walked a long way and pointed the way along the way. The poplar tree next to me told me that he planted this patch of land, and he also planted this patch of poplar tree. That tone and demeanor made me unable to recall it, and I couldn’t help but shed tears when I thought of it——

Looking at my grandfather’s portrait, I have a lot of thoughts. If he had not suffered so much and had so many injuries when he was young, he would definitely not have left us so early. Facing this unfair world, I don’t know whether to praise or criticize, but I know that my grandfather never complained even until the end of his life. I am his descendant, and I can only choose to praise him. This is what grandpa hopes. This is my hometown, where our grandfather worked. Grandpa was buried at the foot of Tianshan Mountain. In front of his tombstone, I sang this song to him and told him that he had won the championship in the original creation competition.

A breeze blew, carrying fallen leaves, which in turn floated to the sky. I suddenly found that the Tianshan Mountains in the distance were so holy and majestic under the sun. This is Xinjiang, which means new life and new strength. , new beginning, new glory!

Now for us, the trumpet sounds again - although the environment has changed, the spirit will always be there. We long for glory, but how can glory fall from the sky? We have dedicated our youth, our descendants, Dedicate your children and grandchildren, dedicate your whole life! History has etched their price. Grandpa left me with deep regret when he left, but he didn't complain at all. Grandpa was right. Let me ask: "Who can live for a thousand years?"

People who are just living an ignoble existence - you live, live! May you live a thousand years, you cunning person - live, live! May you live a thousand years, flatterer - live, live! May you live a thousand years, those who bully others - live, live! May you live for a thousand years and enjoy the fruits of your life - live, live! May you live a thousand years, mediocre person - you live, live! May you live a thousand years! But what about ten thousand years from now? Are you still alive? !

Grandpa can!

"I will smile to the sky with my horizontal sword, leaving my liver and gallbladder intact"! ! !

"You from Karamay"

Lyrics and music: An Mingliang

It is so sweet to fall in love with you and want to be with you

In a dream Here I dream of you, dream of your beauty

Although you and I are separated from each other, I miss you in the separation

Looking forward to meeting, looking forward to gathering in the beautiful Karamay

Karamay has you who I love most, your eyes and your smile are fascinating

Karamay has you who I love the most, I can’t express my love for your sweetness

I walked along the Karamay River Walking all the way south, following the old footprints, I once held your hand by the river

Go back to the old scene. You said you would reach the end of the road and let the sunshine of Baijiantan shine behind us

< p>When I walked south along the Karamay River and missed you, it was like the wind roaring in the Devil's City

The kowtow machine in the distance was still kowtowing his head over and over again. Returning to the old place, the water of Jiulongtan was still the same. Gentle

The story of "You in Karamay":

That was in 1998 when I was in high school in Wujiaqu. The morning clouds were blooming, the sun was colorful, the sky was high, the clouds were pale, and the sunset was . I was too young and the vitality back then is something I still miss. I had not been to Karamay at that time, but Xiaowei, who was in the third grade of junior high school, lived in the dormitory. Neither of us had a girlfriend, but he did. There were no mobile phones at that time. He writes and receives letters almost every day, listening to him talk about Karamay and its beauty. We also share with him his ignorant first love and the romantic stories that happened in Karamay. We could meet during the holidays. He wanted to give her a special gift and asked me to write a song. For a moment, I felt that my responsibility was very important and I didn’t dare to neglect it. But at that time, love was still a big problem in my head. The question mark is just a kind of beautiful haziness, so what I write can only be this simple haziness. I was seventeen years old at that time, with all the childishness in the beautiful expectations, but it recorded the reality of the dream.

Later in college, there were Karamay’s classmates in the dormitory, and they repeated this story again. I learned more about them and Karamay’s stories from them. Time went on forever, and I graduated in a flash. Many years have passed, and things have changed, and the past has become the lost beauty. Many years later, I had the chance to perform. When I arrived in Karamay, I saw rows of kowtow machines in the oil fields in the distance through the car window on the road. It was as if I had picked up the moonlight box and became the protagonist in the story. In that season of first love, I thought that the beauty of the past was happening around me, which was so real that I couldn't believe it. Although time was very tight, I still came to the beautiful square of Karamay to sing old songs I had written by myself, feeling the youth, the pureness, the memories, and the touch. I wish I could be here People who have ever been in love can hear it. On the way back, those scenes that had been buried in my memory emerged one after another, including Devil's City, Baijiantan, and Jiulongtan. Memories are not emotions. I want to record the beauty of the past in the changes of time. The gap between reality and reality brings people to think about it.

And I deeply believe that no matter how many years have passed, a scene will always flash in the depths of my memory. Many years ago, on the way back to the dormitory, we sang loudly together: "Karamay - I am the one you love most." you"! Music production: Chang Wei, also called Xiaowei, is the youngest among the friends who help me make music. He is just twenty years old, but he is very capable and good at studying technology. He has a rich imagination. As long as he is related to computers and music, he will study almost everything. However, almost all of my early accompaniments were produced by him. Compared to when I was 20 years old, I don’t know how many times more! I learned a lot from him, and I also warned myself and my friends: "What we have now is what we have accumulated over the years, and what we still want to have is what we need to accumulate in the future. Our greatest Our enemy is ourselves, and what tests us now is our persistence”!