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The lyrics are good, and they are sung with emotion, which resonates with everyone.

The prose poems written by my father are very touching and easy to resonate with.

The original lyrics of this song are very good, and then Li Jian's voice is very **.

This song is particularly touching as it sings about the struggle of individuals under the changing times.

It's a really nice song, and I listen to it every day.

The prose poems written by my father cover are quite popular.

Fitting the heart starts with life.

Prose poems written by my father" Li Jian's lyrics.

"Prose Poems Written by My Father" is a song sung by Xu Fei and lyrics by Dong Yufang. Li Jian adapted and covered it. Li Jian rewrote a piece of lyrics, and the original identity of the daughter in the song became a son, and the melody was also raised by a key, and the music written by the Italian composer was integrated into the song as an interlude and an outro, giving the song more tension.

Prose poems written by my father.

Words: Dong Yufang.

Song: Xu Fei. Singing: Li Jian.

1984.

The crops are not yet harvested.

My son was lying in my arms.

Sleep so sweetly.

Tonight's open-air movie.

Didn't have time to look at it.

My wife reminded me.

Repair the pedals of the sewing machine.

Tomorrow I'm going to my neighbor's house.

Borrow some more money. The child cried all day.

Noisy to eat cookies.

Blue polyester jacket.

The pain drills into the heart.

Squat on the edge of the pond.

Punched himself hard.

This is my father.

diary'Writing.

This is his youthful stupidity.

Prose poems that remained.

Years later I watched.

Tears flowed endlessly. My father is as old as a shadow.

1994.

The acres of crops have long been harvested.

My old mother last year.

Leaving the world.

The son is wearing a white shirt.

Ran into the campus.

But he's been on his mind lately.

Lost a lot of weight.

Think about the future.

I'm old with a pile of old paper money.

The son was already at that time.

Real manhood.

There is a lovely girl.

and became home with him.

I hope they do. Don't live so hard.

This is my father.

Words from the diary.

It was left behind by his life.

Prose poems that remained.

Years later I watched.

Tears flowed endlessly. But my father is already as old as a shadow.

This is my father.

Words from the diary.

It was left behind by his life.

Prose poems that remained.

Years later I watched.

Tears flowed endlessly. But my father was in the wind.

Like an old newspaper.

These are the footprints left by that generation.

After a few storms.

The traces will be erased.

This land once brought tears to my eyes.

How many people it buried.

A sad past.

"Prose Poems Written by Father" is a cover song by singer Li Jian in the eighth phase of the "Singer" competition.

The original song of the prose poem written by my father was Xu Fei, written by Dong Yufang, composed by Xu Fei, arranged by Liu Zhuo, and Li Jian played and sang the cover of this song in the eighth competition of the singing program "Singer".

In this song, the poet collects fragments from his father's diary into lyrics, and Xu Fei, who was deeply moved, carefully composed the music for it, using notes to convey the profound father's love and responsibility for his children, as well as the helpless interpretation of the children after perceiving the passage of time and the father's old age. After Li Jian's live performance, the audience and netizens burst into tears.

Li Jian, born on September 23, 1974 in Harbin, Heilongjiang Province, is a male pop singer and ** producer in Chinese mainland.

In 2001, he formed the "Shuimu Years" group with Lu Gengxu and officially entered the showbiz. In 2002, Li Jian took the initiative to withdraw from Shuimu Nianhua. In 2003, he launched the first "Year Like Water".

In 2006, he won the Best Singer-Songwriter Award in the Mainland of the "12th Global Sedan Imitation Chinese ** List" with "Coming for You". In 2007, he launched his third solo creation** "Missing You".

Lyrics to the song "Prose Poems Written by My Father".

1984 The crops have not yet been harvested.

My daughter was lying in my arms and sleeping so sweetly.

Tonight's open-air movie I didn't have time to watch it.

My wife reminded me to fix the pedals of the sewing machine.

Tomorrow I'm going to go to my neighbor's house and borrow some more money.

The child cried all day and was clamoring for cookies.

The blue polyester shirt hurts to my heart.

Squatting on the edge of the pond gave himself two punches.

This is the text from my father's diary.

This is the dull and delicate poetry left behind by his youth.

Decades later, I watched and burst into tears.

But my father was as old as a shadow.

1994 The crops have long been harvested.

My old mother passed away last year.

My daughter ran into the school with a ponytail.

But she's been a little lonely lately, and she's lost a lot of weight.

Think about the future, I'm old and a pile of old paper money.

At that time, my daughter would have been stunningly beautiful.

There's a man who loves her and wants to marry her home.

But when I think about it, I can't bear to look at her.

This is the text from my father's diary.

It was left behind by his life.

Prose poems that remained.

Decades later, I watched and burst into tears.

But my father was as old as an old newspaper.

Old newspapers. The story on that is a lifetime.

The original song of "Prose Poems Written by Father" is Xu Fei Lihong, and the lyrics are as follows:

1984 Before the crops were harvested, my daughter lay in my arms and slept so sweetly.

I didn't have time to watch the open-air movie tonight, and my wife reminded me to repair the pedal of the sewing machine carefully.

Tomorrow I'm going to go to the neighbor's house to borrow some more money, and the kid has been crying all day and is clamoring for cookies.

The blue polyester shirt drilled into the heart in pain, squatted on the edge of the pond and gave himself two punches.

This is the text from my father's diary, and this is the prose poem left behind by his youth.

Decades later, I watched the tears streaming down my face, but my father was as old as a shadow.

In 1994 the crops had already been harvested, and my old mother had left the world last year.

My daughter ran into the school with a ponytail, but she had recently lost a lot of weight by being a little lonely.

Think about the future, when I grow old and become a pile of old paper money, my daughter will be stunningly beautiful.

There was a man who loved her and wanted to marry her, but I couldn't bear to look at her when I thought about it.

This is the text in my father's diary, and this is the prose poem that his life left behind.

Decades later, I watched the tears streaming down my face, but my father was as old as an old newspaper.

The story of the old newspaper is a lifetime.

Li Jian said, "I have a lot of empathy for this song, and the kind of situation that parents need to make a lot of determination to buy a biscuit in the song, although it is a sad thing, but it is actually a common experience and memory of a generation." Although life was relatively poor in those days, it also had things that were beyond the reach of today and have been lost, and people at that time were easily satisfied and happy despite material scarcity. ”

In 1984, the crops were not finished, and my daughter was lying in my arms, sleeping so sweetly.

Tonight's open-air skin movie I didn't have time to watch it, and my wife reminded me to fix the pedal of the sewing machine.

Tomorrow I'm going to go to my neighbor's house and borrow some more money.

The child cried all day, clamoring to eat biscuits, blue polyester jacket, and the pain drilled into his heart.

Squatting on the edge of the pond and giving myself two punches This is the text in my father's diary.

This is the prose poem left behind by his youth, and decades later, I watched it and burst into tears.

But my father was as old as a shadow, and in 1994 the harvest was already over.

My old mother left last year, and my daughter ran into the school with a ponytail.

But she's been a little lonely lately, and she's lost a lot of weight, and when I think about the future, I've grown old like a pile of old paper money.

At that time, the daughter must be stunningly beautiful, and there will be a man who loves her and wants to marry her home.