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When you walk out of the tent of Dawa family, you can see the snow-capped mountains. The Himalayas have been standing on this plateau for a long time, with a solemn makeup!

The singing of another hostess came from a distance, and the loud Tibetan voices were strangely blending together in such a quiet plateau pasture. Chen Mo and Xiao Lang sat side by side, watching Xiao Lang gradually close his eyes.

His face was peaceful! Then he slowly hummed the Tibetan song that Dawa had just sung. Of course, there were no lyrics, just songs, but Chen Mo seemed to be the same as that.

"You can remember it by listening to it?" Chen Mo's eyes widened a lot.

Xiao Lang did not respond to her, but the song gradually changed, and the meaning of praying for God gradually weakened. The direction of worship in the song seemed to have become the snow-capped mountain in front of him. The white students remained unchanged over the years. People at the foot of the mountain came and went, lived and died, and the clouds on the side of the mountain dispersed and gathered, gathered and dispersed. The wind all over the world brought the fishy smell of the sea, the heat of the tropical areas, and the dryness of the desert.

But this mountain is still like this, silent and calm!

Xiao Lang felt that he understood the word "emptiness" in Buddhism, which was a secular understanding, not an enlightenment of becoming a Buddha. On the plateau at an altitude of 4,000, in the unobstructed vision, there was only a snow mountain in his eyes, all white!

Chen Mo didn't know Xiao Lang's voice, but the song in Xiao Lang's mouth gradually became so different to her. Dawa's Tibetan song was simple, but it was just the blind admiration of unknown existence by the ignorant ancestors. Xiao Lang stripped off the simplicity and distantness and filled a snow-capped mountain into it!

When she closed her eyes and listened to the tone in Xiao Lang's mouth, she found that the snow mountain had turned into a person's face, Xiao Lang herself! Either looking at the white clouds on the Sichuan-Tibet line, or singing folk songs in the tent of Dawa's house, or even appearing solemnly at the press conference on Michael's death, and the radiant stage in South Korea at that time... Chen Mo's mind flashed, but it seemed that he could not get out of a cage. It was the heavy refining of Tibetan songs that had been passed down for thousands of years from time!

The emotions were constantly squeezed out, but they couldn't spread out. Chen Mo felt his cheeks slowly turn red.

However, the tone in Xiao Lang's mouth changed again, and intermittent attempts strangely removed the pause in Chen Mo's thoughts. This time it was a cool breeze. The wind blowing down from the top of the snow-capped mountains blew through the haze and blew away the mist entangled by neon lights and electronic music...

"Huh!" Chen Mo had the illusion of suddenly breathing a sigh of relief!

It ends abruptly!

"Is this?" Chen Mo widened his eyes. The prototype of "Nightmare" was formed in the dormitory of Girls' Generation. Today, on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, Chen Mo witnessed the birth of another magical melody alone!

Similarly, it is incomplete, but unlike "Nightmare", its entire skeleton and essence already exist. It only takes a little time to give him a word that matches the prime minister. Nothing is a problem!

"Does it sound good?"

Chen Mo was stunned. This was of course a very wonderful song, but when facing this question, she instinctively hesitated, and seemed not so willing to give a sharp answer!

Finally, she decided to tell Xiao Lang this inexplicable feeling, "Tell me rationally that it is very good, and my feelings also tell me that few songs can make people feel this soul-moving! However, it is difficult for me to give a 'good' first reaction. I don't know why?"

Xiao Lang exhaled and showed a big smile, "Because this song is actually a cage. No matter how rich the emotions are, no matter how hard the emotions are, subconsciously, you and I know that everything is in a cage, just like a fish waiting for death. No matter how happy it is in the tank, it cannot change the final result! Therefore, when jumping around, there is inevitably a trace of unwillingness hidden in the deepest part of the unwillingness!"

"Then why not break this cage?" Chen Mo looked at Xiao Lang, "You are not a fish, and I am not a fish. As long as you break this cage, isn't it a perfect song?"

Xiao Lang grinned, "If the cage is broken, the world will be too big for you and me. In such a big world, what emotions can make us feel so crazy? No!"

Chen Mo was stunned for a moment and whispered in a low voice, "Can't you break it in the end? Even if it's just a ray of light shining in and crawling into your eyes..."

"Maybe..." Xiao Lang looked at the distant mountains, "Isn't the song over yet? Maybe when I went down to Qinghai-Tibet, there was a ray of sunshine that I saw."

Xiao Lang's tone was full of expectations, but Chen Mo heard the undecisive determination. If there was no sunshine along the way to Qinghai-Tibet, this song would be like this today, allowing millions and tens of millions of people in the world who could hear his songs to get into the cage...

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Fortunately, when Chen Mo saw Tibetan antelope, he almost clapped like a little girl. She had no reason to stubbornly think that this was the sunshine. When she looked at Xiao Lang and the smile on his lips, she became more and more confident!

"What a elves on the plateau!" Indeed, these lively creatures stepped on Xiao Lang's heart. The song was perfect at this moment. It was not a ray of sunshine outside the cage, but the inner yearning and praise for the beauty that never disappears!

When he went to Qinghai-Tibet, Chen Mo was still driving, and Xiao Lang held paper and pen and formed a visible song with his divine feelings and magnificent fantasy. This is the greatness of the composer.

In the mind of every imaginative person, he has the most magnificent and wonderful image. A piece of music may be a tree, a rainbow, and a white cloud in his mind, but it is just a few symbols on the score!

What kind of combination can reproduce the tree, the rainbow, and the white cloud? This is the difference between a great composer and a mediocre composer.

Fortunately, in composition, our pink Xiao Lang is even more scary than his talent in singing!

All his works have always been praised for showing perfect artistic conception and emotions!

It only took ten days for them to go to Qinghai and Tibet, which made Xiao Lang finally form a work with all lyrics and music, called "Snow Mountain", a very special, strange and incompatible name.

"Do you want to sing it to you?" When the car parked in a hotel in Chengdu, Sichuan, the efficiency questioned Chen Mo.

Chen Mo didn't reply, "I want to sleep!"

So, Xiao Lang, who looked embarrassed, had a confused mind, and was frustrated, and this song "Snow Mountain" that was despised as soon as he was born!

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Chapter completed!