Listening to "Lake Baikal" again, I was fascinated by his singing.

wow! That's wonderful. Who is so powerful and talented that it is the harmonica?

how graceful and touching. The tune is soft and soothing, crisp and melodious, and it is very pleasant.

I can't help but stop listening. Looking up at the sign: ward 55, it turned out to be an old man who had just finished femoral head surgery.

why is a broad mind accompanied only by music? A sudden admiration.

I haven't seen you for a long time. The music poet Li Jian's Lake Baikal, a familiar and beautiful tune, once again shocked my heart.

review the classics and listen again and again. He never tires of listening to and watching his songs. There is a charm that penetrates the soul.

I like Li Jian and his singing, which originated from Legend sung at the Spring Festival party in Faye Wong. Beautiful melody, long artistic conception, ethereal and delicate.

how can it be so nice? The voice of nature, the sad and soft tune. A touch of acacia. It turned out that Mr. Li Jian composed the music himself.

However, what I really like and appreciate is a song "The Wind Blows the Wheat Waves" performed by him and Sun Li on the same stage at the Spring Festival party.

perfect affectionate interpretation and beautiful music picture. Beating hot notes. It really intoxicated me.

That year, I decisively set the song "The Wind Blows the Wheat Waves" by Teacher Li Jian as a ringtone. Enjoy it anytime, anywhere.

Since then, I have been in love with all his works, including lyrics, music and family singing. Admire and appreciate this talented music poet.

I especially like his classic interpretation of Lake Baikal.

Listen to Lake Baikal again, and the ethereal and melodious singing makes me think.

At this specific time (near dusk and autumn to accompany my mother), in this specific environment (orthopedic ward). I have an impulse. I want to personally feel that singing brings me infinite reverie and different feelings.

oh! Please forgive my jumping behavior, settle down my mother and go downstairs alone to approach the familiar river.

cross the tree-lined path and pass the pavilions. The autumn wind blows my face. Looking at the railing, the green is shallow. The river is clear as a pool of still water. Cold and aloof wandering and flowing.

once gorgeous youth, once detached and free and easy youth, once lovers who held hands and walked leisurely. Once you and I made a vow of love.

turn on your phone! The music poet Li Jian's "Lake Baikal" once again rings in my ears, with a warm and textured voice ... < P > in my arms, in your eyes.

the spring breeze is intoxicated there, and the grass is lush there.

the moonlight spilled love all over the lake.

A bonfire for two people lights up the whole night.

We wandered back and forth. After many years on the banks of Lake Baikal,

the past went with the clouds.

the snow and ice can't hold the tenderness.

in this life, there is too little time.

It's not enough to prove the affection of melting ice moon

Just one day, you suddenly appeared.

You are clear and mysterious, beside Lake Baikal.

you are clear and mysterious, like the lake Baikal.