Introduction to Xu Song

Xu Song, whose English name is Vae, was born in 1986. He is one of the most discussed independent musicians on the Internet in mainland China in recent years. As a versatile singer and songwriter, he refuses to sign with any record company. He has now independently completed the songwriting, production and distribution of two personal albums, "Custom" and "Searching for the Fog", which have achieved unprecedented success in terms of both popularity and sales. Listening to Xu Song's music always makes people experience unprecedented musical inspiration. The combination of hard and soft styles, free and easy lyrics, and unique singing style make people feel an aura that cannot be copied.

Chinese name: Xu Song

Foreign name: Vae

Nationality: Chinese

Ethnicity: Han

Place of birth: Hefei, Anhui

Date of birth: May 14, 1986

Graduation school: Anhui Medical University

Representative work: "Inspiration from the Fog" (2010), "Customize" (2009)

Main achievements: Top Ten Young Students in Anhui Province (2008)

Best Male Singer of the Chinese Entertainment Network in 2005

Song

Angel, White Horse is Not a Horse, Moth, Pink Letterhead, Bad Boy, If You Become the Wind, Gray Avatar, Luzhou Moon, No. 7 Park, Qian Sing, Why Not, Constellation Books, admit mistakes

Literary works

Xu Song’s writing ability is very strong. In high school, he published his own literature in magazines such as "Children's Literature" and "Sprout" work.

When I was in high school, I wrote an article "Turning Scars as Dimples" and posted it on my blog. It was used as a reading question in the Jiangsu Provincial College Entrance Examination mock paper that year.

Use the scars as dimples

I stretched and looked out the window at the dark sky. It was about to rain and it was almost dusk.

In a good mood. Yes, I moved.

There is a book placed in front of the table. One of the chapters is titled "Using Scars as Dimples". Just when I was about to read the content behind this title, my father told me: Go out and find a scrap collector. There are a bunch of useless old things at home.

After going downstairs, I walked on an extremely ordinary street. The vulgar people who are despised by some elegant people are all gathered together on this street. First there are five food stalls, then a row of food stalls, and then there is the farmer's market. These people are indeed vulgar sometimes. For example, when their tricycle hits you, they don't say sorry but just smile weirdly. For example, when you bargain with them to buy something, they will say arrogantly, "I won't sell it anymore." Later, I gradually figured out that the former was because they had not yet learned the cumbersome polite language in the city, so they could only give an apologetic smile. However, this smile was met with the raised corners of the mouth and arrogant eyes of the city people, so this smile suddenly The latter is easier to understand, because the prices paid by urbanites have exceeded the bottom line they accept.

An old man walked slowly past me. He was holding a dog in one hand and rubbing a fitness ball in the other hand. His back was stubbornly straight and a humorous smile appeared in the corners of his eyes.

The connotation of this smile is silently explained by this ordinary street.

I finally found the ragpicker here. This old man's hair is completely white. I have rarely seen such pure white hair. A kind feeling permeates his face. Behind him, leisurely followed a child, who was the grandson of the old man.

The sky became darker and some raindrops began to fall on our faces. The three of us walked forward in silence and never spoke again.

We’re home. The old man asked the child to wait, and then followed me upstairs. When I walked in, I found that the old man's shoes were very dirty. I didn't want him to bring dirt into my new home. The old man seemed to understand, took off his shoes and came in barefoot. Although it was already the beginning of autumn and the weather was getting cooler.

My father asked him to sit down for a while, then went into the room to sort out the waste, leaving him and I alone in the living room. Suddenly I remembered that I had to go to class in the evening, so I left the old man behind and went to my room to get dressed.

Then get ready to go. I think I should wear a watch. A middle school student's time can easily slip away from his fingertips if he doesn't cherish it.

At this time, the old man had got the things ready, paid the money, and was ready to leave. When his father saw it was raining heavily outside, he asked him to take a rest. He didn't refuse and just had a casual chat with his father.

His grandson's parents died. My grandson is eight years old and has not yet gone to school. At this time, they haven't eaten yet.

Tolstoy said that happy families are always similar, but unhappy families are each unhappy in its own way. I think just the opposite. Wealthy families can create different environments, so they are diverse; unfortunate families are always similar, because they are single.

While they were saying these words, I was looking for my watch. I hate to think this way, the old man took my watch. Because there are two pieces of evidence: first, I remember that my watch was placed next to the chair where the old man was sitting; second, there was a shiny silver thing exposed from the old man's trousers pocket, and I thought that was my watch strap!

I don’t despise the poor, but if the poor don’t know how to respect themselves, we don’t have to pity them. And I don't have time to wait. Thinking of this, I said gracefully, old man, please give me back my watch.

I think this is the most tactful sentence I have ever said in my life, and it can minimize the harm to him.

I did this because I thought he might just be confused and take advantage of others, so we don't need to go to war.

The old man looked at me, sad and silent. I think he must have felt ashamed that his crime was exposed.

However, my father didn’t understand what I meant, so he asked me, what are you talking about? I repeated it calmly.

My father ordered me to shut up. Then he asked me to get his bag, knowing that things might change a little bit.

Open the bag, my watch. It turned out that my father saw that my watch was not running when he was at work today, so he took it to a watch shop to change a battery. Why did I think so hastily that the old man took the watch? I said I don't despise them, but deep down I still can't trust them. Yes, I use the heart of a villain to save the heart of a gentleman.

Just as I was about to apologize, the old man smiled. This humorous smile seems familiar. I don’t know why he is smiling. The meaning of this smile is silently explained by his hand reaching into his trouser pocket. He took out what I thought was a "strap", just a stainless steel spoon!

I don’t know how much my words hurt him. The greatest insult to a poor person is to say that he used unfair means to escape poverty.

However, the hurt I felt towards him was turned into a smile by him. I haven't read the article "Using Scars as Dimples" yet, but I have found the best explanation.

The rain became heavier, and the grandfather and grandson pushed the car and trotted all the way. A precocious star rose in the sky, and the dark night was watching everything quietly behind the heavy curtains, unable to bear to come.

Monk

I wonder if you have forgotten this word. In the early years, there were often people who shaved their heads, wore cassocks, and carried alms bowls, traveling through major residential areas, going from house to house for alms. These people look like immortals at first, speak in extraordinary ways, and often regard themselves as old men, even if they are only 30 years old. Once the alms fail, the fate will disappear and the evil will be revealed. I went to a very famous temple one summer. Just when I was deeply shocked by the magnificent Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara statue, a monk wearing sunglasses walked past me with his mobile phone in the dust; another time I went there In an unknown temple, there are clear words on the big wall in the courtyard: popularize one child, boycott the second child, and eliminate the third child.

However, what is false is not true after all. True monks are proficient in Buddhist principles and see through the world of mortals. Many of their thoughts and actions affect us in the world. For example, the teacher said this at the mobilization meeting for the senior year of high school not long ago: Which student can sit still and have no distracting thoughts when studying, and his grades will improve. I didn't believe in this thing before, because people in a vegetative state, for example, can sit still very well and have no distracting thoughts. It's a pity that I didn't improve my grades and had to work on my brain power first. Now it seems that in order to achieve righteousness, one needs to hide away from the world and remain anonymous like a monk. Master Hongren, the fifth ancestor of Chinese Zen Buddhism, said: The materials of the building originally came from the deep valley. The general idea is that the wood used to build the building originally came from deep valleys and would not grow in places where people gather. Because they are far away from the crowd and are not injured by swords and axes, they can grow into great talents one by one.

Many years ago, the movie "Journey to the West" inexplicably put the monk in the position of a mother-in-law and a mother. From then on, Tang Seng became synonymous with being verbose, unable to recover, and would never be reincarnated. My opinion on this is that comedy should have a bottom line, which is not to mistake ignorance for fun. Who did the monk offend? Therefore, there is absolutely no need to denigrate it and give it an image that is exactly the opposite of him. In fact, the Southern Zen School despises chanting sutras as being busy with nothing. If you can't help but speak, don't open your mouth, because "the mouth is a disaster, too many words will lead to loss, silence is golden, and meditation is the way to Zen." According to legend, the Buddha once picked up a branch of the Golden Bala flower and showed it to the crowd at the Lingshan Assembly. Everyone was at a loss, except for the Venerable Kassapa who broke into a smile. In this moment of holding flowers, smiling, and connecting hearts, Venerable Kassapa became the first ancestor of the lantern. It can be seen that doing more, thinking more and talking less empty words is the shortcut to success.

The monk divided the enlightenment of the human universe into three realms. The first scene is "the empty mountain is full of fallen leaves, where can I find traces of them". This is a situation where the ontology of finding the truth cannot be described. The second one is "empty mountain with no one, water flowing and flowers blooming", which describes the stage where the Tao seems to have been understood but is not actually understood. The highest state is "the sky will last forever, and the wind and moon will last forever". This means that eternity is gained in an instant, that an instant becomes eternal, and that a state of clarity is revealed after transcending thoughts and attachments. If our first and second grade students are in the first and second realm respectively, then it is time for our third grade students to reach the third realm. Of course there is depression and confusion, because there are many contradictions and injustices in this world. It is a pity that human society is no longer fair after the differentiation of rich and poor appeared among primitive people. A cynical person is like a hedgehog curled up in reverse, torturing himself with his own thorns. So learn from the monks and see through the world of mortals! Even if you don't become a monk, it's good to be more open-minded.

There is a line in the movie "The God of Cookery", which means: There is no God of Cookery in the world. As long as you cook with care, everyone will be a god of food! Although it doesn't make sense logically, it still makes sense to apply it. That is, there are no monks in the world. As long as you work hard and understand life with your heart, everyone is a monk.

Sharpening the Knife

"Shu Fei Oath" says: "Sharpening is the sharp edge", Kong Chuan said "Sharpening the sharp edge". It can be seen that the knife needs to be sharpened frequently. I was very interested in knives when I was a child. Whenever my mother wanted to sharpen the knife, she would take it away and sharpen it.

Unfortunately, I didn’t know at the time that there was a profession in the world that specialized in sharpening knives for others. Just like Greece didn’t know that China had bowls, Iraq didn’t know that China had tea, so it was a waste of effort. Today's knife sharpeners often hear his voice before seeing him, and shout at the top of his voice in the living area: "Sharpen your knives and scissors!" This is the beginning of his business. If this person doesn't have the confidence to shout and is hysterical, it's not impossible for people to get upset and throw a wine bottle at him and hit him on the head. It's not impossible to shout as loudly as if the end is approaching, because people will want him to do it. Sharpening a knife is a trivial matter, but if he dies from exhaustion, he will still be held criminally responsible. The timing of shouting is also important. At six o'clock in the morning, if you wake people up from their sweet dreams, you will be waiting for a head injury and bleeding; at one or two o'clock at noon, you will be waiting for a head injury and bleeding; after ten o'clock at night, you will probably be bleeding all over the place. After bleeding, I can only conclude bitterly that city people are really hard to take care of.

I once went to sharpen a knife on my mother's order. That time I heard someone shouting in confusion. My mother said it was a knife sharpener coming, but I heard it was like a rag collector. But it’s hard to break a mother’s destiny. Unfortunately, my knives are not up to par, and I have 4 of them to sharpen! I could only carry two knives in my hand and run downstairs with the knife in my ribs. When I saw the knife sharpener, I suddenly felt a chill in my heart: This man is as skinny as a stick! I hurriedly turned around and went upstairs to get the funeral service. But then I thought about it: "A horse will be thin if you lose it, and a fortune teller will be poor if you lose it" ("Historical Records? Funny Biographies") - This man cannot be judged by his appearance. Just like in today's music scene, if a person is ugly but remains popular for a long time, he must be an outstanding singer. However, there is another unfortunate possibility that he is too ugly and becomes an ugly star. --So he stepped forward to sharpen his knife. Unexpectedly, this person was very rude and sharpened the knife as soon as he took it. I was very angry and thought about how you can be so confident that I just come to you to sharpen your sword, why don’t I kill people instead? However, with the knife in his hand, he had an absolute advantage. I was alone and weak, so I didn't dare to say anything. It was not impossible that he would lift the knife and drop it in anger.

However, there was a long waiting process. Taking a closer look at him, you can see that he is quite disciplined, and he moves skillfully while sitting on the wooden bench. He is probably also a "master at sitting at the desk"; he not only laments that he can not judge people by their appearance, but also gives him a chance to express himself. Su Shi's "Jia Yi Lun" said, "It's difficult not to have talent, so it's really difficult to use it yourself." Laozi said, "It's not difficult to have talent, but it's difficult to make good use of it." I have solved all the difficult problems of the ancients, and it is indeed not easy... Just as he was proud of himself, he polished the first skill. I quickly grabbed it and looked at it, and found that something was wrong with the sharpening of the knife. My knife was originally rectangular, but after sharpening it like this, the blade turned into a semicircle, like a sickle! Unfortunately, the good knife has become a bad knife. I have no other choice but to be angry. This kind of "turning a square into a circle" is indeed very unique when understood from the perspective of human culture. Henry's "Making Circles into Squares" says, "Things in nature are round, while man-made things have ripples and angles." This is a Western view: turning circles into squares; Japanese Zen master Suzuki Ojo said, "A circle is a circle, and a square is a square." Square, at the same time, a circle is a square, and a square is a circle." This is the Eastern view: a square is a circle. This knife sharpener's thoughts are neither east nor west, and he even polished my knife into a round shape. It turns out that it is not an object.

Two hours passed, and four sickles came out of the furnace. When I touched it, it was not only round, but also blunt! Unfortunately, I ran out of patience at this point and gave up. Unexpectedly, this gentleman asked for a high price. I didn't bring enough money, so I went upstairs to get it. After getting it and going downstairs, the knife sharpener was nowhere to be seen, and the knife was also missing. Jiang Yan's "Xie Linchuan Touring the Mountains" says, "Who can distinguish his identity and his name, and the history of pictures will eventually be lost." "Picture history" can be erased, but I didn't expect that my knife would also be sharpened. I couldn't help but lament that a knife is like life. The sharp one can be dull, and the upright one can be smooth. However, dull or smooth people are still human beings. You must guard your soul. , if it's like my knife, I can't find it and I can only let it be worn away.

Go home. My mother asked me, where are the four knives?

I pretended not to hear and turned my face to the sky outside the window.

Give way

When I came to this section and looked at the previous posts, I was surprised that I hadn’t posted in more than half a year. But in fact, I still come to the forum, blog, and post bar...but most of the time I choose to look up at you from the bottom of the water.

The creation of the third album officially started last week. Half a year has passed since "Searching for the Fog", and its achievements have given me enough motivation to continue. I haven't opened my mouth to mention it in any TV interview or even a radio interview. It can get to that point, achieve that kind of sales and popularity, purely because of everyone's support. My efforts ended the moment the album was released.

Completing my third original album is something that makes me very excited just thinking about it. I really love that feeling of knowing that there is nothing you can do, but suddenly something comes to mind. Every time I can't compose a song, get stuck while writing lyrics, or feel like there's no highlight no matter how I sing, I tell myself that there's nothing to rush about, and I'll have an idea in a few days, and that's always the case. Over the past few months, I've been thinking about the direction of the third album, as well as buying new music equipment and playing around with it. I hope that every year's works can take on a new flavor.

It’s strange that several movie scripts were put in front of me in May, and the thing I consider myself least good at is acting. If the schedule can be arranged well, I am also willing to try acting as an enrichment of life experience.

There is no doubt that I am not the best-selling musician in mainland China this year, but I may be one of the musicians who has been infringed the most.

In the past few years, I have seen no less than 60 versions of my various pirated discs, and they are often found in genuine sales channels; many ringtone SP dealers forged my authorization letter without getting my authorization at all. Illegal profit-making in the field of wireless downloads; no KTV in the country has obtained my broadcast authorization (and I have never filmed a MV...), but whenever some of my friends ask the KTV managers why they infringe the rights, the bosses like to say, We helped him promote his songs and didn’t ask him to charge for them, which is great. So I didn’t dare to ask for my own song at the KTV, in case the waiter found out that I was singing it and immediately reported it to the boss to ask me for promotion fees. In some small places, someone claimed to be Xu Song and held a singing club, and the atmosphere was lively.

......

Of course, I have become accustomed to all these things over the years. It's a terrible thing to get used to a habit - you don't want to resist it. Resistance consumes energy - and within the scope of my tolerance, I am not willing to spend too much energy on things other than music.

Of course, there is probably only one reason why all these and other unfair things can happen: I am a person. I enjoyed the freedom and happiness of working alone, but I also had to endure the pain of being besieged, bitten, excluded, and used.

But I always feel that every trouble in life is a kind of training, so it is not a bad thing to say.

If one day I am shot down by a cold arrow, what else can I do besides blaming myself for insufficient defense and underestimating the enemy's carelessness?

The assistant received a letter from a current student of my high school Chinese teacher. I was very moved after reading it. The teacher still remembers my rebellion back then and praises me with the current students. I also remember that at that time, I liked to be unconventional in my writing, which seems quite extreme now, but the teacher said at the time that if exam-oriented education gave way to these students, they would have a different future.

The extremeness of the past has finally disappeared with the growth of time.

The reason why I like to give way to others, even to small people, is because there are too many blurred-faced people in my life who make way for me while I am running around desperately.