Li Jin
Li Jin
Li Jin, male, folk singer, independent musician. Most of his works are based on his personal experience of life, simple style of playing and singing, simple but colorful melody, and simple or plain trivia, which are recorded like diary and engraved like film.
Personal profile
Li Jin doesn't smoke. He says he hasn't found a reason to smoke yet. He drinks occasionally, but he is very reserved about drinking. He can get drunk twice a year.
Main works
Music Album
variety show
Concert record
Resume
He graduated from the Art Department of Henan Institute of education in 2007;
In 2009, he worked as network operation director of Beijing Jianhe International Education Consulting Co., Ltd;
From 2011 to March 2013, worked in Anyang radio station;
From 2014 to now, typhoon pure K is a large-scale KTV.
Works introduction
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Anyang Anyang
I've seen trains from south to North pass under the overpass with high back. They once took away my dream. Zhengzhou, the capital of the province, is a 3-hour drive away. It's the place where I study and enter the society for the first time, and it's also the city where I bury my youth. The beautiful blue sky of the capital can be seen in only 3 hours' drive, except for haze and sandstorm. It doesn't matter. I went back to my hometown Anyang.
Mirror
The neighbor's twin brother once made me envious. I couldn't distinguish the brothers, but I always heard them shouting "brother, brother" from the back window. I once imagined that if I had such a brother, it would be a wonderful adventure in my life. Brother left, the whole family dull face let people see all distressed. Brother and father do not like to talk, sister cry into tears, mother advised everyone in the family to cry, but they cry in the middle of the night.
Spring
The articles in primary school textbooks always say "spring is coming, flowers are blooming, grass is green..." Can spring be so short in the north? After school, he and his cousin in grandma's yard, with chalk graffiti all kinds of patterns, and then crooked to write on the school learned new words. Grandma doesn't know a few words. She can only look at the sole of our shoes and go back to have a look at the fragrant stewed noodles on the stove. Bailing cheerfully called, hanging on the new branch, the teacher said that this is spring.
Lost City in October
The death of the north often brings a happy funeral. The open-air stage in the sun, the exposed women, the deafening rhythm, indulgence but make me feel sorry for the twist The neighbor's new grandmother passed away without any warning. I was about to record that day when the loudspeaker at the entrance of the alley vibrated my window. I'm not sad because of this funeral. What makes me sad is the time I can't keep.
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