The latest issue of "Singer" was originally directed at Zhang Bichen, but Li Jian became a fan.

One of the most frequently used social sayings recently is: Start with appearance, stay true to talent.

When I met Li Jian, I skipped the appearance (although he is quite handsome), but what really attracted me was his talent.

In the past two seasons as a singer, he has always used a posture of pushing a thousand pounds to easily meet the challenge. When everyone is showing off their skills and roaring, shouting, singing and dancing for the audience, he is still Stick to your own style and don’t be swayed by others.

You can always feel a warm air flow from him, slowly filling the entire venue bit by bit, and you can feel the continuous warmth through the screen.

He is always like a modest gentleman, gentle and elegant, and he can distinguish himself from the worldly perfection with just one gesture.

He has many stories, from his early years when he was a solo artist, to later getting married and having children, and loving only one woman in his life. Every paragraph is a story worth flaunting.

But today I just want to talk about my first feelings when he was a singer recently.

In the first issue, he sang "Stranger" and made some tourists cry.

In the second issue, he sang "Prose Poems Written by Father" and made some tourists cry.

People all follow the emotional route, but he is much more sincere than Zhang Jie.

Xiaoxiao came out, Yun Danfeng smiled lightly, and picked up an acoustic guitar.

Like a father reading a prose poem to his child, telling it with all his heart.

Everyone’s eyes were wet without knowing it.

Maybe it was because they were really moved by this good work, maybe because the lighting in the venue that day was warm enough.

Maybe it’s because Li Jian’s voice is like a sharp knife, ruthlessly throwing away the wounds we don’t want to open.

Or maybe, as he said, the wind was strong that day, which wet his eyes.

Regardless of the possibility, the performance that day was undoubtedly a success.

For such a man in his forties, he knows how to live a more poetic life and can travel through the quagmire of the entertainment industry without being stained with a trace of filth.

Like a clear lotus, independent in the world.

He understands life and likes to smile slightly, as if he can clearly see the prosperity of the world and the rules of the game.

Everyone calls him a musical poet

Personally, I think he is a poet standing in the clouds. He is neither impatient nor impatient, looking down at everything quietly, as if he has seen through everything, but Never mentioned it.

I like his attitude towards doing things and his calmness about honor and disgrace.

Seeing him, I finally understand why uncle is worth much more than fresh meat.