创作《一城烟火》的灵感，来源于一个寻常傍晚途经亮马河的所见所感。游船悠然划过河面，岸边骑行的行人、漫步的人群、静坐休憩的身影错落其间，远处高楼林立，近处烟火日常交织。那一刻我真切感受到，北京这座城市最动人的底色，从不是宏大的时代叙事，而是它以温柔的姿态，将无数漂泊的个体妥帖安放于同一片灯火之下。
“新旧的行囊在此温柔碰面”，是整首作品的核心立意。我笔下的“行囊”，既是奔赴这座城市的异乡人，也是沉淀千年的城市历史与时代记忆。老城的门墩青砖、古建灰墙，新城的楼宇层台、滨水步道，新旧风物在此相逢相融，没有对立疏离，唯有从容共生，这便是我心中北京独有的城市气质。
歌词创作中，我刻意规避空泛的口号与宏大辞藻，落脚于真实可感的城市物象：运河水波、亮马堤岸、檀谷丘台、门墩青砖，皆是北京鲜活的城市肌理。而“有一盏是为我留的暖”，是我最珍视的落笔。通篇铺陈的城市光景，最终归于个体的微小温暖，无论是世代居住的本地人，还是奔赴而来的异乡追梦人，都能在烟火日常里寻得归属感。
我希望这首作品不止写给北京，更写给每一座城市、每一个在烟火人间寻得心安的普通人。此间烟火绵长，人间暖意长存，城市与众生的故事，仍在温柔向前。
創作《一城煙火》的靈感，來源於一個尋常傍晚途經亮馬河的所見所感。遊船悠然劃過河面，岸邊騎行的行人、漫步的人群、靜坐休憩的身影錯落其間，遠處高樓林立，近處煙火日常交織。那一刻我真切感受到，北京這座城市最動人的底色，從不是宏大的時代敘事，而是它以溫柔的姿態，將無數漂泊的個體妥帖安放於同一片燈火之下。
「新舊的行囊在此溫柔碰面」，是整首作品的核心立意。我筆下的「行囊」，既是奔赴這座城市的異鄉人，也是沉澱千年的城市歷史與時代記憶。老城的門墩青磚、古建灰牆，新城的樓宇層台、濱水步道，新舊風物在此相逢相融，沒有對立疏離，唯有從容共生，這便是我心中北京獨有的城市氣質。
歌詞創作中，我刻意規避空泛的口號與宏大辭藻，落腳於真實可感的城市物象：運河水波、亮馬堤岸、檀谷丘台、門墩青磚，皆是北京鮮活的城市肌理。而「有一盞是為我留的暖」，是我最珍視的落筆。通篇鋪陳的城市光景，最終歸於個體的微小溫暖，無論是世代居住的本地人，還是奔赴而來的異鄉追夢人，都能在煙火日常裡尋得歸屬感。
我希望這首作品不止寫給北京，更寫給每一座城市、每一個在煙火人間尋得心安的普通人。此間煙火綿長，人間暖意長存，城市與眾生的故事，仍在溫柔向前。
The inspiration for "Our Beijing" came from a casual evening walk along the Liangma River. Boats drifted by, while cyclists, pedestrians, and people resting by the water formed a lively yet peaceful scene. With skyscrapers in the distance and everyday life up close, I realized that what makes Beijing truly captivating isn't some grand historical narrative, but its gentle way of gathering countless wandering souls under the same canopy of lights.
"Where old and new baggage meet with grace" is the core concept of the song. The "baggage" I write about represents both the newcomers who flock to the city and the centuries of history and memories Beijing holds. From the ancient stone gates and grey walls of the old city to the modern skyscrapers and riverside walkways of the new, these elements blend together seamlessly. There's no clash, only a harmonious coexistence—that's the unique spirit of Beijing to me.
In the lyrics, I deliberately avoided empty slogans and grand vocabulary, focusing instead on tangible cityscapes: the rippling canal, the Liangma riverbank, the hills of Tangu, and the stone gateways—all vivid textures of Beijing. But the line "one light is warm, saved just for me" is what I cherish most. The vast cityscapes painted throughout the song ultimately give way to a tiny, personal warmth, where both lifelong locals and wandering dreamers can find a sense of belonging in the everyday hustle.
I hope this song speaks not only to Beijing, but to every city, and to every ordinary person who has found peace within the hustle of life. May the lights never fade, and may the warmth always endure. The story of this city and its people continues to move forward, gently.
