Jiao Zhiqiang

Jiao Zhiqiang

Jiao Zhiqiang, the name of a character, is an original singer. He is a composer and arranger. His main works include "funeral fate", "half of me", "Legend of love", "Brotherhood" and "this year". He once won the weekly champion of singing competition in Yuncheng TV station and the third prize in the monthly competition. He was once a singer of the art troupe and a member of China Music Copyright Association.

essential information

Chinese Name: Jiao Zhiqiang; foreign name: jiaozhiqiang; alias: Qiangqiang; Nationality: Chinese Nationality: Han nationality; Constellation: Virgo; height: 170cm; weight: 67kg; birthplace: Yuncheng City, Shanxi Province; date of birth: August 24, 1984; Occupation: singer and arranger; graduation College: self taught composer and arranger

Main achievements

In 2005, he taught himself guitar. In 2006, he began to write songs, mainly based on campus folk songs. His main representative works include: Funeral fate, half of me, this year and so on. He once won the champion of singing competition week in Shanxi TV station. He won the third prize in the monthly competition and is a singer of the art troupe. He is a member of China Music Copyright Association. in 2011, he created the classic folk song "old gate of courtyard" in July 2011, he wrote the song "love union" for Baidu Yuncheng post bar in 2011, he taught himself computer music production and created a strong music studio

Representative works

"Funeral fate", "half of me", "old gate", "this year" and so on

Original works

Background when I was a child, I was born in the rural post-80s, and I had to remember the ups and downs of that time. to write this song, I only hope that the young brothers and sisters born in the 1980s will cherish every life and story around them and cherish them! lyrics information old courtyard door singing: Jiao Zhiqiang composing: Zhang Yong composing: Jiao Zhiqiang arranging: Jiao Zhiqiang mixing: Jiao Zhiqiang the mottled courtyard door of siheyuan the faint crack on the cork how deep is the cellar how heavy is the memory the ancient pattern on the sandalwood box is the mark of the years the wrong root of the old mulberry tree the annual ring recording the vicissitudes the window of the pavilion saw us that year how blue are the clouds Group a few small partners beside the vegetable field play glass ball together happy he turns around in the backyard in the old house, I'm looking for the lost innocence the wooden ladder in the yard is very long like the memory of childhood black and white TV is showing script of that era grandma, is this a good person or a bad person I ask naively I ask naively