what kind of collision did this spark? What kind of casual standing has become a character? When literature and art are interpreted in different forms, the subtlety of their birth is enough to make the mountains and forests feel and be shocked.
On the occasion of the 4th Southern Reading Forum, I was lucky enough to listen to a folk song in the Experimental School of Suzhou University, and the player has passed the age of no doubt. He sat on the stage and sang quietly with a guitar all the time, so we listened quietly under the stage. Without the shock of rock and the prosperity of pop music, the vicissitudes of life in that voice seeped into people's hearts like a trickle and reached the depths of the soul. A guitar interprets Haizi's "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms":
From tomorrow on, be a happy person
Feed horses, chop wood and travel around the world
From tomorrow on, care about food and vegetables
I have a house facing the sea, and spring blossoms
From tomorrow on, Correspond with every relative
Tell them my happiness
The lightning of happiness told me
I will tell everyone
Give me a warm name for every river and mountain
Stranger, I also wish you a bright future
May you have a lover, and jack shall have Jill
May you. Spring blossoms
The blending of music and poetry seems to make people find Haizi's pure heart in an instant, beautiful, gentle, sad and yearning, and every sentence of the poem can reverberate in their minds all day. The player is not a famous music big coffee, he is just a member of thousands of people who love music. This reminds me of the singer who has been "stationed" at the Xidan subway station in Beijing all the year round. It is also just a guitar and a stool, which can sing all day. While singing in the street to make a living, they pursue the dream of music and live a very chic life. Bitterness is hidden, the confusion when there is no business, the pressure brought by high rent, and the fatigue of staying up late ... All these are the true portrayal of their lives, but the power brought by music is enough to support them to persist vigorously, indulge themselves in music and lyrics, and touch themselves.
This is an era of materialistic desires. The language is getting pale, the civilization is disappearing, and the streets and lanes are busy. The boldness and gracefulness between the bustling crowns have become a memory. Reality always cruelly buries people's dreams suddenly, and literature and art are the spiritual home that people can never lose. No matter how much regret and sorrow, only by sticking to the high wall of spirit can we withstand the high wind in the heavy fog. Only when the floating name is changed into a shallow singing can there be a melodious "Moonlit Night on the Spring River", a full-fledged "Red Cliff Nostalgia" and a low-spirited "Red Lotus Root Fragrance and Jade Immortal Autumn" ...