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First, let me sing alone.
When I want to sing, whether I feel bored or bored, or feel comfortable and happy, as long as there is a silent melody surging in my chest. I began to sing softly, without the audience, and without a flood of applause. I just want to sing to myself.
Let me sing alone. Sing a natural song, a lively song, a pure song, like a clear stream flowing in a mountain stream, like the random chirp of an unknown bird, or the carefree whisper of a swallow.
Oh! No, it's not. Maybe, maybe it shouldn't be like anything. It's just a song, not Chun Xue's masterpiece. It can last forever. It's just a simple song, a whisper of my soul walking in the deep heart.
When singing, I am with spring flowers and autumn moon, summer rain and winter snow; I am with the vast sea and the vast sky.
When I was singing, I experienced carefree days as a teenager and sentimental times when I grew up. I dream of the real road of life, beautiful music, beautiful words, friendship of knowing each other and cherishing each other, and colorful love.
When singing, I have carefully tasted the lyrics word by word, just like tasting the ups and downs of life.
Perhaps, it's not just loneliness and emptiness, everything is just our nature; Just because I like music, I can't ignore it.
If singing is a shoe, it must be the red dancing shoes mentioned in fairy tales. Once you put it on, you have to keep singing and sing with your persistence in this life.
This is a life-long song that keeps haunting my life, full of twists and turns.
Every morning, when the first sunshine shines into the bedroom through the window lattice, I will begin to prepare for the day's singing. Singing from home to the food market, from my son's school to the company, from my husband's side to the outside world, every night is a short pause between songs, and singing will start again until dawn.
In this way, day after day, year after year, singing has become an old friend I have known for a long time, and I will never give up.
I will fall in love with singing without hesitation, perhaps it is doomed, as if I wrote down the mystery of fate from my previous life, and built my love in this life, burning like a flame and floating in front of my eyes like a gorgeous burning cloud.
One day, will I want to give up singing? Just like the little girl in the fairy tale, she wants to take off her red dancing shoes.
She gave up her feet in order to take off her red dancing shoes. What will my feet be? It is a simple and happy fusion of the whole dream and longevity. It has long been engraved in my life and will never be erased.
Can I give up singing? It's like asking if a circle can lose its arc.
I like to slowly immerse myself in ethereal music, imagining that there is an old and clear song in my memory, which is the most appropriate title song in my life. Specially made for me, it can make me sing emotionally and lead me to wander in the ups and downs of the heart, slightly rippling.
Then, with the ups and downs of music, dreams come true, the waves turn back, there is no world of mortals, and the ruthlessness and cruelty of the world are shattered.
The country of music is pure, peaceful and leisurely. It is soaked in the fragrance of flowers, the green of trees and the green of grass. Even if it is only the short-lived light of foam on the water, it is a watch that I will never regret in my life.
Let me sing alone, quietly enjoy a person's charming time, let me get rid of the fatigue of reality, strip off the prison clothes of pain, sing the call of the bottom of life, and find the traction in the depths of my dreams.
In this way, silently and deeply, I fell in love with music and singing. I just want to praise the infinite beauty of the mood paradise with an extremely simple song. It is so exultation and silence, so rich and simple, so humble, but it is truly boundless and eternal.
Among those songs, some songs are for me, some songs are for me to sing, and some songs are for me to think about; Among the songs given to me, I was given a few days to listen to, and a few years to listen to. There is another song that I can listen to quietly for a lifetime without getting tired of.
Those songs, each capital represents a period, some past events, or a state of mind, which directly and clearly awakened my memory of those moments in the past.
What could be more touching than a song? For me, nothing can surpass it. Because it is a beautiful and elegant poem, it is beautiful and beautiful, it is the essence of emotional concentration, and it can express my feelings at any time and directly. As long as I can sing a song that suits my mood at that time, my mood will find a way out and my heart will have a place to put it.
When I am excited, singing can bring me peace of mind; When I am depressed, singing can give me encouragement; When I am sad, singing can give me comfort. Singing has long been like tracing a painting, carefully and quietly printed in the softest place in my heart.
Although I am just a speck in this vast world, I also have my own concentration and obsession. My singing is a direct response to all kinds of situations in this world. This is natural and inevitable. Life is real and concrete. When I sing alone, I can deeply understand the true meaning contained in it.
Let me sing alone, I can sing anything, I don't need to sing anything, I can sing whenever I want, I am open to all, I have no reservations, I put my imagination in my mind, I float in the clouds, I fly over the sea, and I stay on the other side of happiness.
Let me sing alone, sing the strange road, sing the past fleeting time, sing the expectations and dreams in my heart, and make singing an indispensable part of my life. Let me sing and sing, the haze is swept away, and my mood is suddenly enlightened. It turns out that happiness can also be just a song!
Second, the penetration in time depth.
Once, I read in a book that a woman's age is not her age, just as the beauty of a woman is not her beauty, but her attitude. During this time, I quite agree with this view. I saw the best example in mainland actress Jiang.
If she is not the best in the show business, let alone the most youthful, I still think she is the most attractive woman on the screen in China at present.
Since I saw her on the screen, she has been playing a good woman forever, a good wife and a good mother, always as light as water and as warm as tea.
I vaguely remember reading an interview with her: I got married and had children soon after graduation, first completed two things that are indispensable for women, and then calmly went to my favorite career. But gradually, gradually, we all saw her irresistible amorous feelings, her indescribable charm and her half-smiling face with vicissitudes.
There is an old saying that the beauty of a woman lies not in her appearance, but in her coquetry. It seems that the beauty of fire comes not from the shape of the flame itself, but from the light and heat it emits. Jiang is such a woman who radiates light and heat all over.
Some time ago, the emotional drama "Happiness Knocks on the Door", I didn't take it seriously at first, just glanced at it unconsciously. As soon as she appeared, she was full of amorous feelings and attracted attention. She fell in love with the hero at first sight in the telephone booth downstairs. Sun Chun kept looking at her calf, and I frowned slightly at the moment: What a pity?
However, she moved me slowly. One windbreaker after another, frequently replaced, is really "rustling"; Slightly controlled, magnetic voice, greasy and wonderful; She has the unique pride and humility of that era, which makes people feel sad.
Halfway through, the couple were nothing more than those things: a malicious leader, two stepsons who glared at her, and one who always looked down on her ex-mother-in-law: so she cried, smiled, persisted and endured, and everything was pushed behind time.
People in China have never married purely for love. Remarriage is even more so. Most of them are forced by life. One needs a woman's physical and psychological comfort, and the other needs a man to do something that belongs to him, such as lifting heavy objects and changing light bulbs. How much love can it interweave? It may be hard to say that ordinary people's pragmatic view of marriage is: marriage is for life. But with a smart woman like Jiang, this boring and difficult life is as beautiful as a dream.
The first time I was "shocked" by her eyes, it was more than three years ago that I saw "Golden Marriage", and the two couples who survived the robbery turned ordinary days into golden years. Jiang Ye is hopeless. In difficult times, the virtues of lively, charming, intelligent and capable old women are mixed with the beauty of new women, and endless elegance is like a spring breeze.
Maybe it's because I haven't seen Jiang when I was young, and I don't know when she started to engage in art. Anyway, for me, when I met her, she was already a good wife and mother, so I never realized her old age. Middle age is the most permanent state of life, faint and leisurely, standing between blooming and dying. Pulling your hair back at will is warm and homely, and tying it in a bun is noble and elegant.
Maybe this is better. Because youth is fleeting, few faces can withstand the torture of discerning lights. The face of middle-aged people, slightly modified, makes people more sense of identity and even intimacy. Jiang, because she is not the legendary fairy elder sister, she is like my big sister next door who I miss and admire very much when I was a child: every Sunday, she plays incomprehensible classical music and knits sweaters with complicated and beautiful styles, and before the arrival of summer, she will put on an elegant long skirt filled with flowers. As the autumn wind has just started, she has been wrapped in a fashionable narrow waist trench coat. Exquisite life, spiritual pursuit, decent appearance, all of which are integrated into one, making her an independent and gorgeous scenery. That kind of modesty and neatness, as well as the occasional revelation, a little bit, the girl's shyness and clarity, make people deeply admire. Do you have wrinkles around your eyes? It doesn't matter. Who can't? She is more like a little flower in bud of peony.
As time goes by, the years are getting late. In a flash, time really Enemy at the Gates. With the passage of time, youth is no longer an inescapable truth for anyone. Although, as a modern woman, there are countless cosmetics to choose from to cover up the wrinkles on her face, she can't control the weeds in her heart. Love is also a kind of grass. If it is not good at repairing, wrinkles will grow where the grass grows. The wrinkles on the face are not necessarily old, but the wrinkles in the heart are really old. What kind of cosmetics can remedy this wrinkle?
I believe that all women want to live quietly and calmly in the depths of the light at dusk, breathing a quiet and fresh spirit. When Yingying turned around, she looked like the most beautiful Tsing Yi, her sleeves brushed lightly and she was full of absolutely beautiful figure.
When I saw ginger, I seemed to understand that the wind and frost of years can not only erode people, but also infiltrate them. Life is bitter and miserable, and none of us can escape. How to make oneself have connotation, temperament and inner chuckle outside time is a problem that everyone will face.
Time is ruthless, and the charm is natural and true. I hope that in the later stage, as an ordinary woman, I can still have a rich mind and have good confidence in myself. The past cannot be changed; And in the future, I believe it will get better and better.