It seems that I have seen this name in the official WeChat account that recommended many folk songs.
Open Netease search ideal, just enter the word ideal, and you can jump out of the ideal for 30 days. As you can see, what jumped into my eyes was a vast blue ocean. There is a seagull flying at the end of the sea. Just like a few ink-stained "poetry radio stations under thick smoke" held up by a light fog. I don't know if this is a radio or a folk song.
Yes, when I heard the first sentence, I was shocked by his hoarse and unclear voice. It seems that I suddenly understand the meaning of his album name. It's like being shrouded in thick smoke, not the choking kind, but the kind that smells sour.
Needless to say, the ideal is 30 days-someone in Zhihu said that January is divided into 30 days: morning, noon and evening. Lent represents a time when ideals will not come true. Another way of saying it is that ten days is ten years, and thirty days is thirty years. Suddenly from a month to 30 years, I suddenly feel sad when I think about it. I agree with this statement, but I don't totally agree. But look at the name. This song is full of idealism, loneliness and stories you want.
Like a lonely boy holding a guitar by the sea.
Singing his story and that girl.
Sing to the sea
Sing to the birds
Suddenly the girl sat down next to him and said, will you take me away?
The boy touched her head.
Lower the head nan nan way:
Have you ever been on a green leather train? You must choose a window seat for that retro little train. You can sit from north to south or from south to north. Plug in headphones and watch the slowly falling sunset. That kind of loneliness seems to come with the invasion of the night. But the heart is very calm, unusually calm. It seems that a person's life is like this journey, and the scenery he has passed is going backwards, but you can only be pushed forward without knowing what the road ahead is. After getting off the bus, I felt refreshed, as if I had just been grandly treated. My so-called grand feeling is just a black hole. I can't think of its existence in the future.
Just be old, don't wake up alone.
Idealists probably all have the same characteristics and are often moved to tears by narcissism.
I prefer Sanmao's article. Life is a slow growth like summer water.
Before the time is ripe, out of existence.
You can cry loudly.
But don't just touch yourself.
It is better to continue studying and strive to achieve arrival and departure.
Lyrics are lyrics, and life is life. We can empathize with the sadness of the tramp in the lyrics, and we can also realize the idealism outside of life.