Many people say that folk singers are poor, and once they become famous, they can no longer sing the flavor of the year, and they are all moaning without illness. In fact, people can't be poor all their lives, and singers can't touch everyone's heart with every song. I don't want to judge right or wrong, but I hope those who sing with their hearts can bring us more emotion. Among the folk singers, my favorite is the good sister band. Even though many songs are covers, their styles are unique. Qin Hao's voice is gentle and clean, like listening to the wind talking, the rain ticking and the snow falling.
20 14 In the last month of school, the classroom was very quiet. I came to the classroom early. Someone has a phone that says "gentle night wind". It sounds like the night wind is blowing, and it has suppressed my lingering heart. Later, I went to listen to many good sisters' songs and a radio station hosted by them.
The guest invited by the first phase of the radio station is Da Bing, who wrote such a story "A Child's Wish" in the book Amitabha. A middle-aged couple came to Da Bing's cabin in Lijiang River. When they found Da Bing, their eyes were full of tears. They told Da Bing that they had a lovely child, but they had cancer. Da Bing said he was sorry. Da Bing didn't have that much money to save the child. The middle-aged couple went on to say that the child was gone and their child liked ice very much. The child wrote a song. Before he died, the child asked his parents to give it to Da Bing after he left. In order to fulfill their children's wishes, the middle-aged couple took the train for more than 20 hours, came to Dabing's cabin, found Dabing, and gave him the songs written by the children before their death. Both husband and wife are middle school teachers. Their life is simple, their children are smart and sensible, and unexpected events have taken away their beloved son. No family can accept such pain. Da Bing opened the USB flash drive given to him by a middle-aged couple, which contained not only the lyrics written by the children, but also the words written by the children to their parents. A 13-year-old child is worried that his parents will be unhappy when they know that they have few days left, so the child gives his parents strength in this way, and the child also hopes that their parents can continue to live a happy life without being too sad. I really want to hug this kind child.
When telling this story, Da Bing also choked up. When he got the lyrics, his first thought was the good sister band, and this song "I can also be a wandering poet" came into being. Big city, ego, small world, walk slowly, a child has such a small wish.
In Da Bing's book, I also learned about a folk singer, Zhao Lei, Da Bing's cabin, a group of people with stories, wine with bottle caps open, and Zhao Lei holding a guitar. The most familiar is Zhao Lei's paintings. For us who have just left the society, our beloved people and dreams seem far away. Zhao Lei's voice is a little hoarse, that is, a stroke by stroke and a lamp illuminate the direction that was once clear and now becomes a little blurred. In Zhao Lei's singing, I smelled the delicious rice on my mother's stove in my hometown, saw a girl in a floral skirt squatting and touching the cat basking on the threshold, and heard the first cock crow in the fifth watch.
Tired, then don't rush; Do you like the present state? Use warm time to meet the person you want to see; Do you still remember your dream? Take a step forward. Countless nights listening to folk songs, the darkness of the night is bleached, and we are all as confused as the people in the story behind the lyrics, while accepting the vicissitudes of life and sticking to our hearts.
Listen to those folk songs again, and every detail is a poem:
I want to ride the wind and waves all over the yellow sand ocean, and I have a misunderstanding with it.
Be brave.
In July, jam
You are snowing heavily in the sunny south and I am in the cold night in the north. If it is before dark, I will forget that your eyes are too bad to complete a dream in my life.
Nannan madi
You are a liar like me, embracing the dust of the city.
Please gently take off my mask and kiss this short time.
I will drink a glass of soft wine every soft night.
Whether he is right or wrong, whether he is worried or not, as long as you are in my north.
North Queen Yao XIII
I've seen heavy rain in the desert, the sea kissing sharks,
I have seen dusk chasing dawn, but I have never seen you;
I know that beauty will grow old, and there is life besides life.
I know there are poems in the wind, but I don't know you;
Chen Li in Strange Songs
You have accumulated a lot of flights, you have carefully selected souvenirs, you have collected every beautiful day on the map, you have embraced a passionate island, you have buried memories of Turkey, you are nostalgic for the beautiful and illusory scenes in the movie, but you can't tell me why you love me.
The Significance of Traveling to Chen Qizhen
Will all sparrows die in winter?
Has everyone lost their conscience about money?
Is it true that only poor children can sing the most beautiful songs?
Is it true that only vagrants understand the hardships of life?
"Sese Sese" Zhou Wang Laohu
Lend me ten years, lend me the courage to run away from the world, lend me the vow to be lonely at first sight, lend me the freshness of not being afraid of being crushed, and lend me the boldness and recklessness of tomorrow.
"Lend me" Xie Chunhua
He was only eighteen years old that year, and you were in the prime of life.
When it comes to childhood friends, people always say "they"
That year you searched hard under the tree at the head of the village.
He came late.
The landlord's cat is brewing in autumn.
If you also love folk songs, if you also love poetry, if you are on the road, please believe that you are not alone on this road.