The moonlight at midnight is very white, which inadvertently awakens some sleeping memories.
I heard the songs of the years, I heard the soft whispers under the starry sky, I heard those sad and ethereal songs, and I heard the musical artistic conception as white as snow soaked by the old days.
Who's that? It floats for a long time, mixing tears, smiles and thoughts in a petal. Who's that? At this moment, I miss it very much ...
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[I only care about you]
"If I didn't meet you/what would my life be like there/I should cherish my life/Maybe know someone/lead an ordinary life/I wonder if there will be love as sweet as honey …"-Teresa Teng's I only care about you.
Tonight, the cold wind blows my hair gently through the gap in the window. On such a cold winter night, this very lyrical song suddenly sounded in my ear. That note, like falling petals, is beautiful to my mood at the moment. Singing, opened the curtain of memory:
Many, many years ago, in the center of the campus stage of China Normal University, under the spotlight, a beautiful girl in a white dress sang Teresa Teng's famous work-I only care about you. The audience, no applause, no cheers, only one thousand ears are listening quietly. ...
I only care about you. I think this is a familiar song. Walking through the streets of life, I have heard and sung many times.
Every touching love song has a special mood. I remember you said that as long as you close your eyes, even if you stand in the sea of people, you can clearly hear my gentle song like running water, from the bottom of my heart.
In a blink of an eye, the girl who sang this song on the stage in those days has been worn down by the years. In the light and peaceful days, year after year, day after day, and many women in this city generally live a dull life in the triviality of daily necessities. Only occasionally, those romantic factors in my bones are still stirring. Only occasionally, I write those feelings, looks and talents in black and white to warm myself in this cold winter night.
There is always a faint feeling, feeling that the years are in a hurry, feeling that there are too many unexplained fates in life. Every step is difficult and helpless, and I walked carefully. My feet are full of emotional fragility, but my face is filled with indifferent happiness. Although, sometimes I will miss you, sometimes I will sing, and sometimes I will reflect on your concern in my heart and feel your deep affection. The delicate and silent wonderful things are condensed in the tender depths.
Finally, I know that not every relationship is beautiful, and not every journey is intoxicating. Perhaps it is the regret that we can't have that makes us more tender, and it is the sleepless night that makes us more nostalgic.
Emotion is an unanswered questionnaire, and hard questioning does not mean persistent pursuit. Maybe there is a little regret; Maybe a little sad. But mutual understanding makes this answer meaningful and long-lasting. Who says you have to get it if you like it? The moment you get it, the whole process of love is brilliant. You may find that it is not as beautiful as you think, but there is an exciting theme song in your life.
"Without you, where would I be? Time flies, I only care about you ... "Such a love song is very sad, but its taste is always so lingering.
When can we understand that love is always beautiful, not forever, and regret will become a lingering sound, so we should pay attention to it. Only when you are stupid will you know how to persist and give up at the right time. In gain and loss, we will gradually know ourselves, learn to give up, and turn around and leave before crying. Leave a simple back, bury the past in your heart and leave the best memories. I believe that love, like love songs, the highest state should be the lingering feeling, a temperament and a self-cultivation from the inside out. Love is love, there is nothing to regret.
This song is still ringing in my ears. Do you still remember this song sung for you in the distance, and will you still remember the girl who once sang it? After many years, that song remains the same, and I am no longer me, and you are no longer you, but in any case, I will still appreciate your poetic romantic feelings and care for me through every winter of my life.
Because I care about you, I am willing. I have been silently wishing you a better life than me, and you must be happier than me. I have eyes but I can't see your figure at any time, ears but I can't hear your voice at any time, hands but I can't hold you at any time, and a heart can secretly miss you at any time. ...
[moonlight in the city]
"The moonlight in the city illuminates the dream/please warm his heart/see through the gathering and dispersion of the world/can you have more happy fragments? The moonlight in the city lights up the dream/Please protect him/If we can meet again one day/Let happiness spread all night … "—— Xu Meijing's Moonlight in the City.
I seldom listen to Xu Meijing's songs, only vaguely remember her song "Moonlight in the City". One night long ago, it slipped out of the radio and was clearly fixed in my memory. In the city, I have never paid special attention to the moonlight overhead, but I firmly believe that the moonlight in nature is a hundred times more beautiful than the lonely and pale moonlight in the city. But when the dead of night, that touch of moonlight poured like water in front of my window, and I suddenly found that the moonlight in the city was so beautiful.
I remember that the first time I noticed the moonlight was on a silent autumn night. That night, I sat quietly in front of the computer and chatted with my college classmate Yi Yun. We used to be bunk roommates. At the other end of the network, she confided to me the yearning and helplessness of being far away from Qian Shan in recent years.
She said, I miss college life very much. At that time, we were in the same dormitory. We had a good time whispering in the middle of the night ... Now, we can only look at the bright moon. I looked at the screen intently, and I could deeply feel her mood at this moment. Later, we talked about moonlight. She praised the bright and flawless moon, and I looked up at the window. The soft moon floats in the dark sky, giving off gorgeous light. At that moment, I froze. On such a sad and lonely autumn night, there is a gentle full moon hanging in the sky, looking at us affectionately. My heart is trembling, imagining thousands of delicate moonlight intertwined like lines, releasing charming brilliance at the other end of the galaxy. I seem to see Yi Yun coming out of this beautiful splendor so lightly, just like the goddess of moonlight came into this world.
Yi Yun's tearful farewell to graduation year also reminds me of the past. Her hometown is Yichun, Jiangxi. After graduation, she chose to work in her hometown. The night before departure, we gathered on the campus lawn, and the same moonlight shone gently on us. Looking up, a lone star looms in the sky. Our hands were tightly held together, and our eyes were full of parting sadness. We hugged, cried and said the words of blessing, and sang the song "Moonlight in the City":
"The moonlight in the city illuminates the dream.
Please warm his heart and see through the ups and downs of the world.
Can we have more happy episodes?
The moonlight in the city illuminates the dream,
Please protect him, if we can meet again one day,
Let happiness spread throughout the night ... "
After leaving the university for so many years, things are different, the scenery remains the same, and people are different. The four-year study of college students is so beautiful. Those happy times and those youthful years shining with countless rays have been tightly held in my hands.
On the day I saw Yi Yun off, I said to my classmates: We won't cry, and we will get together one day. Farewell, wave, wave again, Yi Yun's figure gradually blurred, turned to cry, tears burst its banks. ...
Such a beautiful night is vivid because of the moon. Such a vivid month, because there is light and brightness. The moonlight in the city shines selflessly and fascinates people. The moonlight in the city flows slowly, which makes people enchanted. I wonder if you also feel the silence of the moonlight and hear the softness of this song under another starry sky. ...
[sound of falling snow]
"The snow in February seems like a farewell/when we walk down this street/how awkward I am alone in winter/the snow in February is in front of the window/blurs my vision/the moment in tears/I miss you very much, but there is no language ..." —— Sitar tan's The Sound of Snowflakes Falling.
When the snow falls, the door of the soul is blocked by a piece of white jade, rustling, rustling. Whose footsteps are in a hurry and whose longing is gentle?
Bauhinia petals fall and fill the path of my heart. They are flying in the air, and their lightness looks like my dancing when I was young, just like I slowly fell with a gentle gesture. Aren't all those flying around flowers, but the beauty in their eyes is enough for people to remember for a lifetime? Looking at the flowers, I smiled alone in the porch, rustling, rustling.
Snow white is covered with yellow, and my thoughts are getting stronger, rustling, rustling. Who is lurking in the bottom of my heart, who is staring at Pujiang?
Traces of slipping between fingers, such as agreement, rustling, rustling. The knot that can't be untied is still silent in this April day.
That's the sound of snow falling in Sitar tan. I have seen such comments in many places, saying that it is the most affectionate love song in 2007. Is it a love song? No, it sounds more like a sad solo. If this is a love song, how hurtful it is to miss it. Listening to this song, I suddenly feel like crying. I was deeply infected by this song, and it penetrated into my mind faintly, slowly and softly.
Many times, I often think alone: what is the sound of snow falling? Crispy or silent? Is it helpless or light as silk? Born in the south of China, the snowy scenery is only in my childhood memory. The snow in the bustling city disappears quickly, and every time I wake up one night, I can only vaguely see the snow-covered treetops. Walking on the road, the streets have already been cleaned. What is snow like? In a hurry, no one has time to look closely and appreciate it. Not to mention the sound of falling snow, if you want to have it, you just listen to the rustling snowflakes in your fantasy and imagine the white hexagonal petals spinning and dancing in the dark. Only in this way can I feel the sound of snowflakes falling in my imagination.
A person's winter, love songs are sung in a mess. Is it okay not to sing this kind of love song?
I hummed this song several times in my mind and found it really smooth. Did it win people's love because of its simplicity? A little bit of pain spread in the tune, and the gentle and helpless female voice sang peacefully: I miss you very much, but there is no language. In this way, on a snowy winter night, the snow fluttered, but stood alone in the street, accompanied by the sound of falling snow accompanied by her sigh.
Now, listening to this song makes me cry easily. Listen, I buried myself in my arms and let my tears roll. Tears flow down, like a thousand years of snow. Obsessed for a thousand years, for this result? In the long online sea, I passed countless people, and occasionally a touch of purples that made me move. After stopping, I held high, pleasantly surprised and devoted myself to the truth. However, the days together are short. Thousands of years of wandering, thousands of years of searching, thousands of years of waiting, just for that blooming bauhinia. However, now I can only stand alone under the bauhinia tree, smiling sadly and listening to sad songs, such as snowflakes at night, which bloom instantly.
If you leave, if you leave, if you leave. ...
It turns out that I am just a passer-by, and between you and me, I can't resist the secular intrusion after all.
A wisp of smoke, floating in the wind, green silk wrapped around your fingers. Yesterday, the oath was still in my ear; Today, I am alone. It's boring to lament the fate of the year before last.
On such a beautiful April day, I was moved by a winter song and couldn't help humming along:
"The snow in February is like a farewell. The snow in February blurs the line of sight in front of the window. At the moment when tears are dripping, I miss you very much, but there is no language ..."
Looking back suddenly, on that day, three thousand flowers fell and three thousand snow fell.
[Dimfragrance]
"When the petals leave the flowers/the fragrance is still there/after the storm, the fragrance is still there/No one comes to smell it/If love tells me to go on/I will fight to the end of love/If my heart dies in glory/Love will be reborn in the ashes/Unforgettable lingering whispers/Pay tribute to me with your smile/When the petals leave the flowers, the fragrance is still there ..." —— Dimfragrance by Sha Baoliang.
This song "Dimfragrance" is the theme song of the TV series "Golden Powder Family", which was deeply interpreted by Sha Baoliang.
As touching as this song is the faint fragrance in the play. In my opinion, the golden powder family is a gorgeous oil painting, which makes me sigh so beautiful.
In addition to this song Dimfragrance, like an altar of spirits, the ending song "Let her land" in the play is like a clear spring, refreshing. If I fell in love with Dimfragrance at first sight, then I have fallen in love with letting her land for a long time. Although this song is not dark and fragrant, it has a unique flavor. Singer He Lu handled the song just right, and her voice was released freely, which vividly explained the struggle and heartache in the song.
If we compare this song to a flower, the fragrance is as bright as a rose, and her land is as clear as a cold plum.
"She is not as gorgeous as fireworks, nor does she migrate like a bird;
It's just a flying kite, I'm afraid your heartache will be relieved;
The clue of memory is in your hands;
If you can land her, the sky is like endless freedom;
You know, my heart is too lonely in the wind, so let her stay in your arms. ……"
Listening to the episode of Golden Powder Family, I naturally thought of the hero and heroine in the play-"Leng Qingqiu" and "Jin Yanxi";
Leng Qingqiu is a beautiful lily, so holy and elegant, smart and transparent, so out of tune with the bustling customs. To quote someone else, it is "the beauty of peaches and plums is true, and each has its own fragrance." I have an admiration for her that borders on jealousy. She is not as gorgeous as fireworks, nor will she migrate like a bird, but she is a very poor woman, and people want to hold it in their hands and protect it under their wings.
Jin Yanxi is a sunflower, always full of energy and enthusiasm, with arrogance and domineering. What I like best is the teasing of his mouth when he squints, with a hint of childishness and cynicism. Yan Xi is also a kind, honest and single-minded young man. He pursues free and pure love and hates leaning on red and green in the world of flowers and flowers.
So, when a pure woman like Leng Qingqiu came into his life, he fell in love at first sight. ...
However, due to his unique environment, his own unique personality is weak. For example, relying on the power of the father of his own prime minister, he idles around all day, pursues nothing, has no sense of responsibility, and pampers himself.
Leng Qingqiu grew up in a poor family, and she advocated self-reliance, relying on her own strength to get rid of poverty, integrate into society, and reflect her life value. This is in sharp contrast with Jin Yanxi's outlook on life. The conflict of ideas and the choice of life path caused the tragedy of their love. Leng Qingqiu and Jin Yanxi, one light and one fierce, do not belong to the same category.
Humming "Let her land", I seem to be close to this woman's heart. That is a broken kite floating in the vast universe. This is a ship that has lost its direction. It floats and sinks in the vast sea. No matter how tired and lonely she is, she will only be silent. The reason is that she is afraid of the heartache of her beloved, leaving because of love and drifting for love. Do you know this mentality? May you cherish, may you cherish, what a good song "Let Her Fall to the Ground".
After watching the Jinfen family, the music lingered in my ear for a long time. What remains in my memory is a lily, as if the petals have really withered, and the faint fragrance is still there. ...
[parting at the most beautiful time]
"If one day you can't see me anymore/when you can't find my figure/will you blame me so easily/banish my thoughts/when you turn around/quietly escape from behind you/disappear into the vast world/there won't be any news and tips ..."-Long Hua Wei's departure at the most beautiful time.
Late at night, Long Huawei's music "Farewell at the Most Beautiful Time" floated in my ears, and the piano sounded like running water. Several beautiful melodies of disappointment and sadness flowed into the deep and wide night, fading my graceful and ethereal heart ...
Tonight, my floating heart can't be calm. Find out the "Purple Home" spiritual comfort music series made by Long in the CD cabinet. As soon as I open it, a sad rhythm will slowly flow out, beating my sleepless heart. I am sad for this sadness and dancing in my space for this most beautiful note.
Parting at the most beautiful time is like a flower unwilling to leave the comfort of sunshine. When her withered dance dazzled the autumn clothes, she waited quietly and peacefully for the next reincarnation. Smile is her most beautiful parting gift to the earth, because there are always beautiful flowers in the color of light.
Parting at the most beautiful time is like Ye Er spinning a farewell in the fiery sunset in late autumn and burning the whole maple forest. Parting at the most beautiful time, no crying, no tears, no sadness, full of deep affection for the roots, into the nostalgia for the land.
Parting at the most beautiful time is like I don't want to let go of your hand. Memory is a beautiful mark that can't be erased. Holding hands in the vast Chineydy, is the night fading away another pair of eyes, or is your brilliance penetrating my heart? I have to let go of your hand, let go of the lonely night in the gurgling stream, and put down a long brow to care about your heart. Even though the vast sky is endless, I still hold on to a beauty.
Just then, a wisp of delicate fragrance drifted away and slowly rose. Is that reliving memories or imagining euphemistic music tomorrow? At the best time, we left the best memories, the deepest memories and the deepest impressions. We broke up, with a little rustling and sadness, like this fragrant silk thread, all the affection slowly disappeared. How did this deep affection dissipate, how did this profound friendship recede, and how did this fragrance fade away?
Every step, every floating day and night, is depicting the picture of tomorrow along the track of yesterday. Why is it always wet when it suddenly rains? Those torn words are no longer the decoration of the heart, just like sad notes dancing in a beautiful melody, drifting with the wind and snow in my heart ... sitting quietly, waiting for inspiration, my mind is empty, and there is no shadow I want to catch, so I feel very calm, but there is a silent agitation.
I was moved by this deep and quiet night. It is the softness and quiet charm of the night blue that attracts a quiet moonlight to my window. Those sentimental leaves fluttered in the wind, and the fragmentary shadows shook tightly on my glass. It seems to make a swish sound, and it seems like a deep and quiet poem, flowing gently in the moonlight river, which is relaxing.
This common sight, which happens almost every day on such a night, is very close to my sight, but it has never touched my heart like today, and I have never found that their shaking is so beautiful. It really seems that your figure is shaking in front of my window, gently moistening my thoughts, staring at the white paper scattered on my desk, smiling sweetly and waiting for me to say warm and subtle mood words, and a sweet rustling smell permeates my emptiness. I looked up at the oil painting of birch forest hanging on the inclined wall. The small wooden bridge was covered with thick snow, and red ribbons were left on the side of the bridge, but there were no footprints. I can't imagine whether you went to the birch forest on this side of the bridge or the birch forest on the other side of the bridge. I don't know how long it will take me to finish writing how many thoughts you left me in the dream and how many blanks you left me in the memory.
The heart blown by the wind gradually stops, only for the most beautiful richness, and the night gradually calms down, only to move your touch, my touch, and our touch. ...
A vast sea of people, an encounter, a conversation, a knowing look. In this casual way, we met and knew each other, and perhaps there was a little sympathy and dependence in our hearts, which was unforgettable and difficult to give up.
As I said, not being together is the most beautiful and holy, and missing each other is the longest perfection.