I don’t know when I started to pay attention to “Happy Girl” and the girl who hugged the guitar and sang innocent songs. She always sits very casually, with her right foot elevated, her left hand constantly changing postures, and her right hand gently sweeping over the strings, equally casual and unpretentious, drawing a very beautiful arc. Sometimes, lying on the floor in the living room with my head on my hands, watching the fast girl competition, admiring Zeng Yike's beautiful posture, I can't help but start daydreaming. To be precise, late at night, I fell asleep to the melody of the guitar, with the fantasy of holding the guitar in my hands.
During the summer vacation, when I ran into my old friends on the street and mentioned something like "I'm learning guitar", they would always widen their eyes and ask: "Really?" and also add "Very good." Cool! ”
When it comes to music, I can tell you without hesitation that I am an absolute idiot. It's really scary to think about it. In the music class, it was like a person who didn't understand English at all came to England.
It’s the dog days of summer, and the cicadas are having a blast. Carrying the guitar on my back will inevitably make me out of breath. The ground was filled with dancing light spots. I stepped on them and walked on the way to the music store, cursing the weather in my heart. At this time, I often think of the camel Xiangzi written by Lao She, pulling a cart and running huffing and puffing under the scorching sun. I look as embarrassed as Xiangzi right now, right? Carrying such a big guy back and forth is not really enjoyable!
The electric fan beside me was wheezing. The room is very hot and stuffy, making people feel even more lazy. The sweat on the hands accidentally smeared on the dark blue surface of the piano, leaving dirty fingerprints, like a dirty child holding a piece of crystal lovingly, dirtying its beauty. I often sit on the floor and wipe off my handprints with a napkin. Their corpses are lying on the ground, mercilessly trampled into balls. The light reflected on the surface of the piano made it very soft in the eyes. After studying, I always held the guitar, so my mother labeled me as not doing my job properly.
When I first started learning guitar, my fingertips were always scarlet. The fingers kept rubbing against the strings, so that when they touched the strings, they immediately moved away as if they were electrocuted. The painful feeling spread from the fingertips, and he grinned in pain. But how can we see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?
After several weeks of practice, the fingertips of his left hand gradually became hardened, and each one developed the ability to be "invulnerable". After a few days, it began to shed its skin, as if the cicada had spent its sleeping days and began to shed its shell. And I myself feel that I am undergoing transformation and spiritual sublimation.
At night, the noisy world becomes silent. It is difficult to see any lights in the surrounding residential buildings. Holding the dark blue guitar, I suddenly felt like I no longer belonged to anyone. Everything gradually faded away from my eyes. When I closed my eyes, I came to a world where I was the only one. In front of me was a clear lake, with the reflection of my guitar in my hand in the water. It was very casual and unpretentious. In the silent night, no one can hear me, my singing is dissolved in the sound of the guitar. I feel very happy. Some things have been accumulated in my heart for a long time and are about to rot. It is very happy and relaxing to let them out at this moment. It's like standing in the wilderness, arms open, and the breeze caressing your cheeks. This kind of unrestrained, free, and comfortable in a reverie.
Music has never entered my life before. But for a moment, I felt that the music belonged to me too.
Guitar has always been my dream, and I always play and sing the first song I learned over and over again: "Seize every minute of our lives and go all out for the dreams in our hearts..."