The hackberry tree is back, bringing with it the year of innocence. On April 30, 2017, Pu Shu’s third album, Orion, was released on NetEase Cloud Music. It received rave reviews and in just a few days, the album sold more than 100,000 copies and received over 10,000 reviews from fans.
The clear voice and simple humming have brought us into the era of fluttering white clothes that has long been left deep in our memories. The song "The Year of Innocence" seems to be listening to one's own past. At night, a person is walking on the university campus. The tall poplar trees are fluttering with catkins. Under the dim street lights, people are coming and going, including girls with long hair and clean boys in white shirts.
What a beautiful and regretful world this is. At that time, the stars were bright and the moon was bright, and we were still young and bright people. Thanks to Master Park for allowing us to relive those green years.
In his early years, Pu Shu was indeed a bright young man. Now that he is back, he has an extra nickname: Master Park.
People say that the master was away for half his life and was still a young man when he came back. In my opinion, the master has never left, and his singing will always tell the story of youth.
Although during this period, he left us for a while. He was depressed, autistic, and once lost interest in singing. But he came back in the end, he couldn't let go of his fans, and he couldn't stop loving music.
Just like in our youth, we have been enthusiastic, unrestrained, proud, hesitant, and sad. But in the end we all have to grow up and return to the ordinary.
With this kind of growth, we must go through vicissitudes of life; we must be full of stories. Because in the end, we are all people with stories.
In 2000, I went from my hometown to study at university. But within a few days of college, I felt very embarrassed. College life is easy, with less homework and a lot of free time. Herein lies the problem. My roommate asked me to accompany him to sing, but I said I couldn’t do it; my roommate asked me to accompany him to learn to dance at the University Art Center. I mustered up the courage to go, but I persisted for a few days and ultimately failed to learn it. ;My roommate took me to the Internet cafe to play games, but I couldn't keep up; I don't know football, and I don't know basketball...
During that time, I had to do it every day Staying in the dormitory, looking at the ceiling, thinking about the unpredictable future. , pessimistic, depressed, sensitive, cowardly, overwhelmed.
One lonely afternoon, I was lying in bed in a daze. A roommate rushed in from outside and yelled, "This album is great." I took a look and it was called "I Go to 2000". The cover of the album was a golden wheat field. I jumped out of bed.
I have a hunch that this album will be different. During that time, I kept listening to his songs during the day and at night. His music is clean and clear, and his simple warble is full of unique fragility, confusion, melancholy, uneasiness and sadness. Listening to his songs those days, I felt very peaceful.
Those days, what I did most was read books, listen to music and think about things. Gradually, I became cheerful. If I couldn't play basketball, I would watch them play; if I couldn't play football, I would become a goalkeeper; if I couldn't sing, I would just hum.
Later I realized that those years and those things should all be like youth.
In the summer vacation of 2014, college classmates reunited. I went to the provincial capital for a medical check-up, but I didn't make the trip. I was lying in a hotel, waiting for the results of the check-up. Looking through the photos of the group gathering, listening to "Those Flowers" makes my eyes sour. A song brings us back to the past, something only Pu Shu can do.
After graduation, he returned to his hometown and worked in a public institution in the county town, eating and waiting to die. The days are ordinary, life is like running water. More than ten years have passed, and I have been mediocre and ordinary. Suddenly I seem to have taken everything lightly and forgotten the meaning of life. It was this year that a resignation letter became popular all over the country. The world is so big and I want to see it. . Faced with a career that can be seen through at a glance, faced with the same living conditions for many years, and faced with the turmoil of the world, I really want to leave and go to the end of the world with my sword.
During that time, my mental state was very poor. A limerick I wrote on Weibo can very well reflect my living conditions at that time.
One day at noon, I accidentally turned on the computer, and a familiar name came into view. Pu Shu's "Hao Hao Hao" 2015 national tour concert was fully launched. I checked the performance arrangements in many places, but in the end it did not happen.
I could only listen to Pu Shu’s songs online, and the one I listened to most at that time was “The Ordinary Road.”
It's still that clear and clean voice, still filled with helplessness and sadness, but the melody is much brighter.
Pu Shu has grown up after all. Maybe this is not a perfect world, just because of our young minds. When you are struggling in this world, you will always feel a little discouraged.
However, we finally got better!
I have suffered from sleepless nights and dreams since I was a child. I used to suffer from depression, neurasthenia, neurosis and migraines, and was sensitive and irritable. I gradually recovered and became the relaxed state of mind I have now.
I understand Pu Shu, and I think of a text he wrote, "Thanks to life, although it is so imperfect, so ugly, but it really made me mature, and I finally became a person." You have to be firm and try to smile."
We must finally reconcile with the world. Although the feelings of youth are poetry, they are ultimately a dream. We have crossed mountains and seas, and we will eventually become ordinary people. However, when we look back, life is no longer coming.
At the end of the day, we are all people with stories.
_______? I would like to use this article to pay tribute to the youth that will eventually pass away