When I was still in college, during the day and night when there were no classes, there would always be the hysterical singing of my brother Long in the dormitory: one cup to the morning sun, one cup to the moonlight.

At that time, I was obsessed with Leslie Cheung, Andy Lau, Jacky Cheung, Joey Wong, Faye Wong, and Tony Leung Chiu-wai. I ridiculed Brother Long several times. The songs of this era sound devoid of any emotion or story. It makes you feel as drunk as if you were drunk. How stupid.

Brother Long is like the Mao Buyi I know now. He didn’t argue with me, nor did he completely ignore me; he just looked at me and smiled softly. It seems that "Xiaochou" is like a pot of rice wine. It's not about alcohol, it's just about being tipsy.

One cup to the morning sun, one cup to the moonlight

Everyone who enters society probably has a moment of solitude. Both men and women smoke a cigarette alone in the room, or drink a glass of wine or tea alone in the room. Loneliness means having no one to accompany us. Even if we are accompanied by someone, no one understands us.

The morning sun, the moonlight. Perhaps they understand each other best, but they are the least able to see each other. I pictured in my mind the image of raising a glass of wine alone to the moonlight. I thought of a movie I watched by Shu Qi two years ago. The whole movie had a very poor narrative, but the character Sheng Ruxi played by Shu Qi said a sentence that almost made me burst into tears.

Ruxi has a successful career and is a girl that successful men are willing to pursue, but she always feels that she has not met the right person. At that time, her parents and relatives were forcing her to get married every day. One day after a blind date, Ruxi took her mother home. In front of the red street light, Ruxi was forced to say helplessly: The whole world has discriminated against your daughter deeply enough, and now you are discriminating against me too.

Marriage, employment, having children, making money, chasing dreams, and even special hobbies. Sometimes when we look back, we suddenly feel that the whole world has abandoned us. Parents, relatives, and friends can understand our thoughts in many things. How difficult it is.

Loneliness probably means having to carry some things on your own.

Loneliness is probably like carrying a rock on your shoulders and pretending there is no weight on your shoulders.

One cup for hometown, one cup for the distance

One cup for tomorrow, one cup for the past

One cup for freedom, one cup for death

One The twelve glasses of wine in the song "Xiaochou" are probably enough to make you tipsy.

In every line of lyrics and music, the first thing to respect is always the beautiful things: the warm rising sun, the lovely hometown, the white tomorrow, the precious freedom

In order to obtain or make these things For a long time, we ran around and performed with each other, and it often turned into: the desolate moonlight, the confused distance, the lost past, the cold death advertisement

Brother Long once told me that "Xiaochou" is In a poem, Mao Buyi looks like Liang Bo, the same person as my favorite Jacky Cheung, Tony Leung, Joey Wong, Faye Wong, Leslie Cheung, and Andy Lau. Brother Long has gone to another place, and I will probably never hear his hysterical "Xiaochou" in the same room again in this life. What Mao Buyi sang was more than just a song?

"Xiaochou" is like a poem and a pot of wine. People who have heard it probably won’t get drunk, but their inner mood swings are no less than drunkenness. Singing, drum beats, rhythm, lyrics and music, instruments played...

All these are like the human body, hair by hair, cell by cell, affecting each other and intoxicating people's hearts.

May we all be able to put aside our past grievances with ourselves and disappear from all sadness.