It's the season of catkins flying, and catkins of poplars can be seen everywhere, white, light and dreamy, flying over the streets. You can always see the dark green in the catkins all over the sky, and the deep, husky songs are drifting ...
I don't want to disturb the young man in front, who is standing by the river and stretching his voice to the fullest. "If life deceives you, don't lose heart, don't give up, just walk along the path. Let's go ... "His voice is like an old man gently telling the dusty story, full of vicissitudes of life after years, which makes people intoxicated. He is slender, with bright black hair and a black scarf around his neck with a white staff. Wearing a dark green coat, floating in the wind, at the end of the song, he slowly opened his eyes, a pair of clear and emotional eyes, flashing bright light, like a flame flashing in the night, and then turned and smiled and left.
Ben came here to sing almost every day. For several days, he didn't come to the river to sing. What happened to him?
I was walking in the street when I suddenly saw a piece of dark green. I saw him walking slowly on the sidewalk, with his head down, unaware of my existence. I ran up to him and asked him what was wrong. I saw him slowly stretch out a trembling hand looking for me, my god! What about those bright eyes? A few tears rolled down his cheeks from his deeply sunken eyes and fell to the ground, smashing the illusion and splashing dust. He patted me on the shoulder and sighed. Then he groped away in confusion. I watched him stupefied, fate! Why do you want to let a person who loves life live in the boundless darkness, and play tricks on him like this? Is it fair?
A few days later, I went to the concert, and I couldn't help thinking of him. If he is free, he can always sing in this concert, which will surely amaze the world!
"The next song," Being a Strong Man in Life ",is sung by Pan Hua, male, 22 years old, blind …", "If life deceives you, don't lose heart, don't give up, just walk along the path …" It's him! That familiar song is that he is back! Yes! Life has deceived you so mercilessly, but you repay it with songs and dispel the haze. You are the strongest in life. Amid the waves of applause, he smiled and said loudly, "Thank you, thank you!" " Tears flow down my cheeks again ...
At dusk, catkins float gently, like a wispy sunset glow, setting off the solid dark green background. On the river bank, he stopped. Looked up and sang the song: "If life deceives you, don't lose heart, don't give up, go along the path, go ..." The only thing that remains unchanged in the singing prose 2
is music.
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Music is the best emotional sustenance; Singing is the most beautiful voice; Grandma is the best singer.
In the middle of the night,
The moon crept up the branches, and the shadows of trees crossed each other appeared on the ground. With the slight shaking of the night wind, the ground in the courtyard gave people a feeling that "the courtyard was as empty as water, algae and cymbals were born in the water".
on a sleepless night, a long song suddenly came from my ear, which was euphemistically pleasant and echoed in the dark night. That's my grandmother's singing. Her singing seems to be telling me a story, a story of a long time ago, which made me indulge in it and gradually lead to endless reverie.
By the river
"There are mountains and mountains, lush forests and bamboo-pruning, as well as clean water and rapids, which are reflected around." The sound of running water in the mountains is a natural sound, true and simple. The sound of running water hitting the river bank seems to be a prelude to a song by my grandmother. A brisk folk song expresses my grandmother's joy. The song is light and lively with the sound of flowing water. This song seems to flow to the distance with the running water, and will not disappear with the passage of time, and will always exist in my ear.
On the hill
Towering and tall mountains are located on the side of my hometown one after another. Green grass and tall trees are everywhere, and the breeze blows slowly and brings fragrance. My favorite is that my grandmother sings on the hill. The mountain makes my grandmother's voice sound loud, not as delicate as it is in the middle of the night, but in the empty valley. It seems that the plants all over the mountain are clapping and applauding with the song, and the busy people in the mountains will echo the song, just like the scene of the Taishou and the people enjoying themselves in Zuiweng Pavilion.
I often think of my grandmother singing softly when I was young in the club where I couldn't sleep; When I hear the sound of running water, I always feel that something is missing; When I hear someone shouting in the mountains, I always think of the loud singing. These are the places where my grandmother's songs passed. The breeze brought her songs to the ends of the earth, and with time, with a long history.
It's snowing, and I'm losing sleep, thinking about who, and my eyes are red. Never see that face again, never hear that song, never see the once ignorant and careless face. The song in memory is not as real as it used to be, but it will never change its feelings. Tossing and turning, I hope to listen to that beautiful voice again and return to my nostalgic years.
The song in that memory will never change, and the soul of that song will always be in my heart. May music always be "plain". After a long, long time, I asked Xia Bei softly in the dark: Are you happy?
Xia Bei looked at me quietly. His eyes are as transparent and shining as crystal, which is a kind of brilliance I have never seen before. He smiled at me slightly. His smile was clean and beautiful, but he didn't speak.
My tears are cold. I want to smile at him. I want to hug him, as I wanted to do many years ago but didn't dare to do.
However, I held out my hand, and only the thin and cool air at five o'clock in the morning was left in front of me.
It's the summer of 2xx. It's stuffy and my eyes ache.
I know, I have lost Xia Bei forever.
I met Xia Bei in the spring of 14, which I will never forget.
I crossed the path behind the school and went to Yuntan to sketch with my sketchpad on my back. There, I first saw Xia Bei.
when I saw him, he was sitting on the stone by the pool, dressed in white, with a handsome side face and a silent expression. I can't see his eyes clearly. At that time, it was quiet all around, with hills like Dai and ducks playing in the water, while Xia Bei, like a prince out of a fairy tale, drifted out of touch.
I quickly sat down, set up my drawing board, and began to brush the painting.
After several strokes, the whole picture was almost completed at one go. When I looked up, I found the boy in the painting standing beside me. He lowered his head slightly and looked at my painting. At such a close distance, his white clothes seemed to shine brightly in my eyes.
My heart was uncooperative and started pounding. I panicked and fell on my painting. I think I must look like a clumsy duck. It almost made me cry.
But Xia Bei smiled, and his voice was as beautiful as music. He said, Hello, my name is Xia Bei.
I hung my head dry and said in a voice that I could hardly hear myself: My name is Hao Yingying.
but my heart is full of flowers, dancing and singing, and it is full of joy.
after that, I began to understand the feeling of liking someone. That feeling is a casual smile he gives you, and you will be happy for a long time.
I think I really, really like Xiabei.
The classrooms in Xiabei are opposite to mine, all on the third floor, with a lawn in the middle. Looking through my window, I can sometimes see his figure, always alone, quietly coming out and then quietly walking in.
among those noisy and childish boys, he is so different and dazzling.
But he was so lonely that I began to understand pain at the age of 14.
I got up the courage and decided to borrow books from Xia Bei's class on the grounds that I didn't bring my Chinese textbook.
I quickly ran down the third floor, then crossed the lawn and gasped for air to climb to the third floor in Xiabei. I'm afraid I'll lose my courage when I stop. When I stand at the door of Xia Bei's class and shout Xia Bei's name, it's so loud that I want to jump off the third floor myself.
I saw Xia Bei looking up in surprise. His face was so beautiful. When he saw it was me, he even smiled slightly.
but that smile was so short that I almost suspected it was my illusion.
when I whispered the words "borrow textbooks" with my head down, I blushed and my heart beat for my lies. At that moment, I heard a sudden burst of whistles and laughter around me.
there was a harsh voice in the middle: "Xia Bei! Lend her the textbook! Ha ha ha! "
I looked up at a loss, and I was facing the icy eyes in the north of summer.
When I got Xia Bei's Chinese textbook, there were tears in my eyes, but I tried not to let them fall out.
I ran down the third floor, crossed the lawn and climbed up my third floor.
Sitting in my seat, looking at Xia Bei's lonely figure with his head down through the window, my tears finally trickled down and wet his textbook.
The handwriting in that textbook is so delicate, but the whole textbook is so shabby.
Almost every page has been torn off, or even torn into several pieces, and countless transparent tapes, like sharp wounds, have spread all over the book, trying to sew them back together, but it is obviously impossible.
I think of the boys' sharp laughter in Xia Bei's class and Xia Bei's icy eyes.
My fingers touched the strips of scotch tape and touched Xia Bei's name, but I couldn't touch Xia Bei's broken heart.
From that moment on, I knew that I would be a little girl who could do nothing about Xia Bei's sadness.
but I can't help crying.
From that day on, I began to stare at the window of Xiabei more and more. I was so eager to get close to him, but I couldn't find the entrance.
It was this day-to-day gaze that made me realize the change when I rushed out of the classroom in Xiabei.
I almost gritted my teeth until the bell rang, and then rushed out of the school gate like crazy. That singing prose 4
I really saw Xia Bei by Yuntan.
he is still in that posture, sitting quietly. I thought he was crying, but his face was obviously dry.
He said, Hao Yingying, do you want to hear me sing?
I don't know why he asked this suddenly. I looked at him blankly.
he doesn't look at me, he looks at the pool, and then he starts singing.
He sings so beautifully. Many, many years later, I have heard countless singers sing live, but no one can sing as well as Xia Bei.
His songs flooded my heart like sad water, wave after wave, as if to drown the whole world.
I almost suspect that this is a dream.
He sang all the songs that were popular at that time, but he sang better than all the original songs. I don't know how long it took. Xia Bei sang like that, and no one bothered us until the sun set behind the mountain, and his voice gradually became hoarse.
He said softly, Hao Yingying, I won't sing, but one day, I will stand on the stage and sing to everyone, so that they will never look down on me again. Do you believe it?
He turned his head to me gently. At that moment, I had a feeling that Xia Bei was actually crying.
But his face is obviously dry. It turns out that there is a kind of tear that flows in his heart.
that's when I had an impulse. I wanted to smile at him, hug him, and tell him that he would be happy, but I didn't dare.
I am still a child who dares nothing. I can only watch Xia Bei leave.
In many, many days, Xia Bei and I will meet at the edge of Yuntan, which seems to be an agreed secret.
He sat quietly and sang in the same posture as when I first met him. His singing became more and more beautiful, and it seemed like nature in this quiet cloud pool.
I sit not far behind him and draw pictures. I have drawn countless pictures of Xia Bei's back and profile, but I have never drawn his front, because I dare not sit in front of him, for I am afraid of my strong heartbeat.
Time goes by day by day like our ignorant youth.
After graduating from junior high school, I was admitted to a key high school, while Xia Bei chose an art secondary school far from home.
He is so anxious to refuse injury and grow up quickly.
The last time I met Xia Bei in Yuntan, he didn't sing. He said, Hao Yingying, I have to go.
my heart is dry and painful.
actually, I already know the answer.
He is a child without a father. He has a perverse mother. He is bullied by all the boys in the class because he is too handsome and thin. Even the teachers don't like him who often plays truant.
But I like him so much, like a prince.
In this world, maybe only I know that when he plays truant, he just sits here and sings alone.
He is just a fragile child who has been hurt a lot. He is so wronged. He wants to grow up and sing.
On that day, I got up the courage to say to him: Xia Bei, do you know how much I like you?
My self-righteous courage is actually just a small whisper like a gnat, so light and so light that I can easily cover it up even with the thin water waves in Yuntan.
Xia Bei, how silly I am, I want to cry.
Xia Bei ...
He suddenly turned his head, and at that moment, there was a bright smile on his face when summer flowers were blooming.
what a charming smile.
what a big smile.
What a warm smile ...
Hao Yingying, you won't forget me, will you?
that was the last sentence he left me by the Yuntan.
so I lost contact with Xia Bei.
when he left the city, he promised to write to me as soon as he arrived at his new school, but he stood me up.
I write him a letter every week, but I can't deliver it without an address.
Those letters are all accumulated in my drawer, which is gradually thick and filled up.
I grew up day by day in this waiting, and I was silent day by day.
three years later, I was admitted to the university and went to another city to study.
I will never forget that day. I was walking aimlessly in the street when suddenly there was a song.