Those songs that have washed my soul

In the evening, when listening to the radio, I heard an old song “single Love Song” which was once very popular. Maybe it is because November 11th is coming, so it is specially played. I have not listened to this song for many years. More than ten years ago, this song was quite popular. At that time, it was broadcast in streets, lanes, campuses and shopping malls. As if in that year, all people were eager to find their favorite loved ones and loved ones to say goodbye to being single. In those years, our class practiced in other places and lived in the garage of a local village hotel. The life was full and busy. Every morning and evening, this sad and passionate song was played out by the shabby stereo which had been used for three years. Break the tranquility of that small village, and also break the ignorant hearts of some boys and girls. During the whole internship period, except for the memory of those students, there was only the song that boys sang together while playing in the stereo. I went back to school and graduated soon. Everyone went their own ways. Some people became families soon. Everyone laughed, was it because I listened to that song too much at that time and listened for a long time that I was so eager to find someone to end my single life. Another song came to mind again, which was “the first sad man” by Dick Cowboy. At that time, his “how much love can come again” still remained warm. On a winter Sunday, the fog was very strong, and the sun did not come out for a long time. Several of our friends were in a small fire box in a room at a colleague’s home. My colleagues don’t agree because they want to give up their jobs and go to a wider world outside, and because they are opposed by the whole family to fall in love with a man whom everyone dislikes, they don’t know how to make a choice, mood is very bad. We all accompanied her in a stuffy manner. There is a very old recorder on her desk near the window, with Dicker cowboy tapes. She likes this song and love innocence best. At the beginning, we were all very silent. Later, she began to sing softly, and gradually her voice became louder and louder. We also let out the singing voice like ghosts crying and howling to sing with her. Her parents saw that she was in a bad mood during this period of time, so they didn’t say anything about us and went out by themselves. Once we sang all over again and again until our voice became hoarse, it was estimated that the neighbors also escaped. Our singing and tears vent together until we are exhausted. Then we cooked a pot of porridge together. After it was opened, everyone rushed to stir with a spoon, and colleagues also joined in, stirring a pot of porridge into rice mud that could be eaten for babies. In this way, I felt relaxed and my colleagues talked and laughed with us again. Later, I went out to travel and had a happy family with that boyfriend. Sometimes when chatting about the old days, she would mention that singing and stirring up love. I still remember the popular song “heart is too soft”, which is popular and my mother also likes. One mouth is that you are always too soft, too soft, crying alone until dawn. Overnight, everyone became too soft-hearted. The singer is like crying and complaining, while the listener is like infatuated. Mom said that this song expressed her heart. She was really a person who was too soft-hearted. Until today, she still likes this song very much, and I also accompany her to listen to it over and over again. Maybe this song softened my heart. Sometimes, I wonder if I have listened to this song for too long and too much, so that I have become a soft-hearted person. Tracing back to the past, what impressed me most was that when I was in primary school, there was a recorder in a teacher’s home, and “New Mandarin duck Butterfly Dream” was played every noon. Even our primary school students can’t understand what they sing and will hum a few words. Then, everyone prepared a beautiful notebook for copying songs. They also put on colorful star stickers, wrote some playful words, painted some lovely cartoon pictures, passed and copied each other, and everyone took that song book as a treasure. Who has a beautiful song book, who has a novel star sticker, who has copied more songs and can sing more songs, she naturally becomes a star in the class. I remember this is the first song I copied in my song book. Nowadays, many years have passed, because I don’t love music, and I cannot sing a complete song because of my incomplete voice. Songs are really changing with each passing day. The songs promoted by various platforms are of different styles and varied. But no song can take so long time in my heart and leave so many memories like these songs. It seems that I am OUT of what the students said.

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