Write something about life| that night we sang Lu Binghua

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We often listen to some songs, listen to them, and can't stop. We used to hum a certain song, hum and sing, and unconsciously repeat it again and again. Songs can be looped singles, and even old songs can be listened to and sung again, and some roads in life are walking, we can't stop, but we can't go back to the past.

In the summer, late at night, a man was driving down an empty street with a familiar piece of music coming from the radio.

Night and night remembered her mother's words

Shimmering tears Lu Binghua

The stars in the sky do not speak

The doll on the ground misses her mother

Eyes in heaven blink

Mother's heart Ah Lu Binghua..."

Listening to the song made me drift back to my middle school days.

"Lu Binghua", this is a song we learned to sing when we were in middle school. That year, in the early 1990s, I attended Heyuan Middle School.

Heyuan Middle School is a fairly good school in Yongkang Rural Middle School. There are clear streams that snake past the school, like a turquoise streamer, there are all kinds of small fish in the stream, and you can find crabs by flipping through the stones at random. The school is surrounded by a patch of farmland and mulberry leaf garden, every year the mulberry ripening season, is the most happy time for the students, into the mulberry forest for a while, you can pick a hand full of purple mulberry fruit, the corners of the mouth are still traces of mulberry fruit; there are several beautiful peaks around the lotus garden, such as Sihou Mountain, ZhuShan and Fangshan are not far away, in the evening if you want to climb high and look far, ride a bicycle past a few minutes to the foot of the mountain, climb to the top of the mountain does not take much time, on the top of the mountain, the surrounding Qingwei Street and Elephant Pearl and other villages can be seen, Liangtian Wan stretches to the unknown far away, so that we have a lot more reverie and expectations in our youth.

Most of the students in Heyuan live in the school, and there are relatively few day students, and the students in the villages of dozens of kilometers around the school, such as Tangxian, Zhongshan, Yalu and other places, all go to school here. Every night before the start of the self-study, the school arranges fifteen minutes of time, which is entertainment time. At that time, there was no entertainment activity, generally the students taught themselves to sing, and there were students in the class who sang very well, and they would volunteer to go on stage to teach the students to sing. Generally speaking, those who can go up to teach singing are either literary and art committee members or those who sing well in the class.

One night, a girl named Lou Peipei taught us to sing "Lu Binghua". The melody of this song is simple, and after a while, the students learned the song. After that, an unforgettable phenomenon occurred, without the need for Lou students to conduct, after the students sang a song, they continued to sing it again, such as a single loop, singing over and over again...

That summer night, I don't know if it was in the boring study, whether it was in the high tension pressure, whether it was in a place far away from relatives, this song suddenly aroused everyone's different feelings, touched everyone's heart, and sang a different special atmosphere together, and a different emotion spread out.

When the class time came, the math teacher stood at the door of the classroom holding the textbook and looked at the scene with some surprise. The students ignored it, forgot the time, and continued to sing over and over again, and some students became more and more engaged in singing, and the corners of their eyes were full of tears.

Outside the window is a quiet playground, across the wall is the mulberry garden, is the creek. Under the white fluorescent lamp in the classroom, there are childish and youthful faces, singing with devotion and selflessness.

In the song, a kind of collective homesickness flowed from one face to another.

The teacher raised his hand to tap the door, but closed it again, and he closed the door gently and slowly paced towards the dark playground. I saw him take a sharp sip of his cigarette, and for a moment the light of the fire illuminated his eyes looking up at the stars, and there was a kind of warm tolerance, and there seemed to be a tear of stars.

How the "single loop" ended like this, I forgot. But that night when Lu Binghua was sung in tears was engraved in the hearts of many people and was unforgettable.

Later, when I was in college, there was a very similar thing. One night in the dormitory, a classmate named Huang Xiaomin taught everyone to sing the song "Heaven in the Liberated Areas", this song is majestic and powerful, after everyone learned, they immediately changed the lyrics of this song to their own class song, and the song remained unchanged. After the change, we sang the "class song" excitedly, and the emotions in our hearts were quickly ignited, and nine of our classmates sang this song again and again that night. "The day of the foreign trade class is a sunny day, and the boy in the foreign trade class is really handsome..."

Passions become an inertia, and we can't stop them or stop them.

The behavior of the dormitory group this night was reluctantly stopped under the severe criticism of the dormitory teacher. One by one, everyone was lying on the shelf bed, their minds were still turning with the rhythm, and the blood on their bodies was still boiling in the song.

When I graduated from college, a group of boys holding guitars and drinking almost the same amount of alcohol were singing Zhou Huajian's song "Actually, I don't want to leave, in fact, I want to stay, stay and accompany you through spring, summer, autumn and winter..." On summer nights, it's also a single loop, one at a time, over and over again. In the corridor of the dormitory, it is too late to say goodbye to the precious, just like the garbage that cannot be taken away and thrown down. In youth, many things we can't take away, many, many words we can't say, we take away very few memories.

There are often times when you unconsciously hum a song, hum all the time, and can't stop over and over again; there are often times when you listen to a song, you always want to listen, you can't stop, and you set a single loop pattern; there are often times when a song once evokes your memories and lets you find the days of the past, the years when youth burned.

In the song, the notes lead you through the present time and space into another world.

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