#能不能发一首歌名, proof that you are old # At that time, carrying a kerosene lamp, on the way to the morning self-study, a few friends turned on the radio to listen to the weekly song: "Hazy stars, block."

#能不能发一首歌名, prove that you are old # At that time, carrying a kerosene lamp, on the way to the morning self-study, a few friends turned on the radio to listen to the weekly song: "The hazy stars, can't stop my trip, many years of wandering day and night, eating and sleeping..." The name of the song is not accurate, the starlight before dawn and the coolness in the air make me unforgettable. Can you name the song?

In the first year of high school, in the evening after a rain, listening to "Let the wind blow, blow the clouds floating in the sky, let the wind blow, blow the heart of the red dust drifting..." Because a good friend was forced to drop out of school, the heart was already sad enough, suddenly, I learned the news of the death of the writer Lu Yao, which made the sadness in my heart increase another layer, lamenting the brevity of life and the misfortune of fate.

When I was in my third year of high school, I secretly liked a girl in my heart, but I knew that now was not the time to talk about love, suppressed the love in my heart, pressed the restless youth, and listened to the melody fluttering all over the street: "There is a cloud made of rain in the wind, a cloud made of rain..." It seems to find a little comfort in the song.

I felt that it was a song with bright rhythm, beautiful melody, simple road, elegant and popular appreciation, leaving a matching mark for myself at that time and for that era!

丨 And now the song hums and chirps, I try to like it, but I can't like it, I can only sigh quietly, alas, maybe I am really old!