Long nights, there are always times when it is difficult to sleep. Moonlight shines indifferently on the ground through the windowsills. In such an empty and lonely night, quietly lying on the big kang of the collective household, the frogs outside the window are whining, which adds a little annoyance and a little sadness to the people.)
Sing a song! I don't know who proposed it to him, but I got a unanimous response from everyone. Everyone knows that he not only learns well, but also sings well. When he first started junior high school, he worked as a representative for Russian language classes. He was puzzled. According to his strength, he should be a member of the study committee or a representative of the Language and Mathematics classes. Probably the impact of the "note incident" in elementary school, he thought. But after a semester, the recreation committee member of the class was removed by the teacher due to poor grades. However, under the "recommendation" of many classmates who were half coaxed and half serious, he concurrently served as a member of the Recreation Committee. You know, he is the only boy recreation committee member in the school.
Xu was suppressed for too long and needed to be released, perhaps lonely and empty in need of a kind of comfort, he did not refuse. He softly sang the songs composed for the leader's poems: Independence Cold Autumn, Xiangjiang River North, Orange Island Head. Look at the red mountains all over the place.... At the end of the song, I won a lot of admiration. No applause, no loud applause, it's night! That night, he sang a dozen or so poems of the leader. The song accompanied by the moonlight through the window ledge seems to tell a past story, express an emotion, and describe a mood in the dark night. Gradually, the students all fell asleep with the song.
From this day on, his singing became a reserved show every night. Lying on the kang, as soon as the lights are turned off, the curtain has slowly opened for him. The moonlight seems to be the dazzling lights on this stage, the whimpering insects outside the window seem to have become the chords that accompany him, and the leader's poems he does not know how many times he has sung, but everyone seems to be tired of listening. Yes, in that era of high cultural poverty and hunger, several sample plays became the whole of spiritual and cultural life, and the leader's poetry was definitely a clear spring in the cultural desert.
Gradually, people began to be dissatisfied with him singing only the leader's poems. So he began to sing "Old Landlord Cha Pu", "August 15 Erming" and so on. Suddenly, one day, he said I'll sing you the episode of the movie "Honghu Red Guards." At that time, the film was banned as a "big poisonous weed". Naturally, everyone was overjoyed. As a result, songs such as "Flood Lake Water, Waves And Waves" and "Watch the World's Toiling People Are Liberated" have become the "sounds of nature" that pervade the burrow every night, and no one in the well grasps the class struggle, and no one in the collective household says that he is poisoning. They believe that it was his singing that breathed life into the withered life. Although there was a faint sadness in his singing. Perhaps, only this string of slightly sad notes can awaken the deepest hidden memories in everyone's heart! The moon's shadow reflects the green branches, and the wind shakes the green veil drunk. Lonely nights, intoxicated by song, enriched by longing. Yes, in the face of the future, in the face of the unknown, only music, only singing, can gently soothe the emptiness of the soul, can sing a thousand sorrows and knots of feelings.
He knew that every night when the song sounded, it was also the most relaxing moment for him and everyone else. The song makes them temporarily forget the tiredness of the day, and the song brings spiritual sustenance and fulfillment, and perhaps, there is also a vision of their unknown future. It is with these melodious complexes that they indulge in song, ponder in song, and find a true beauty in song. Especially on rainy nights, the rain outside the window is flying, or urgent, slow, dense, or soft, all of which add a little romance to the song of this rainy night. Thus the song flows happily like a stream on a rainy night, flowing merrily under the collection of rainwater; the song is like the thunder in the distance, in the sky and in front of the eyes; the song is more like a mournful groan, sometimes clear and sometimes whispering.... They reveled in the rainy night, and they tossed and turned in song.
In fact, in life, everyone has a world, and every song has a story. When you are sad, listen to the songs of sadness, only so that the memories are engraved in the heart; when you are happy, listen to the songs of happiness, only so that happiness will remain in your heart forever; when you are happy, listen to the songs of unrestrained, just for the indulgent release of this moment. All kinds of songs, but he loves sad songs, he feels that only by understanding sadness, emotions are the richest, and feelings are the warmest.
The hazy moonlight outside the window is as bright as silver, an old song, a scroll, a kind of memory. Gradually, he felt that he could not let sadness dominate his soul. He's still young, he still has a future, he still has hope. So, he began to sing songs from the drama "Liu Sanjie". "Dali has a good scenery in March, a good dress by the butterfly spring, butterflies fly to collect nectar, which one is A-sister's head..." "The Yang Sparrow flew over the high mountain top, leaving a string of ringing bells. A sister sent me a golden purse, brother is a lover." The beautiful strings and lingering lyrics are like a breeze blowing on the face, and like a spring rain soaking the hearts of these young people.
I don't know from what day on, as long as his singing sounded, he would clearly hear the door to the door of the girl's room "squeak" quietly open. He knew that it was his singing that attracted them. Yes, in that era of cultural desolation, people's spiritual life was repressed and poor. In this youth group far from home, whose soul does not need comfort?
Night, quiet. Since the song of the middle of the night, the clear moonlight seems to be no longer indifferent, no longer depressed, and no longer lonely. He has become the soul of the collective household without suspense, and has also become the object of admiration of the girls. He knew that it was his singing that gradually dispelled the sad, tragic, sinking, and longing moods that had been suppressed in their hearts since they went to the countryside; it was also his singing that cultivated their hearts, and of course he cultivated himself. Everyone's hearts began to light up, clear, and relaxed. Smiles began to fill their faces.
That's the magic of music, the power of music!
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