Today, when a friend ordered a song that was familiar with the sun never setting, I suddenly found that the hot songs we listened to when we were in elementary school and junior high school had become a full memory of time. In thirteen years, Jolin Tsai has also been forty years old. And Zhou Dong, who has countless entanglements with her, has also become a grandfather.
At that time, some of the musicians we were familiar with had become seniors and seniors in the music industry, and some had faded out of the circle. There is always a story of time in the melody, and when you listen to an old song, what kind of story will you think of.
Jay
At that time, every song of Zhou Dong's song would be recorded in the lyric book, and at that time, the lyrics of Zhang Jie and Xu Song became the most impressive sentences. At that time, orange-flavored soda, the class talked about dungeons and crossfire. Secretly took out the MP3 in his pocket, the song was put down in the computer of the mobile phone store owner, plugged in a headset for less than five dollars, grabbed a lollipop (the lollipop brand was forgotten), and looked out the window of the classroom, it was a midsummer time.
At that time, I liked to run to the playground between classes in the evening self-study, and the green grass lawn left the green smell of grass. Occasionally a few little couples, sitting there without knowing what whispers were being spoken. A group of chasing friends ran by with the wind. At that time, I probably didn't have a lot of stories in my mind, and I didn't know what the distance was like. There are only the stars in the distance, leaving all the glimmer of memory.
youth
At that time, I would also leave a few small poems on the book of language assignments. Write a few essays, the most hated argumentative essays, but also write them carefully during the exam. At that time, the Chinese teacher could not remember the name, but the story of the discussion and writing together was still remembered. Thinking of this, I didn't feel like Lin Yuxiang of the Triple Gate, although it was Han Han who only chased after him in high school. Nowadays, those yellowed notebooks have been filled with the dust of time, but the words left in the tip of the pen of time are engraved in the rings of the years, and I think of a faint smile.
The MP3 that could no longer be used was already lying in the drawer, the headphones were disconnected, and they could no longer make sounds. Those melodies that remain in the memory are still the most beautiful stories in the mind. Life is always in a hurry, and listening to songs has become a pleasure of sneaking around. Some days pass and there is no going back. It's like the people you meet in those times, the stories in time, and the melodies of time that you haven't listened to for a long time.
Han
The story is still happening, and we are still moving forward. Just as some loves have become an instinct of life, some joy grows up in such loves. Sometimes words and light and shadow will always grow together, and I am fortunate to move forward in the direction of a practitioner of words and light and shadow. I haven't made a video with my own feelings for a long time, and finally there is no group of friends to complete a work. Maybe the way of writing is simpler and easier to complete. Images and words may be the most beautiful interpretation of the story, but also what they love the most. I am Xiao Bai, recording the story of time with words and telling you the gentle years.
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