Vol.3 Those Golden Summers - Farewell and Marching - Radio Shows - NetEase Cloud Music
Some time ago, a friend sent a message telling me that I had finally finished graduating from the exam. I realized that the gaokao was over like that. At first, the news of the college entrance examination was overwhelming, and the essay topic also attracted great attention, but at the end of the moment, all the heaviness and confusion were swept away, and whether the test was good or not, the joy and ease that was freed from the pressure could last for a long time.
I used to think that life is like this, there are several key nodes, such as college entrance examination, graduate school, work, marriage, as long as these few points are grasped, life will not be bad, we will always be happy and happy. It turned out that life wasn't exactly like this, and the world didn't run perfectly according to our plan. There are countless ways of life in this world, and everyone lives in their own world and dies in their own world.
This seems to be a bit pessimistic, but there are indeed many unhappy things in life, Zhang Zao in the letter to Bai Hua, there is such a small paragraph:
"However, we should be strong, there is nothing more precious in the world than the quality of being strong!" One day I saw a Pound's souvenir film (the film) and he said, 'I swear I will never write a sentimental poem in my life!' I burst into tears. ”
Reading this, I was greatly encouraged, and I have always wanted to write sad words, do shows, and hope to be gentle and heartwarming, or at least neutral, to dance a dance of language between sadness and happiness.
So where should this dance be now? I think of the summer after my second college entrance examination. That summer, I wanted to form a band, persuade my friends to learn musical instruments, and drag my friends to the instrument line. We came to a musical instrument shop, and the violin hung gracefully, like a Siren siren in temporary silence, trying to lure us into buying it. After asking for the price, my friend and I hesitated, as if something was standing between us and the violin. In the end, we gave up the idea of buying a violin and didn't get the band together. I'm alone at home practicing guitar and longing to one day form a band that will change the world.
Later, when I went to college, the band did form, but it also gave up a lot of things for this. In the years of banding, there were many stories, including laughter and confusion, reunion and farewell, fantasy and hesitation. But for various reasons, the band did not go on. Sometimes looking back on it all, I don't know what this Faustian trade means.
Later, Benjamin was seen saying in the introduction to "Childhood in Berlin": "Sometimes, the longing evoked from afar is not to lead to a strange place, but to a call home." "I think this experience of being a band in Wuhan is an inevitable call in life. The poetry collection of friends Hu Ya, "Golden Wandering Souls", should also have received some kind of summons.
No matter what, life will go on. I have opened up new fields and aspired to cultivate my own field on the path of language learning. Learning a foreign language is a chore, and it is not good to learn without hard work. While studying, I came across Russian director Kirill Serebrennikov's "Midsummer." It is a musical biopic about former Soviet rock singer Victor Choi. In addition to Victor, the other two main characters are Mike and Natasha. Mike is the lead singer of a band and admires Victor; Natasha is Mike's wife, attracted by Victor's musical talents and develops an affair with Victor. This film uses a lot of cinematic art, but I would like to talk about some of the clips that touched me.
In the first scene, Natasha stumbles upon Victor's painting and the two begin to chat. Later, the two talked along the way, talking about David Bowie, high heels, and Natasha's husband, Mike. After a long conversation, Natasha had to separate from Victor because Mike was on duty. Before parting, Victor wants to give Natasha a gift and asks Mike what he likes. Natasha says Mike likes double the strength of coffee. Victor turned to an old man selling teacups and asked for the price of the teacup, wanting to bring Mike a cup of coffee. The old man does not sell teacups, saying that it is a family item. Victor says he really needs it. The old man said, you can't afford it. Victor glanced back at Natasha, smiled and said to the old man, "As much as you want, I have three rubles." Natasha held her forehead a little impatiently, then grinned.
Then the two came to the street and talked as they walked. Natasha said the gift was getting colder, and Victor said, "Then we have to speed up on an interstellar rocket, agree?" Come on. Then gently lifting Natasha from behind, the two of them got on the bus. At this moment, Iggy Pope's "The Passenger" sounds:
I'm a traveler and I'm constantly on the road. I walked through the back of the city and saw the stars shining in the lonely sky, and tonight looked so beautiful.
I was just a traveler, looking through the glass and seeing the clear world outside the window. I saw the bright stars in the sky, I saw the dazzling and lonely sky, and behind the tearing of the city, everything was so beautiful tonight.
One by one, the people on the bus were singing the song. And these two young and beautiful men and women, in order to protect a cup of coffee on the bus, stumbled, swaying left and right. When they were about to get off, due to the large number of people getting on the bus, the two could not get off. Victor asked the driver to stop, but the driver, like the singing man in the car, paid no attention to the man and woman. Victor had no choice but to open the skylight, walk through the roof like a hero, and then carefully climb down the fixed ladder behind the car. When the car stopped, he came to the front door of the car, opened the door forcefully, and greeted Natasha with coffee, and the two left side by side under the gaze of everyone.
At the end of the film, Victor's Keno band is about to take the stage. On stage, Victor has short fluffy hair and a determined and confident look. As the drummer prepared to sing, Victor held out his hand to signal that it was gone. Alone, he began to play the acoustic guitar and sang a song called "The Tree." At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and all eyes were on Victor, listening to his affectionate and slow singing. Natasha stood in the back row, staring at him, with an indescribable sadness in her eyes, but more to tears. Tears shone faintly in Natasha's eyes, and before she slid her cheeks, smiles and applause replaced sadness, and everything was so perfect.
That song has also become my beloved, although I don't know Russian, but the long and romantic atmosphere of the song is fascinating. Take it out once in a while and listen to it, as if you could go back to those golden summers at any time—my summer, Victor Choi's summer, the young and fearless summer, the summer that I can't go back to but will always miss.
Finally, let's end with the lyrics of this song to commemorate those golden summers:
I know my tree
Won't live past a week
Doomed to perish in this city
But I poured everything I had with it
I've had enough of everything
This is my home
It's my friend
I planted a tree
I once planted a tree
I am with the tree
I am friends with trees
Maybe tomorrow it will be broken
I knew that my roots would soon leave me
I was always nearby
Sad and joyful
This tree is my world
It's My Children