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I have always liked the words of Xuan Xing, and in ancient music, Mu Qingming, Shang Lian and Xue Xing are all specially appreciated by me.
Back to the point, this day push is that I suddenly remembered the fireworks at the end of summer, so I thought of this song.
The main thing is that the lyrics of this song really make life and death very transparent, for example, my rotten grass has gone through several spring and autumn seasons, and when it finally becomes a firefly at the end of summer, because I love fire, I will moths to put out fire, and I will not be afraid of life and death. But it's all about paying attention to a worthwhile one.
Fireflies are also a kind of summer worms, right? There is an old saying: "Summer insects cannot speak of ice", but Du Mu said: "Silver candles and autumn light cold painting screen, light luo small fan fluttering fireflies." The night is as cool as water, lying down to see the morning glory Vega."
It can be seen that a flower and a world, a leaf and a bodhi, the environment, era, experience, etc. we are in will make us have a different view of things, so the fluorescent that cannot live in winter is also endowed with eternal life under the poet's pen.
02
We all know that summer worms have a short life, but summer worms are a target species, they love the night, they love fire, and before that, they have the courage to grow desperately in rotten grass.
"Gathering is a fire, scattering is full of stars."
The summer worm is the brightest Spark. Who would dare to say that there was no sign of it in the light of the reunion fire?
03
From this song, the voice of the silver rustling, as well as the cold feelings and slightly sad songs, who dares to say, is this song not with sadness and joy?
The middle part has the courage to break out of the cocoon and the rhythm rendering of the first ten or twenty seconds, which makes us feel empathy, but the recommendation of this song is not to make you feel sad, but to understand that rotten grass for fireflies is actually something worth singing.
How many times in life can you choose what you like and pay for it? And the summer worm, this time away, will come again in the coming year, from the perspective of eternity, it is endless, and so is man.
I hope you can also have the courage to break out of the cocoon and rot the grass as a firefly, we are all unique souls in this world.