Zhang Mianduo has been staring closely at Prince Lanling.
There was a feeling in her heart, but she couldn't grasp it.
Now listening to this song, the feeling in my heart becomes even stronger.
"What exactly went wrong?"
Zhang Mianduo bit her nails, and while thinking, she fell into the singing again: "What an amazing singer. The lyrics and melody of this song are also great!"
At the end, she was not thinking, she was completely attracted by the singing, and she was speechless for a while.
Especially the second half of the singing made her completely immersed, as if she was hearing a story.
A middle-aged man with a face filled with vicissitudes of life returned from a foreign land by train. He followed the road he had left. The moment before he stepped out of the station, he hesitated a little. He laughed at himself for the inevitable shyness of being close to home. Looking at the sky in his hometown, he recalled
Once upon a time.
A long time ago, he was attracted by the novel and prosperous world and wanted to make a career in it.
Now that I have returned from the outside world, I still feel nostalgic for this experience.
The mother happily came to pick her up, but she seemed a little caught off guard because she didn't recognize her son, whom she hadn't seen for many years.
On the way home, the middle-aged man told his mother everything he had experienced outside, telling the story of his embarrassing but determined journey through the world.
He also told his mother that he met "her" when he was young.
It was her throughout my youth, and a guitar once played vigorously between me and her.
Although we were both heartbroken, we were not destined to be together, and we did not end up together.
The middle-aged man and his mother walked and chatted all the way home from the station. The middle-aged man enjoyed this time very much. When he turned around, he found that his mother had gray hair on her temples.
Under the erosion of time, my mother has become a little older, which makes the middle-aged man feel a little guilty and self-blame.
When I got home, I saw the pale painting hidden by the bedside.
Why does the mother in the painting lower her head and talk?
The middle-aged man was thinking and suddenly realized.
This is a childhood painting.
The mother in the painting is talking to me.
"The evening breeze blows the white hair on your temples
Heal the scars left by memories
In your eyes, there is a mixture of light and dark, and a smile makes you smile
The twilight covers your staggering steps
Entering the painting hidden by the bedside
In the painting, you lower your head and talk..."
Han Sen never imagined that his performance of this song would remind Zhang Mianduo of so many images.
He sang this song, just as the commentary said, to send it to thousands of students, wishing them that they would be young when they returned home after spending half their lives away.
However, in the eyes of a thousand readers, there will be a thousand Hamlets.
Being able to have different feelings and opinions also reflects the excellence of the work.
When a work is created, it no longer belongs to the author, but to the reader.
"I still marvel at how big the world is
Also indulged in childhood love stories
No truth or falsehood left, no struggle, no pointless jokes
I finally gave her my youth back
Together with the midsummer that pops up on your fingertips
Whatever the heart moves, it goes with the wind
In the name of love, are you still willing..."
Zhang Mianduo kept raising her head, tears streaming down her face, and her eye makeup was stained with tears.
The singing touched her heart so much that she was always immersed in the story.
Unable to extricate myself.
I even thought of my mother for a while.
Especially the last part of the song made her break through her defenses.
The world is so complicated, and I have been intoxicated with it.
However, I have seen through it now
My youth and my love were all given to this rolling world of mortals.
Just let the past go with the wind.
I love you mom!
In the next life, will you still be my mother?
Woo woo woo.
Would you like to?
my mom!
…
Although the entire guest room admired Prince Lanling's performance, everyone looked at each other in shock when they saw Zhang Mianduo crying.
"Excellent works can always touch people's hearts."
Song Yun seemed to feel the same way. With tears in her eyes, she put Zhang Mianduo into her arms and took out a tissue to wipe her tears.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Sister Yun, I miss my mother!"
Song Yun was stunned for a moment.
She thought Zhang Mianduo was thinking of love. After all, the song "The Wind Rises" sounded like an elegy for love.
For example, traveling thousands of miles to see a girl;
Try your best but get nowhere;
Recuperate on the sick bed to survive the remaining winter;
Walking alone in the mountains to explore the source of rivers;
Running around and turning just to go home...
This is Song Yun's imagination.
But when I heard Zhang Mianduo's words, I suddenly had a new understanding. Thinking of my mother, I couldn't help but feel sad.
…
At this time, King Lanling's performance has come to an end.
The entire audience couldn't bear it anymore, everyone was excited and sad, and many girls even shed tears.
Before the music ended, everyone stood up and applauded loudly.
"You sang so well! Thank you!"
"This is the best graduation gift I've ever received!"
"King Lanling! King Lanling! King Lanling!"
"I once transformed my youth into her, and I also had summer popping up at my fingertips. What an amazing literary talent, I am completely impressed!"
"Singing out my lost youth!"
"Graduation, the wind is blowing, may the gentle wind blow away all the troubles and unpleasantness!"
"A song called "Jiangnan", an English song, and a song called "The Wind Rises", King Lanling can really control any style!"
"Prince Lanling is awesome!"
"I want to listen to this song a thousand times!!"
"I suddenly discovered! I am turning eighteen! My youth is coming to an end! Next, the wind blows! I have to work hard to survive! Goodbye my youth!"
"When I listen to this song, I get emotional. I feel uncomfortable, nostalgic, distressed, and want to cry. I don't know why."
"You can't live up to your youth! I decided to re-read it. I want to read another book!"
"The wind is blowing, it's a good time to be a classmate and a young man, so let's work hard towards life!"
The entire audience clapped vigorously and shouted desperately, as if they were venting their emotions. They all blushed and had thick necks, which was especially obvious on the monitor. Liao Yuan was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but sigh: "Today's young people
People are so... full of energy!"
"Girls are pregnant with spring, and teenagers are sentimental. It is the age of sentimentality. Listening to songs like this, you can feel the same."
Lin Songbai said slowly: "Ten years later, looking back, in fact, this is youth."
"But..." Assistant Director Shi Zhengyang pointed to the guest seats, dumbfounded: "Little Mianduo cried so hard, I never expected it."
When everyone looked around, they saw a group of guests from the guessing team busy trying to comfort Zhang Mianduo.
At this time, Zhang Mianduo was constantly choking and crying like a storm.
She leaned in Song Yun's arms, whining constantly.
After being comforted by everyone, not only did he not stop crying, but he choked even harder.
Because she just had a flash of inspiration and captured the feeling in her heart.
Then he raised his head and looked at King Lanling standing on the stage.
I was shocked immediately.
No way, no way...
Brother, is it really you?
Thinking about the content of the lyrics and the other person's past experiences, my eyes widened for a moment, and then...
Crying harder.
Woo woo woo.
It turns out that not only Sister Gillian can’t let it go, but you bastard can’t let it go either!
It’s really sweet to run in both directions, I’m bumping into each other!
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