Dance: Porcelain After Dance

Afternoon "Porcelain" sung over and over again, the spring breeze, willow branches dancing, lake ripples, strolling in this small bridge and flowing water, willow beautiful campus, slowly actually listen to the flavor of the song is porcelain, in fact, is a love song. Can not hear a "love" word. Listen again, euphemistic and subtle, melancholy and melancholy, poignant and tender, seems to like it - "Porcelain".

Like to listen to some beautiful and touching music, some music is because the tune is beautiful, some of the original lyrics are moving, this belongs to the latter. This is a song that needs to be listened to quietly and savored, in order to slowly feel a kind of gentle, subtle, delicate flavor of the south of the Yangtze River. I can't help but admire the lyricist Fang Wenshan, who is indeed a great talent. "The sky is green and waiting for the rain and I am waiting for you Cooking smoke curls up across the river for millions of miles At the bottom of the bottle, I write Chinese clerical script to emulate the elegance of the previous dynasty Just as I am waiting for you to meet you". It is like a misty rainy Jiangnan ink landscape, between the clouds and water sprouting between the Yi Yi white plain sleeves skirt fluttering 。。。。。。

The most favorite line is "the sky is green and so on the rain and I'm waiting for you".

A "wait" word, sing all how much helplessness and sigh of regret. This is a hopeless wait, a wait for the next life, a wait that you know you can't wait for. With a light tone of voice, as if just waiting for the sunrise every day as simple as that. When you are waiting, you can read and write, you can recite poems and paintings, you can enjoy the flowers and play the piano, but you never forget the person who is waiting for you.

Waiting is a beautiful mood, as if the encounter in this life, just for the next life of the reunion buried ambush, so think, can not help but release, no longer complain about the pain. Even if you can't meet again, you should be grateful for that glimpse of the encounter. At least, we are able to look across thousands of miles of water and distant view of the curling smoke of Jiangnan, across the vast sea of people silently miss the memories of that a touch of light back, as across the heavy history of quietly viewing the unchanging beauty of the heirloom blue and white porcelain.

The rain outside the banana curtain is urgent, hurrying through the time, and your beauty, forever fixed in the never-fading blue and white porcelain, you can appreciate, you can play, you can watch. I believe you will love this song, and will love jay chou!