? The first time I heard this song was in the fall of 1987, just beginning the transmutation of a high school student to a college student, a small farmer to a small intellectual. The red men and green women around me were floating in my eyes, and the fragrance of the fried mung bean sprouts in the cafeteria at 20 cents a serving made me forget that the dumplings were made from stick noodles.......
At that time of the year, Ajiao and I used to walk along the south bank of the muddy Xiaoqing River to the east after dinner. Ajiao is good at singing "nothing", I think the old Cui that song is a bit too much, as a freshman, at least we still have a lot of dreams that have not yet begun, so I do not quite agree with the old Cui about nothing. In addition to the revolutionary songs played on the school loudspeaker, there are "pink memories" and other small love songs, but also can not listen to it. The students themselves organized the class party on the clean singing similar to "some time I feel you good gentle" blatant incitement of improper wind song, I think that "a feeling" is also too far away from me.
At that time, the dormitory's Wei had a tape recorder and often played some new wave tapes. I'm not sure if I remember correctly, but I heard "Season of the Wind" from him. I'm not sure if it's the Cantonese version of Xu Xiaofeng, or else I wouldn't have remembered a few of the lyrics, but it's probably the version of Bernice Chien.
? I can remember this song, one because of the melody. I can remember this song because of the melody. It is smooth with some twists and turns, and in the twists and turns, there is some sadness and helplessness, which is very suitable for the state of mind at that time, when there is no place to send the spring, and there is nothing to do with the spring colors. Secondly, it is because of a few lines of lyrics that are worth smacking. "with the wind gently blowing to you step into my heart, in a breath of time to change my life". The first time I felt the autumn wind outside of my hometown, the first time I saw so many youthful girls with different temperaments, looking for a needle in a haystack, walking in the eyes of the sky, expecting to achieve some amazing, sobbing in a foreign land, looking forward to a person who can enter my heart through my eyes, changing my dizzy life in one fell swoop. But the tragedy is that until the end of the four years of college, did not meet a good understanding of the mm, and finally fell into a "pay how much enthusiasm can not be counted really" results. In the end, is still a widow, is still lonely, is still in a daze in the sent back home, finally in the rolling and crawling in the willingness to find a wife with me to stay a lifetime, so they practiced "but also do not need to be afraid of the wind and rain invasion" of the deep realm.
Revisiting this song again, I counted more than 20 years, we have passed the age of confusion. When the cover of this song naive, shy, naive, simple Qian Beni if still alive, has been over 40 years, but now there is no news. I think, that year, was once spirited, fighting spirit, excess energy to take the youth is not food for the male students have also been old, work, life's many disappointments stained once the head of a young man; once like a flower like a jade, graceful as the spring breeze swinging willow female students have also been fish lines bloomed in the corners of the eyes and eyebrows, the family, all kinds of depression on the relationship dust stained once the young girl's heart. "The years are like flying daggers, and the daggers make people grow old. Do not say that the east wind is heartless, only because the years have marks. Four years of hazy memories of schoolmates still remaining hate, twenty years of the fly on the wall but also let us scar above the added sores, frost above the layer constantly covered with rain and snow.
Carefully calculated, as a pseudo-pessimist, staggering today is considered enough.
To be clear, as a pseudo-pessimist, I've stumbled through my life today, but when I'm not busy, I think I'm going to compare myself to a frog at the bottom of a well that can only see the big sky, and can't jump out of the well.
Settled in a small city with a slow pace of life, watching the old people carry baskets of vegetables, kicking legs and arms, refining the morning light and refining the body, watching the children in the care of their grandmothers or grandmothers toddling, watching a piece of high-rise buildings rise up in front of them to cover the moon and clouds, watching colleagues around them, some of whom are retired, some of whom have just come to the face of the face of the often changing new, to see the political situation, to see the weather, to see the world change, to see the spring and autumn, the years of the disease, and to see the political situation, the weather, the world change, the spring and autumn, the years of the disease, and to see the world, the weather, the world change. There is really a kind of "from the beginning of the wind and sand thought of the seasons in the change, dreaming of waking up but the years as fast as running" feeling.
I have to admit, compared to those who have confidence, ability, mind, I can only be considered a complete mediocrity. Life in my life, I in life, when the protagonist is very little: can not affect the weather, can not reverse the universe, can not control the political situation, can not manipulate others, more or less subject to others. I do not buy a house, house prices are still giggling on the ground; I do not play the stock market, the stock market as usual fell to a mess; I do not play the feelings, every day there are millions of people walking into the cave ...... most of the time, always take the ability is not enough, the status of not strong and background is not strong enough to justify their own laziness in action. Or to put it bluntly, it is Napoleon said that "do not want to be the marshal of the soldiers".
I know my own nature: I'm just a frog at the bottom of the well, I'm just a spectator standing under the stage watching the performance on the stage with great interest.
Since I am a frog, if I find myself flying in the sky one day, I must not rejoice - I must have been thrown up there by a naughty child, and I can imagine what the result will be when I fall to the ground; since I am an audience member, if I find myself covered by the chasing light, I must not rejoice too soon! --Your task is to be placed on stage to present flowers to the stars.