Talking about folk songs

This is a folk story belonging to the northeast people.

Memories linger, and the hometown that emerges in front of me is still vaguely like childhood.

Wen | Sheng Sheng is not Xi.

Figure | From the network

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In the cold winter, the door is closed by heavy snow, it is freezing outside, and the interior is warm as spring.

With the sound of firecrackers, someone was in stick grilles.

Double happiness group flower, butterfly horn flower, arhat beard, mandarin duck feather, expensive flower auspicious bird ...

The red paper-cut is stuck on the window, reflecting the white snow and red berries outside the window, and there is a little shyness in the joy.

The carriage galloped in the forest, and the driver winked at Shu Lang, holding a box of rouge in his arms, and rushed to the distant yard.

Start the stove, light red candles, decorate with dragons and phoenixes, and the figures in the bed are in pairs.

This is a beautiful night.

"Seeds of Love" When a girl in the north falls in love with someone, she must tell him enthusiastically.

Two of a kind, this life will be the same.

Mao is not easy to tell a story about northeast folk, but simple and elegant.

There is a strong smell of fireworks in the story, with a little sadness of being immersed in love:

On New Year's Eve, firecrackers and gongs and drums rang in northern towns. Every household puts on new clothes and sticks up window grilles to celebrate the harvest.

In an elegant small courtyard, candlelight reflected the face of the red girl. She leaned against the door beam and waited quietly for the teenager to come home.

On this day last year, they privately decided for life. The teenager left his hometown for his future, and the girl left an expectation in her heart.

She waited and waited and waited and waited.

The falling snow on the mountain has accumulated and melted, the frost on the window has accumulated and accumulated, and the rut has been wiped.

Or it could be another photo:

Another snowy moonlit night. When the teenager returned to his hometown, he heard the red berries in Zita Law, suona bursts, firecrackers sounded, and Shili red makeup was used as a wedding dress.

In the sedan chair is the girl he wants to marry.

The pines and cypresses all over the mountains reflect deep red plums, and after the noise, it is desolate.

Not far away, thousands of lights, wandering home, temporarily nowhere to go.

Or, this is a more bleak picture:

The girl waited from the porch to the grave, but she couldn't look forward to the teenager.

Sunset like blood, pine and cypress into the sky.

Decades ago, she met him on this hillside. Now that the Sri Lankan has passed away, she will bury herself here and continue to wait for him to return to his hometown and become a couple.

The ending was loud and clear, and the story came to an abrupt end.

However, when the music stops, there will inevitably be a lingering sadness in my heart. I don't know if it's for the spoony girl or for the teenager who failed to marry his sweetheart.

Nobody knows.

Maybe he just wants to tell a story, so that countless wanderers can lead their dreams home in the open and closed music.

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The first half of I am a singer has come to an end. After listening to so many songs, the most memorable one is northeast folk sung by Mao Mao in the first issue.

This is the first time I have heard melancholy and romance from the Northeast tune. At that time, all kinds of pictures were spread out in front of me, frame by frame, full of fireworks, love and hate.

The single has been repeated many times, and I still have tears when I listen to it today.

Some people say that Mao Mao is writing a sad story with a happy scene. The more festive it is, the more lonely it is.

But I only heard purity from it.

Pure country wind, pure joy, pure love, pure oath.

Such simplicity and purity can't be found now.

The Spring Festival is getting quieter and quieter. Few people come to stick grilles, and little girls in cotton-padded jackets are rarely seen walking around the market with lanterns, or making a snowman with a red face.

Year after year, the most important days in the past, New Year's Eve, February 15 and 2, gradually become less important.

Even likes have become sloppy and perfunctory, and vows are just words. I've heard it, and I've forgotten it.

Where did it go?

Where have all those sincerity, certainty and expectations gone?

In the world of flowers, change is the only eternity.

We rushed in, struggled to survive and tried our best to find a place to live.

Too many people are lost here, afraid to recall and indulge.

The ocean of life is full of passers-by

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I once sent a message to a friend in the middle of the night, saying what to do. I am so lonely, I am so lonely, I will wither.

When my friends call, they scold me. What's so melodramatic about midnight? If I feel lonely, I will come to you!

I don't know, I suddenly have a sense of satisfaction.

In today's world, people respect each other everywhere, so hypocritical that they have to forget. The person who keeps calling you "dear" just joined the friends list yesterday.

Two days ago, watching Goodbye in the Sky, Edward, whose chin was blown off, covered his face with 38 gorgeous masks.

He intervened in the absurd and complicated world and punished the wicked, but still failed to find a kind response.

After reconciliation with his father, he put on a peacock mask and jumped off a tall building.

I have nothing to worry about in my life. Since the world is so smoky, it is better to go home with the wind and be a chic bird.

I'm not Edward, I haven't experienced World War I, and I don't have his amazing talent and tragic fate.

Just hanging out among all sentient beings, ordinary and small, but also enjoying themselves.

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Fortunately, growing up really made me understand something.

Understand that many people spend their whole lives trying to be an ordinary person.

Understand that there are more invisible rules in society than you think, and some things are not your fault, so don't care too much about the reasons.

Knowing that you are humble and incapable of making a name for yourself in history, let alone always thinking about changing the world.

Knowing that parting doesn't need any sense of ceremony, many people forget it when they walk, but when they think about it carelessly, they are actually not so disappointed.

Understand that parents are ordinary people, they will make mistakes and be helpless. The reason why I moved my heart and lied is just because I am familiar with it.

I understand that the lyrics are all about you and me. What I don't understand is not stupidity, but luck.

Fortunately, one day, in the world of money, I can occasionally hear such a song to cure that damn loneliness.

Fortunately, there are so many people, like me, who are moved, awakened and warm by the deep and indirect voice in this song.

Life is like this. Nine times out of ten, if you taste a little sweetness occasionally, you can stand up again and continue to struggle with life.

This is a folk story belonging to the northeast people.

Memories linger, and the hometown that emerges in front of us is still vaguely like childhood.

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