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I don’t know when I began to hear the first song in my life. Maybe I was born in my mother’s arms, but according to my observation, the introverted and implicit mother didn’t seem to hum hypnotic songs for me; But her grandmother, who loved talking and laughing, sang to me from time to time with strong local accent: willow leaves are green, and seven dozen and seven take jump, Nai. I also heard from my grandmother later. Every time she sang these two words, I would always laugh out with scoffs. I laughed, and the whole family also laughed. This is probably the reason why I get in touch with music. Then it gradually grew out of human appearance, but I didn’t want to hear my grandmother hum those two sentences which seemed to be almost boring to me day after day. In order to cater to my heart, my grandmother did not sing any more, but sometimes she couldn’t help whispering when walking. In the childhood, it should be father’s singing that I heard the most, while father’s singing was always much more fashionable than grandmother’s, and I heard more completely. I still vaguely kept some fragmentary memories at that time: on the way to school, my father rode his wild horse motorcycle to drive me home. Only the bumpy muddy road could slow down our speed, my father seemed to be a little proud, because at that time, such motorcycles were rare in the countryside, and of course they could also be a small capital to show off. My father seemed to feel particularly better when he reached the flat road, so he hummed the song “Let me tell you gently” written by Yang Yuying. However, I didn’t linger in my father’s song. I stepped on the brace behind the car with two feet and put my hands on my father’s shoulder, with my thin body lying on my father’s warm, on his loose back, he concentrated on the flowers and plants on both sides of the road, as if there were endless scenery. At that time, I probably didn’t really like music. When Jay Chou gradually became mature, it was also the time when he sang the nuns in the cassette, which might even be unknown to him, it was also the time when Dou sang “He must love you” with his hoarse and almost tearing voice. At that time, it was unknown that Liu Huan might have a neck, but Chen Yixun must not have been called the God of song. What I have heard is the smoke and rain lingering in “Jiangnan”, such as the crazy painting is the bird lingering in “Seven Li Xiang”, the butterfly flying is the hot sun burning body in “dusk, the illusion of burning tears in the memory at that time, the lyrics of these songs seemed to be more beautiful and vivid than any poem of Tang and Song dynasties or modern prose, let alone the feeling after singing. Since then, I have embarked on the path of loving music. I always listen to a few songs and hum a few words every day. However, I didn’t become a musician after all, so that I could only be pure love in the end. Maybe because I am a person who likes the new and hates the old, but now he is a little disdainful to listen to these decadent sounds which seem to me to be a little confusing. But they really poisoned me so deeply that when I heard these songs in the stereo of the mall and shops occasionally and in the cars of relatives and friends, I felt very interested. As for when I was alone, I am would definitely not feel these songs any more, instead, I would indulge in quiet and plain folk songs, wild and enthusiastic rock and roll style. The coexistence of these two styles is rare for musicians. For example, have you ever seen Wang Feng hum folk songs? For example, have you ever seen Pu Shu roar rock? But coexistence with music fans like me can be completely realized, and this is probably my last saying that I am lucky not to be a musician. Both musicians and fans are fans of music in the end. Whether it is classical or popular, or rock, jazz and folk songs, what they pursue is just to immerse themselves in the fascinating voice. For example, when you are lost and sad, listening to Jay’s “rice fragrance” is excellent; When you are happy, listening to a Phoenix Legend’s “The most dazzling national wind” is excellent; When you are full of ambition, listening to a song named “Life in Full Bloom” written by Wang Feng is excellent; When it is quiet and leisurely, listening to a song named “Lake Baikal” written by Li Jian is excellent Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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