It rained all day yesterday, not like the brief spring rains of the past few, but rather intermittently from morning to night, as if it had entered the summer rainy season.As I sat in the car, the little girl in front of me was singing an unknown song. The young man sitting next to me heard intense music from his earphones. Water droplets of various sizes and shapes on the glass window fell asleep peacefully on their stomach.Through this glass window, the trees and flowers on the road are no longer the protagonist, even the harmonious coexistence of flowers and leaves is nearing the end, and the eyes are full of high and low emerald green, with deep and light purplish brown flashing quickly past.
With rain irrigation, the land is darker than usual in color, and the streets and gardens are empty. People probably hide at home from the rain, making the exposed large areas of land seem increasingly open.
The storm wetted the ground and blew off bright pink lavender flowers and green leaves. In fact, some leaves began to wither in spring.
“Spring Mud” by Yu Chengqing, a musical old urchin, rings in my heart at the right moment:
Those painful memories fall into the soil of spring, nourish the earth, open up the next flowering season, and your tears drip down in the memories. Let’s call it “Treasure the Mist Disperses Everything Finally Becomes Clear”. Love and pain become memories, forget the past, and flowers shine brightly in the sky
In my memory, Yu Chengqing’s songs are mostly hoarse. From his early work “Let me Love One Time Enough” to “The Good Voice of China” as a tutor to adapt songs, student Wu Mochou also continued his lively singing style, but in all his works, only this lyrical slow song touched me.
The words of the sky fall in my ears in confusion. You and I are silent and don’t respond. I hold your hand, but you cry red. The road is long and endless. I want to bring up courage, take good care of you, and not let you suffer. I am willing to do it
This song, written by Yi Nengjing, is unfolded through such talk and memories. As the opening song of the Korean drama “Betraying Love,” the wild and uninhibited Yu Chengqing’s voice exudes uncommon warmth.
At that time, the two people were still enviable couples. They traveled abroad together, like fairy couples. The young couple’s kindness and love, and their son’s wisdom are the epitome of thousands of happy small families in the world.
When Yu Chengqing created a new song and sang it to Yi Nengjing, she would run around excitedly while listening, saying, “Nice to hear, really nice to hear!”
The scene of past love is vividly remembered as two people who, after divorce, have each reorganized their families and each has children.
Listening to the song “Spring Mud” gave me the feeling that when they wrote this song, they also had conflicts in their marriage life, experienced quarrels and cold wars, and finally passed through the twists and turns of a dull life. They were determined to learn and cherish and live a good life.
However, some fate is not controlled by human will. Therefore, in this society where there are more and more hot and straightforward temptations, there are so many partners who have loved each other before, and after many days together, they leave a fate without fate.
“When I started holding hands, I was in love, and when I decided to be together, I was also in love. After experiencing many joys and sorrows, I still wanted to stay together for a lifetime. Some stories end with one person still in love, while the other person resolutely refused to leave.”.
The words falling in the spring soil nourish the earth and open the next flowering season
It is often heard that drama is like life. An actor who has acted in a drama deducts his later life through this drama.
Songs are like life, and stories are like life. The ending of today has already been sung in the past, and the true script of the protagonist’s life has also been written in a certain story.
Don’t mourn the fall of spring flowers into mud. Falling red is not a heartless thing, but a more protective flower when turned into spring mud. Looking forward to the next spring, looking forward to the next visual feast, there will be more colorful and moving flowers blossoming.
I still hope that couples in the world will always love each other, and there will be fewer changes in the past and the vicissitudes of life.
At this time, it was another sunny spring day.
