High school Chinese class, learning "The Thatched House is Broken Song by the Autumn Wind", the teacher wants us to use the language of the picture. Show the text. Closing my eyes, I let myself stand high above the sky, among the clouds, gray clouds squirmed and hoarded, and the picture suddenly became pale! Accompanied by the rumbling thunder, the army of rain pours down toward the earth. Looking down, the wind whistling in my ears, the scenery swiftly swept away, and I felt that the speed was getting faster and faster. In an instant, it was a distance that even the outline of the bamboo leaves was faintly discernible, and in a flash, it "boomed". Falling into the pond, looking up at the water, the scenery was turbulent, and was smashed by raindrops one after another. Flutteringly, accompanied by flying bubbles, his eyes floated to the surface of the water with the dry bamboo leaves that were stirred into the pond by the wind and rain. The surface of the pond was full of dead leaves and thatched grass, and the dilapidated thatched hut stood beside it, the poet Leaning on the door frame, the bamboo forest is laughing and yelling at the children who fled back home...I imagined and the output of imagination gave me a rich taste, and only my own taste.
X-Japan’s "The Last Song", I don’t know why it always touches me. This is the gloomy moment before the rain, slightly cool, and there is a hillside covered with green grass in front of me. The grass is very soft and long, and it waves gracefully under the blowing of the sea breeze. This is actually a corner of the coast, and the hillside stands high on this cliff. I can feel how the sea breeze brushes my face, how the grass caress my feet, I think I might be wearing a white skirt with fluttering skirts, but I can’t see myself, and I can’t see the sea, just like that. Facing this small hillside, listening to the beat of the waves, smelling the faint salty fishy. The music continued, and the picture moved forward little by little. Slowly, gently, through the waves of grass, I finally came to the end of the hillside, but I still couldn't see the sea because I was looking up. Looking up, looking up, suddenly the line of sight flew up, slowly, gently, upwards, upwards. I feel that it should be my soul that is flying, because after that, the sky becomes colorful, like a soft watercolor painting. The colors flowed slowly and flowed, and the surrounded me continued to rise, feeling gentle, calm and happy. At the moment when the last violin was played, a dazzling white light cast down, and I gradually melted into that light. I don’t know what’s in the light, but my intuition is that it’s eternity...
PS: After listening to "The Last Song" again, I burst into tears. What he sings is not necessarily what I think, but it is also a work of God to be able to bring people such a touch!
PS2: I forgot to soundtrack to Master Du Fu. I plan to use Pipa, Guzheng and Erhu. The early stage is vigorous and stern, but the later stage is sad and sad.
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