Outside the window, the red leaves were brilliant, and indoors, sandalwood scented the air. A woman stood in front of the piano stand, placing both hands on the guzheng in front of her. She concentrated for a while, and then, with her delicate hands, the strings began to vibrate.
If some people are here, they will immediately hear that what the woman is playing at this time is the song in the second video posted on Weibo "Piano Makes Me Not Beautiful".
There were no problems with the first and second paragraphs. They passed smoothly and were almost exactly the same as shown in the video. Not only the sound, but also the movements of the hands were the same! But in the third paragraph that followed, I played and played.
The woman's movements suddenly stopped.
After that, this woman who had been very calm before walked out of the piano room, came to the courtyard of the villa, and threw herself onto a deck chair placed in the courtyard without any image. Yes, only the word "throw" can describe it.
its actions.
"It's stuck here again!"
"How can his hands be so flexible? This is unscientific!"
The woman frowned slightly, as pale as the distant mountains, and under the distant mountains, her eyes were like autumn water, which gave the entire courtyard an unspeakable beauty. Just a red leaf slowly fell from the sky, and the woman stretched out her hand.
I picked it up with my fingers, and then I was in a daze.
It wasn't until the cell phone originally placed on the side of the wicker chair dinged that she came back to her senses.
It was a prompt on Weibo. After picking up the phone, what the woman saw first was not the new content of the prompt, but the page she had stayed on before.
"My fingering skills are amazing, this guy must be an Audition master!"
This was a newly pinned comment. When the woman saw this, she shook her head and smiled. The next moment, she clicked in:
"Pfft, little friend, don't be ridiculous, but what you said is actually right. The great master probably grew up playing Tetris when he was a child."
"How does it compare to Flight of the Bumblebee?"
"I will only admire three people in my life. One is dead, one is not yet born, and the remaining one is left to you. I mean the handsome guy in the video."
"When my hair reaches my waist, will a great man marry me? I'm not a nymphomaniac, but I'm really addicted. I feel like I've been poisoned. Blogger, you know what I'm going to ask! @ piano makes me very unbeautiful."
"My god, you are so handsome, I want to give birth to a monkey for you! QWQ"
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Various responses.
"Superficial, really superficial!" the woman murmured to express her opinion. The ID that said she was giving birth to a monkey looked familiar to her. When she clicked on it, she realized that she was indeed right. He was a very famous rising star who had won many well-known names.
Young pianist praised by people.
"Silly woman, where is your reserve, where is your moral integrity?"
The woman shook her head again and looked at it for a while, finally feeling bored.
In fact, Weibo is like this. The word "微" makes it popular, but it is also the word "微" that allows it to only convey information but not express itself. Fortunately, there is another thing called long-term blog.
Weibo, although it is like a sandwich, a bit half-baked.
Click on the red prompt on the Weibo page and jump to the previous page. Next, there is a new Weibo that has just been released. Well, it is a long Weibo.
The blogger, Liang Yige, is a well-known music critic. He can be said to be quite well-known, at least within the industry. His number of Weibo fans is 12 million. This is definitely not as good as some singers, videos, etc.
The celebrity has a huge number of fans, but as a music critic, it can be said that this number of fans is enough to be considered unbelievable!
This can actually be seen from the fact that women who have never paid much attention to lace have paid attention to his Weibo.
Half lying on the wicker chair, the woman looked quietly:
Last night, a friend took him out for a drink. He and his wife had a quarrel. This time the quarrel was a bit fierce and they hurt each other. They got drunk after just a few drinks. Maybe for a person who wants to get drunk, drinking plain water will also make him drunk.
In my drunken state, the two words spoken by this old man who was nearly forty impressed me deeply. One was that she was as gentle as water in those days, and the other was that in these miserable years.
Yes, I also sighed with him, these are the shitty years!
An old man in his late forties invited me to drink and talk to me. What does this mean?
It explains three things. First, I am a good person. Second, I am popular. Third, I am a trash can? No, no, no, no, that is absolutely not the case. My friends, I believe you don’t think so either.
Three, I’m a fucking old man too!
I think back then, I was in my prime, I thought back then, I had ambitions as high as the sky, I think back then...
These shitty years!
real.
I obviously feel that I have just passed through youth, but how come I have already entered middle age, no, middle age, in the blink of an eye? Where has the time gone?
I am still young, and I have always been young mentally. My friends, in this last sentence, I do not mean to praise myself, but I want to say that being young mentally is of no use. In fact, it is not just about being young mentally.
Looking in the mirror for the first time, I also feel that I am really young. I did not have premature hair, but I am still vigorous.
To put it bluntly, I'm still handsome.
As long as I smile, millions of girls will fall in love with me. (If you want to vomit, please pay attention to the occasion and pay attention to hygiene.)
but.
On Weibo, in Moments, and on many occasions in real life, I often see huge publicity, showing that a newbie born in the 2000s has made his debut, shining brightly and looking like a newborn!
Post-00!
People born in the 2000s have already made their debut. How dare I, a person born in the 1980s, say that I am young?
No, I am really not young anymore. My youth once belonged to me, but now it belongs to them. And in ten or twenty years, it will eventually not belong to them, but to another one of them.
At that time, what about me and us?
Thinking of this, I am also drunk.
I am still young, and I have always been young mentally. However, all the references around me tell me that I am no longer young.
On the Internet, just after this Weibo post, many people comforted me, "Uncle, you are still young!" People often messaged me privately, "Senior, I want to ask you a question!" In reality, in the community
While wandering around, some acquaintances would say to their children, "Nanny, say hello to uncle!"
Uncle!
senior!
uncle!
I smiled, but my heart was bleeding, really.
These shitty years!
Here I would like to share a song with you. Oh, it’s a melody. Forgive me, as a layman, many times I can’t tell the difference between lyrics and melody. If anyone who can tell the difference between them raises their hand, I’ll take it later.
A brick, break your arms one by one from front to back.
The song goes like this:
"The sound of Wuye leaves and the sound of autumn, the sound of banana leaves and the sound of sadness, the third watch returns to the dream after the third watch.
The lanterns have fallen, the flowers and chess pieces have not been collected, and I sigh that the people in Xinfeng's lonely hall are left behind.
The two old men in Jiangnan are all worried about what has happened to them for ten years."
Have you heard this song?
People who read my Weibo, people who are often attracted by my talents and wisdom, I never doubt your knowledge, I never doubt your accumulation of knowledge, I never doubt your quality, but I also
I believe that most of you have never heard of this piece of music.
Because it's not a famous song.
Really, it can’t be considered excellent. Friends who don’t know much about classical poetry may be surprised. Isn’t this writing pretty good?
It's good, but that's all. Its sentences, its images, and everything about it seem familiar. Yes, even a layman like me feels "déjà vu."
But when I saw this piece of music, I was really touched, so I included it in my music library. It is necessary to introduce myself to some new friends here. Although I am a music critic, I
I would rather someone call me Mr. Lyricist.
Let’s go back to this song. It’s not just me who was touched by it after watching it. I believe that many middle-aged friends will be touched by it just like me.
Indeed, as someone in the world said, time is like a butcher's knife.
It will cut the string of the kite and make it difficult for us to fly again.
When we are young, we can fly high into the sky, look up to the sky and the earth, have a universal mind, point out the saints, and ignore the worldly affairs. But when the thread is cut and put away, we will only worry about whether we will be blown by the wind and rain.
, will it be dilapidated and withered, will it be trampled on, will it be forgotten and abandoned in an unnoticed corner, will it...
When you need it, you find your wallet is empty.
Working hard for five bushels of rice, planning for rice beams, worrying about things for parents, wives and children, this is reality, this is life, this is the reality and life of most people like me and you.
We are not from a wealthy family. When we were just born, our elders deposited 100 million into the children's growth account and said, "This is the new year's money for the first year."
We are not born with great talents. We are favored by God and are destined to be an era and a half ahead of our peers. We are destined to be admired and worshiped by all living beings.
We are not worshiped.
We are just "all living beings".
I think back then, I also laughed up to the sky and went out. How could I be a Penghao person? But reality cut me hard, no, cut me many times.
I want to be a great composer, like Bach, Haydn, Schumann and Strauss, but I have composed so many pieces that even I can’t get excited when I listen to them.
I want to be a famous lyricist, yes, like Fang Wenshan, the author of "Blue and White Porcelain", @方文山, but after I submitted many of the lyrics I wrote to a famous lyricist who I personally admire,
He said to me seriously: "Young man, your lyrics are quite good. It's a good hobby."
You see, the senior is the senior, so discerning and discerning, he actually said that the words I filled in were "pretty good". I felt proud for a long time before I noticed the last few words, "It's good to be a hobby."
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What's the meaning?
At that time, my wife changed me a cup of tea, and I showed this sentence to her. She seemed to be smarter than me. She actually understood it if I didn’t understand it, and then laughed. As a grown man, I am embarrassed to show weakness.
, so until now I don’t know what this really means. My dear friends, do you know?
Okay, no more kidding.
This is me, a famous and talented music critic in your eyes.
This doesn't work, that doesn't work, so what should I do? After worrying about it for a long time, I remembered a sentence I saw somewhere somewhere, "If you can't do anything, do it."
Be a critic!"
Look, God is actually very merciful. As the saying goes, there is no perfect path for everyone! Even if you can't do anything, you can still be a critic!
Hahaha, I looked up to the sky and laughed three times, and then I wrote to join the army. (It seems that I made a mistake somewhere?)
When I really got into the commenting business, I realized that it wasn’t that easy.
If you are objective, people will say you are impersonal. If you are human, people will say you are not objective. If you are both objective and human, people will say you are schizophrenic. If you are a fan, people will say you are licking. If you are negative, people will say you are poisonous, but you are not a fan.
It’s not bad. What do people think you wrote? What’s the focus? Where is the focus?
The point is, you have to be pink or black.
Neither pink nor black, who cares?
So now, in the world, some people call me Big Painter, and some people call me Big Viper.
Actually, this is life.
I am a handsome gentleman, but the world has made me crazy.
This time, I'm going to lift up my big brush again and start painting like crazy. Let me give you a warning, there will be high energy ahead, extremely high energy! Friends who can't bear it, please retreat and retreat quickly!
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