I was rushing by on the overpass today and saw a disabled middle-aged man singing, singing "With You Along the Way" by Jacky Cheung in an emotional and compassionate way. Even though the voice is hoarse and the rhythm is uneven, it sings about life with precision, touching the warmth and warmth of human relationships, the vicissitudes of time, and the depressive and forced helplessness. This is different from the heart-rending shouts of singers and celebrities.
I think you may have experienced at least twenty or thirty years of singing life, right? How much warmth and coldness have we seen through, how much of the mortal world have we seen clearly, how many people come and go every day, how many faces and disdain have we seen? How many times have you been completely knocked down and destroyed? So your singing, even if it's uneven, hoarse and out of step, is compelling. It's indeed highbrow.
Scenery is always hard to come by. If you see it too much, you will inevitably weaken your physical existence, while your spirit will be in awe of nature. There are a lot of things going on this week, and I'm exhausted. I can't think of anything while biting my pen, and I can't always pretend to be profound and show off my art.
I took a trip to western Sichuan in December. It can be said that I have gained a lot, or I can say that I have gained nothing. When we arrived at Niubei Mountain, which is known as the most beautiful 360-degree viewing platform in China, my personality exploded and I encountered good weather. I saw the sea of clouds and the sunrise, and I was satisfied. What I regret a little bit is that I knew the low-temperature battery was not durable but was lazy, so the camera battery ran out of energy that day and the strike was officially declared after sunrise, so I didn’t take many pictures. I think this might be good enough for me.
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