After Su Luo posted Weibo, the fans who followed Weibo instantly boiled, calling friends and onlookers!

"Look at the pit master's Weibo, Su Luo has appeared!"

"Woo woo, pit master, you are finally willing to come out and speak!"

"Wow, the pit owner is really not in Chengdu, and he didn't take the Sichuan-Tibet line, but went all the way north to Lanzhou!"

"It's Lanzhou, the pit owner is in Lanzhou!"

"Oh my God, as a Lanzhou native, I didn't know that the pit master had arrived!"

"Haha, Lanzhou people report!"

"I was deceived by you to Chengdu, but you told me that you were in Lanzhou, thousands of miles away, you give me a rough explanation!"

In a word, Lanzhou, an imaginary city, always lives elsewhere. There's also a song!"

The fans' eyes lit up at once, as long as there is a song, it's so exciting!

And the fans of Lanzhou are even more excited, because the name of the song is very simple, "Lanzhou Lanzhou", Su Luo is writing a song for Lanzhou!

Click play, the sound quality is not particularly good, maybe it was recorded by the mobile phone.

There is only one guitar, and the prelude is a repeating chord, and the simple melody seems to have a hint of melancholy in it.

"You didn't take the portrait of the Monkey King with you when you left

said that he would leave him on Huaguo Mountain

All I had in my bag were empty wine glasses and game consoles

Outside the door, the sunshine was like golden sand, and it was scattered on the ground

The corner of the plaid shirt of the young man who was no longer pitched was raised

Since then, the lonely mountain behind the White Tower has quietly rained tonight

The water of the Yellow River, which had not gone east, made ripples for a moment

Thousands of miles away, you stay awake all night

Lanzhou~ always goes out early in the morning

Lanzhou ~ Warm drunkenness at night

Lanzhou ~ The endless Yellow River flows eastward

At the end of Lanzhou~ Road is the entrance to the sea

......”

Sizzle!

That's good!

Open your voice to know if there is one!

It's still a folk song, and when the pit sings a ballad, the voice is always so gentle and magnetic, and listening to such a voice is simply enjoyable.

At this moment, I only feel that Su Luo is telling you a hazy story about leaving in your ear.

A young boy left Lanzhou with his bags on his back, without the portrait of the Monkey King that he admired as a child, and said that he would leave him on his Huaguo Mountain, only empty wine glasses and game consoles, and wander outside to the wonderful world that he has been yearning for, and begin to live an adult life.

Early in the morning, under the golden sunshine, board the train and leave!

The water of the Yellow River flowing eastward, it never stops, it does not speak, it never looks back, just like the childhood of a teenager who has passed away, and can never come back.

Since then, the mountain behind the White Pagoda that you used to pass through has become lonely.

Many years later, in a high-rise building in a wonderful world thousands of miles away, the boy who took off his childishness and became mature stayed awake all night, and remembered that his relatives at home were crying for himself, and the familiar hometown voice and the passing past came from his hometown partners, and he wanted to go home, calling for Lanzhou, Lanzhou!

It is said that rock is personality, folk songs are mood, a hundred people who listen to folk songs will always have a hundred and one feelings, and the same melody has different moods on sunny and rainy days.

And at this moment, the Lanzhou people who are wandering and struggling in other places have red eyes when they hear it, isn't the protagonist of this story me?

Once, he also came out like this, accompanied by Su Luo's singing, there seemed to be light and shadow flickering in front of him, constantly playing the dreamlike fragments in his memory.

The corner of the plaid shirt of the pitched teenager was raised

Since then, the lonely mountain behind the White Tower has quietly rained tonight

It made a ripple for the Yellow River to the east

Thousands of miles away, you stay up all night on a tall building

Lanzhou~ always goes out early in the morning

Lanzhou ~ Warm drunkenness at night

Lanzhou ~ The endless Yellow River flows eastward

At the end of Lanzhou~ Road is the entrance to the sea

Lanzhou hey~Lanzhou~

Lanzhou hey~Lanzhou~

Lanzhou hey~Lanzhou~

......”

Mournful guitars, repetitive chords, accompanied by high-pitched, hoarse calls,

"Lanzhou hey~Lanzhou~~!"

Desolate, tear-jerking.

All the stories have been told, all the memories have been left to time, and there is no sadness or joy at the moment, only sighs.

"Hey~~~!

Lanzhou to ~~~!

......

What's next?

Two fine!

Meat and eggs fly!

More spicy!

......

Eh, West Station, West Station, get on the train and go, there are seats.

The White Horse Wave has arrived!

If you want to get off the bus, please bring your belongings and get off the bus through the back door.

......”

The Lanzhou dialect imitated by Su Luo,

Very lame.

But the moment the country voice sounded,

Tears collapsed,

At that moment, tears rushed out of the eyes like a flood that burst the embankment!

Wiping a handful of tears, then twitching his sour nose, laughing and crying, this look, very silly.

"Pit master, you haven't learned your dialect well, it's funny!"

"Haha, the Lanzhou dialect of the pit master is really slippery!"

"Don't go, I'll go back to Lanzhou to teach you right away!"

"I hate it to death, don't force it to learn, it's funny, haha!"

"White Horse Lang, I want to go back and see!"

......

This is not a story of leaving, but a story of going home, with good memories of the past, with thoughts, with nostalgia, running to my hometown.

After getting off the train, I first ordered a bowl of the most authentic Lanzhou beef noodles, which is the taste of my hometown, well, two fine, meat and eggs are flying, and there are more spicy!

I finally understood what Su Luo said about Lanzhou as an imaginary city, always living elsewhere.

Isn't that what it is?

There you want to escape, after you leave, you think about him all the time every day, this departure and return, people here are in Lanzhou on the other side!

Music related to the city always carries endless private memories, Su Luo is obviously not from Lanzhou, but the songs he sings can make everyone understand the contradiction between Lanzhou people's attachment to their hometown and wanting to alienate, which hits the depths of the soul and touches the heartstrings.

This is probably a genius, who can always discover and feel delicate emotions that are difficult for ordinary people to find.

Finally, I finally stopped the tears of the bursting embankment, well, listen to it again, listen to it twice, listen to it a hundred times is not enough!

In fact, not only Lanzhou people, everyone who goes out to wander and work hard when they are young will be very touched.

When I was young, I only had a large number of melodic words in my ears that sang the praises of dreams and distant places, clamouring to be crazy for an ideal, and even to give my life for it.

When I grow older, I just want to go back to my quiet hometown through the hustle and bustle, and go back there to see.

Weibo is boiling, and "Lanzhou Lanzhou" is being frantically forwarded by fans.

Lanzhou is very poetic, Su Luo is convinced of this, and her name is engraved in the long river of history.

Packing up his backpack, on the balcony of the hotel, he took another look at this golden city with unique magic, and muttered,

"I remember Lanzhou well, and I boast about the spring fruit.

The lights are multiply, and the flowers of the city are scattered.

The green tree urges the song board, and the fragrant dust chases the brocade car.

The green grass road, everywhere the wine curtain is slanted. ”

Lanzhou hey~

Lanzhou!

Brother is leaving!

Bring your beloved guitar and backpack, and be in a good mood.

Well, I didn't take the portrait of the Monkey King with me when I left.

Humming a little song, continue the journey alone.

Where to go next?