No matter how impetuous the world is, Miss Meow herself will never lose her eyes.

Follow that ray of sunshine and you can find the most beautiful world, even if it's just a beautiful lie.

But

Can you forgive the teenager who provoked you?

Ha ha!

Forgive me!

Sing like you've offended me, hum, I don't know what to do!

Flurry!

It's just singing nonsense!

Not at all impressed!

Feelings, in fact, that's the case, the people who write the songs are fake, the people who listen to the songs are the most ruthless, as long as you are happy, I am fine!

After the singing, the small square was boiling.

"On the way, in fact, we are all on the road, and we are also in other people's landscapes. ”

Su Luo looked at Miss Meow who was wiping her tears with a smile, and then played the guitar,

"The sunset sinks

of the birds

The shadow is so elongated

Overnight in

A certain mountain pass

Mist wet clothes

Shoulder pot wine

To the wilderness

Drink that autumn yellow

No, no

Don't chant

Just pick up your bags

Walk out of this silence and wade through growth

When you meet the wind and waves, you have encountered vanity

I couldn't help but look back for a moment, and I endured the panic

......”

It doesn't snort or sing, it doesn't carry too much emotion, as if it's telling a story seriously, and it's like scrutinizing the manuscript of a poem, thinking about it, making a sound, and grinding it in your ear.

Then what is reflected in front of your eyes is the road, the moonlight, the woods, the walkers, intersecting with each other, relying on each other, continuing a never-ending journey.

There is no high-pitched roar and bullying, nor is there pretending to be chic dream-chasing sensationalism, only the faint rhythm of footsteps is accompanied, tapping on the heart, like a pulse, like breathing, along the wide and distant road, walking more than once.

It's a song that comes naturally.

"Listen to the streets

Smell the state of the world

Or out of the ordinary

Through the Gobi

Cross the broken bridge

Fallen earth scent

Hand a cigarette

To passers-by

Relieve the lack of this starlight

Cocoon grinding in

on the heel

It doesn't matter how far away

......”

When I closed my eyes, I also remembered my previous trip, and I also went to Lanzhou, and felt that it was an ambitious and porous city, which looked like Afghanistan during the day and Hong Kong at night.

And his "Lanzhou Lanzhou" can make his heartless wanderer also hear a sense of nostalgia.

What kind of life can he go through to sing full of vicissitudes? Maybe he is the one who has done the ultimate in the life he wants, Sister Dong's eyes are foggy again.

Glancing at the audience who were fascinated by the listen, they laughed at themselves in their hearts, thinking about what they were doing so much, what they wanted to express, and what were the pictures and feelings that extended after his words? Just like he said, he just sang, and after singing, you cried when you listened to it, that was your story, and it had nothing to do with him.

Does it sound good?

That's a good sound!

That's fine.

Su Luo doesn't give people time to reminisce at all, and he won't even give you time to applaud, either don't sing, or sing until he can't sing.

"You must love the wind in the wilderness more than you love poverty and thinking, and write long letters in the twilight of winter when the snow is baked and late in the summer, and the early spring is but a tree. ”

naughtily winked at Miss Meow, who was full of little stars,

"The crooked arm is a hanger

Shake in front of the courtroom

Lumbar pole to make benches

You lean lightly

Or lie down and read a book

Make a necklace for the ears

Locked in a tin box by you

The eyebrows are turned into a window

You are always there

Gaze when silent

And my life experience is already early spring

Abandoned in a barren land, you pass by me

The meaning of half a life, such a trade-off

After the bones are dried, they can also be fired

......”

If those are very sour, then this one is too fresh and refined, not full of ideals, girls, dissatisfied with the status quo and the like.

You can say that he is singing about love, quiet and warm, like a pair of people who have walked countless days and nights bathing in the sunset, casually talking about what is behind them.

It can be said that he depicts the plain and delicate love of a loving mother, or it can be said that it is similar to "the spring silkworm dies to the end", or it is a silent but more pure and timeless feeling.

"As soon as the rainy season passes, it is me who spits new sprouts in front of the doorrail

In the middle of winter, the fireplace smoke is me

The branches stretched out, farther to the edge of the reeds, the lake

The bird was startled and shook off the leaves

......”

It's just a simple guitar melody, chanted softly, but it calms the whole heart of the audience.

All the food vendors on the street stopped, looking curiously, because there were no pedestrians on the street, and all the people were pouring into the small shopping square.

The small square was about to explode, and it was surrounded by water, and the onlookers were either holding their mobile phones and taking pictures, or they were calling friends.

"Come on! Su Luo sings here!"

"Yes, really, really, why are you lying to you, you look at the photos I posted on the circle of friends yourself!"

......

It's been completely crazy, the security guard of the shopping plaza is a little shaky, holding the walkie-talkie and asking the leader what to do, the scene is going to get out of control, I don't know what to do.

And Su Luo continues,

"Welcome to Poetry Radio in the Smoke, Ideal Lent. ”

"There was a car coming after the rain

Drive through the twilight pale

The old tin sheet drove south

The lover is no longer there

Listen to the smoke

Poetry Radio

An unemotional cough

At least it seems

The way back is also cute

The strings are missing the stance

Never to see that night again

A child listening to a song

Grind the bumps into cassette

Feelings that have withered

Crushed into the age

.....”

The people in the front row had already sat down on the spot, holding their little faces and listening intoxicated, but the people in the back still couldn't see Su Luo's people, they could only hear the singing, someone had already climbed the light pole, and the square, all the high points, were full of people.

Even the drivers who were driving on the road, looking at the lively scene here, couldn't help but slow down or pull over and roll their windows to look.

"Just grow old

Don't wake up alone

The departure you crave

It's just that there's nowhere to stop

Just sing

Eyes narrowed

And the collapse of tears

It's just the existence that hasn't arrived

......”

I'll sing whatever you want, and you can listen as you please.

In every song, there is actually your own story.

followed Su Luo's gentle singing voice to recall the past, and the memories had long since disappeared with the wind.

Time flies, the years go by, and how many memories have long been turned into wind and dust, and they can no longer be found.

Whispering, as if you are telling yourself in your ear, you are longing to leave, but there is nowhere to stop, but it's only thirty years, the ideal is still there, keep singing, keep moving forward, girl!

Sister Dong's eyes were red, and the tears had really collapsed, so she secretly wiped them, not wanting people to see them.

This is a ballad, the melody is so simple that there is no trace of smoke, a guitar and a poet's muttering, telling about growth, about youth, about the story with her or him.

Miss Meow and her friend sat on the ground, hugging their knees and leaning together, well, just sing, her eyes narrowed, the pit master's singing voice was too gentle, too intoxicating, too enjoyable.

"And endure sweetly

Stars moisten the windowsill

The light and shadow danced, as if in sleepiness to say love

No more senseless emotion

Thought it understood

Where dreams fall

Now it's covered with moss

......