"The Age of Fluttering White", there is nostalgia in the song, there is moving, there is also beautiful and painful, but real youth.

The lyrics of this song are like poems, and every sentence is deep and beautiful, touching people's hearts.

Winter can't wait for spring, spring can't wait for autumn, can't wait for white heads. Helplessly, the passage of time, Fenghua is a finger of quicksand, and it has aged for a period of time.

The flowers covered by the years bloomed, like a white horse passing through a gap and finally empty, so they could only turn around and lock the door deeply.

But for every memory, there is a password.

As long as the time, place, and characters are correctly combined, no matter how long the dust is hidden, that person and scene will be picked up again in oblivion.

Leng Yuxuan sang this song, bringing all the guests back to the memories of youthful, simple, beautiful and pure school life, and they were moved to tears.

The applause is like a tide, and the decibel of the screams is about to puncture the eardrums, Leng Yuxuan at this moment is obviously just the most ordinary girl next door dressing, but she is so beautiful that people dare not look at it directly!

"The era of fluttering white clothes is far away from us, and it will be farther and farther away. ”

The dean of the School of Drama stood up and applauded, and sighed with tears in his eyes,

"But they're still in their prime, and they're just right, aren't they?"

The old dean laughed, glanced at his students who were now excitedly and frantically calling, and continued,

"It is said that the 80s is the last era of masters, but I never agree with this sentence, the future is always full of infinite possibilities. ”

"Hey, you are indeed qualified to say this, and no one can refute you, because there is a master sitting there. ”

The dean of the Academy of Drama pointed at Su Luo and said sarcastically sourly, only taking this sentence as an old man Zhang's show-off.

Before the old dean could speak.

The screams of the audience suddenly rose a few more keys, and the sound was like a mountain torrent, coming violently from all directions, with an overwhelming momentum, and in an instant, it covered the entire party scene!

"Senior Brother Su Luo!"

"Senior Brother Su Luo!"

"Oh oh ~ ~ ~ !!!"

After the goddess of cold is finished, how can she be missing Su Luo!

"How dare you let me come up and sing, I won't stop singing!"

On the stage, Su Luo smiled while adjusting the Limai.

"I just want you to keep singing!"

"Haha~! Don't stop if you have the ability!"

This popularity is invincible!

"You guys, before you have wiped away your tears, you are foolish!"

Su Luo sat down, sighed and continued,

"Actually, it's me who should cry the most, this group is already about to graduate with honor, and next year, that group will also graduate. It seems that I am the only one in the audience, who has the least chance of graduating, you all call it graduation, at least there is a graduation certificate, I don't have a certificate of completion, who can be worse than me!"

"Hahaha~~!!!"

In the audience, there was a burst of laughter!

But isn't it, speaking of which, it seems that the worst is Senior Brother Su Luo!

"I don't have a graduation certificate, but I have youth, and the youth is still there, after all, I'm only fifteen. ”

"Huh~~!!"

"Senior brother, stinky and shameless~~~!"

"It's shameful to sell cute!"

Come on, the little sisters are going to rebel,

"Alright, receive!"

Su Luo made a gesture of closing the clap, and the audience was silent for a moment, and a second later, there was even more violent laughter!

"Youth can't be recorded, it can only be sung, so I'm going to start singing. ”

Su Luo said emotionally, and then picked up the guitar.

The guitar is a very self-contained instrument, not suitable for group playing, especially the folk guitar, which is suitable for a person to wipe slowly and savor.

The guitar is also a particularly romantic instrument, even in the most decisive moments, it is still full of romantic mood, often making the difficult parting of life and death become resounding, and the aftertaste is endless, like the cloudy wine that warms the heart on a winter night.

Su Luo prefers the guitar, and fans know that it seems to be his style already.

This time, it's really quiet.

A pole of microphone, a barstool, and a guitar.

The eyes of the audience can no longer be separated from him.

"Will you remember tomorrow

Yesterday you wrote in your diary

Do you still think about it tomorrow?

You used to cry the most

The teachers can't remember it anymore

You can't guess the problem

I also flipped through the photos by accident

I just remembered you at the same table

Who married you sentimental

Who read your diary

Who coils up your long hair

Who made you a wedding dress

......””

Simple guitar melody, plain lyrics, I don't know why, just as soon as I hear it, tears begin to spurt out uncontrollably.

All of a sudden, all the things that had sunk in my heart came to my heart, my blurred faces began to clear, and my unfamiliar voices became more and more familiar.....

"It was always blue

The days always go too slowly

You always say that graduation is far away

In the blink of an eye, they went their separate ways

Who meets sentimental you

Who comforts you who love to cry

Who read the letter I wrote to you

Who threw it in the wind

.......

Youth, first love, did not miss the pain of love, replaced by a slight abruptness and heartfelt blessings.

Youth without regrets is not a complete youth, even if it is regretful, it is sad but not sad.

After the song was finished, there was silence, except for a few snorts, snorts and sobs.

Su Luo really didn't stop, the sweet and pure first love in his youth was finished, how could he be missing, those brothers in those years.

Play the guitar again,

"Brother who sleeps on my top bunk

Silent you

Those questions you used to ask me

No one asks anymore

Give me a cigarette to my brother

Give me a happy past

You can't always guess the coin in my hand

Shaking his head and saying it was too mysterious

Your letters are being written more and more politely

You don't say a word about love

You say you have many friends now, but you don't worry about those things anymore

......”

is still the most simple language, coupled with a faint melancholy tune, and the poetic interpretation, only inadvertently, gently hitting the softest place in the bottom of people's hearts.

There is such a group of people, they are by your side when you are the most heartless, when you are the most desireless, there are people in this group of people you love, there are those you want to beat, and there may be nothing to do with you in this life, but because there is such a group of people, they form a noisy youth party with you.

"Brother who sleeps on my top bunk

Sleep in my lonely memories

The girl you always talk about in those days

Whether or not she gave you her headband

You say whenever you look back at the sunset red

Whenever you hear the evening bell again

The bits and pieces of the past will spring up

In your heart that you don't have time to be sad

......”

Another wave of strong tear gas!

The guests and old-timers present were wiping their tears, whether it was her at the same table, or the brothers who shared cigarettes for themselves to smoke, they were the best memories.

And the students are thinking about what it will be like to be years from now, when we are old, and then think back to today's graduation party and listen to these two songs.

When the twilight has fallen, will you, walking around the corner, also suddenly stop and suddenly think of me?

The sore nose, the red eyes, and the unstoppable tears, as well as the deep, unique and extremely textured voice that has been lingering in the ears.

The audience in the audience has burst into tears, and at this moment, they are all snuggling and hugging each other, which is very warm and warm.