010 Folk poet

"I just had a not-so-successful audit......ion this afternoon," Lan Li's words caused a lot of sacrifice from the audience in the bar, and some even shouted, "Lan Li, you are the best!"

Tom gave Steven a quick look, and then saw his old friend's face drop again, obviously very unhappy with Lan Li's blatant provocation. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 But Tom was quite interested, a good actor always needs some edges and edges, and he found things more and more interesting.

"But this audition gave me some inspiration, and I'd like to share it with you here. Lan Li's gaze only swept over table fourteen, and then he glanced at the blurred faces hidden in the darkness of the audience, and joked, "I know I'm very popular, and everyone is reminiscing about my previous wonderful performances......" This sentence made everyone laugh, "But today, please allow me to perform this special music, which has just been released." ā€

Applause, all the audience at the scene applauded, and some even shouted loudly to cheer for Lan Li. Standing next to the bar, Stanley turned his head to look at Neil and asked, "Do you know about this accident?"

Neil, however, spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he didn't know anything. Stanley waved his hand like a fly, ignored Neil, and looked at the stage again, bathed in the light, Lan Li showed a light smile, and the notes of the guitar strings danced in the crystal clear milky yellow waterfall, like elves spreading their wings.

Steven couldn't help but be stunned, he thought that Lan Li would mention the content of the audition, and would use the audience's support to test them out, or use such a platform to show his talent again, but he never expected that the melody would be happily sketched at Lan Li's fingertips, and the more and more light notes carried happiness and pleasure, so that every listener couldn't help but follow along and hit the beat.

This is the second time Steven has misunderstood Lan Li.

The melody of turbulent spring water lingered throughout the bar, Lan Li lowered his eyes, looked intently at the guitar strings, and the corners of his mouth outlined a shallow smile, as if he was the only one left in the world, and then the mellow voice passed through the stave of musical notes, warm and intoxicating, "I was Cleopatra, I was a young playman, when you knelt down in front of my bed and begged me to hold hands......"

The first lyrics made Steven stunned in place, Cleotpala, also known as "Cleopatra", auditioned this afternoon, and the blue ceremony performance was Mark Anthony, Cliot Parra's lifelong lover. So, that's what Lan Li calls "realization", and he's singing a song about Cleot Para.

"I was so sad because I was wearing a long black dress, my father was sleeping in a coffin, and I didn't have any plans. In the cheerful melody, the lyrics are like a sad narrative poem, graceful and poignant, with a touch of sadness and regret running between the lines, this is the story of Cleot Para, but this is not the familiar Cleot Pala, the disaster described by Shakespeare as "the sexual/sensual witch of the world".

"Oh......" sighed softly, and the smile on Lan Li's lips seemed to carry a touch of amazement, "I left a muddy footprint on the carpet, and when you left, it gradually stiffened like my heart, but I must admit that I will agree to your proposal at once, curse your wife, and be your lover in order to stay by your side." ā€

Cleopatra agreed to Caesar's courtship, even though Caesar still had a wife. In the eyes of the world, she is a woman who will do anything for power and profit, but no one sees the true emotions in her heart, and the love like a moth to a fire has made her fall into a place of no return, and she will be infamous forever.

She was a woman, a woman who had no status or freedom in the society at that time, and could only be dependent on men. But when people judge her, they always forget that. Because it is always easier to blame a woman for the demise of the country and the mistakes of history.

"But it was too late, it was too late, and I missed the love of my life. The strings in Lan Li's hand suddenly stopped, humming clearly, and the simple sentence "It's too late" expressed countless sadness and loneliness, "When I die, I won't miss it again." ā€

She missed everything, missed life, and the only thing she didn't miss was her own death.

The cheerful melody sounded again, lingering in the ears, but the lingering sadness spread on the tip of the tongue, so bitter that it was difficult to swallow, the emotions that swept like a breeze were singing in the shallow chant, and the surging emotions occupied the brain firmly in an instant, and suddenly the heart ached so much that it was impossible to breathe.

"The church curbs all the desires/desires that are hidden in my blood, yes, flesh and blood are my existence, but I firmly believe in the truth. The words that were like poetry were heartbreakingly beautiful between Lan Li's lips and teeth. The true sorrow is not the absence of freedom, but the refusal to embrace it, and the imprisoning of one's soul in flesh and blood, like the walking dead. "So I drove the taxi, the traffic distracted me, and the passengers in the back seat awakened memories about you. ā€

Lan Li suddenly sped up the strumming with his right hand, and the melody became more and more cheerful, as if the skirt of the flipped skirt under the flamenco dance steps, the bright and flamboyant red danced out of a piece of brilliant petals, thrilling to make the heart stop beating, but in that joy there was an indescribable poignancy, as if the naked eye could see that the flying dust brought this silence to everyone's shoulders, and the heavy weight made the smile at the corner of the mouth bring a pathos.

"But it was too late, it was too late, and I missed the love of my life. When I die alone, when I die alone, I don't miss it anymore. ā€

The crystal clear notes are like the gorgeous dew drops of the morning sun, and the poetic lyrics collide with surging emotions between the lips and teeth, hitting the chest with a faint pain. There was nothing fancy, Lan Li just relied on his voice to sing, but it was so magnificent and magnificent that the light lost its color.

Suddenly, Tom's tears broke down, and everything came so suddenly that he himself was caught off guard. Mark Antony and Cleopatra pop up in my mind. In Shakespeare's other tragedy, "Antony and Cleopatra", he always believed that Antony's obsession with Cleopatra's beauty delayed state affairs, so much so that it led to the decline of Rome. However, this is fate, the two people who once loved each other, because of the wrong time and the wrong place, led to the mistake of fate and delayed for life.

Delay for life. What a tragic and poignant sentence. The unexplained sighs and sadness firmly occupy my heart.

"The only gift God gave me was a life and a divorce, but I read the script and the costume was just right, so I played my role well. "The guitar strings are drawn again, and the gentle melody takes the mind to another level.

It turns out that all this is nothing more than God's arrangement, all this is nothing more than a play, all this is nothing more than a mockery of fate. Absurd, ridiculous, sad, banter, mocking. How sad, how helpless, how desolate, she is like a puppet, putting on a costume, playing her role according to the script. But what about herself?

"I used to be Cleopatra, I used to be taller than the roof, but all the past has gone with the wind, and now the nurse in white shoes leads me back to the guest room......" The melody gradually rose higher, and after Lan Li's singing tore to the heights, there was a touch of silence, like a few remnants of the sunset on the edge of the sky, "There was only a bed and a bathroom, a place to the end." "The trick of fate has finally come to an end. This time, she won't miss it again.

Love, what a simple but complex word, freedom, what a luxury but how ordinary a word. The woman named Cleopatra, who had once chased her heart's desires wantonly, left behind a lifetime of infamy, and even more sadly, she missed it after all, she once thought Caesar was the love of her life, but he failed her, she once thought that Antony was her home, but he hurt her again. On this road of fate, she stumbled, staggered, and bruised all over her body, but after all, she was teased by fate and was alone.

"I won't miss it again, I won't miss it again, miss the love of my life. When I die alone, when I die alone, I don't miss it anymore. ā€

The melody slowly dissipated in the air, and Lan Li's long tail note had a hint of magnetism, dragging a long tail in the air, like a firefly falling in the night, and clearly saw that the light drew a trajectory, and then became more and more dim until it disappeared completely. The night was once again in boundless darkness.

"When I die alone, I won't miss it again. ā€

Tom wiped the warmth in his eyes in embarrassment, but the surging emotions could not be calmed down at all, and his mind recalled the audition of Lan Li in the afternoon, and the tragedy that burst out in that moment fermented and precipitated in the melody just now. I couldn't find a precise word for the complex emotions in my chest, but the resonance was undoubtedly stirring.

Soon, Tom discovers that he isn't the only one. At this moment, many of the audience sitting in the bar actually looked at the stage with tears in their eyes, they didn't care about their embarrassment at all, they just watched Lan Li quietly, and even the spilled lights became extremely gentle.

These are the real listeners, the listeners who really listen to the music with their souls, they understand the story in the Lanli song, and then they are immersed in the music and can't extricate themselves. There was no applause, no screaming, no heckling, not even a sound, everyone was quietly savoring, savoring the faint melancholy, savoring the sadness hidden under the cheerful melody, savoring the bard-like wisdom. Really great music has that power.

Note: Cleopatra - The-Lumineers