When You're Old is a poem written by William Butler Yeats in 1893, this poem is Yeats's passionate and sincere love poem for his beloved Maute Gunny.

Although this love ultimately did not come to fruition, Yeats's love for Maute Gunny remained unswerving. In the midst of the hopeless pain and misfortune of love, Yeats wrote this poem, which is one of the author's deepest thoughts for his lover.

For Song Groupying, she also has a beautiful love, because she loves music and art, she met and fell in love with Teacher Luo Hao, and when they were combined, this song gave her the feeling that it was like the first time they met.

Luo Hao instructed her to improve in music.

At the end of the first section, Jiang Yang's guitar plucked again: When you are old, your eyebrows are lowered, the lights are dim, and the wind blows

, your message, this is the song in my heart.

Because of the simplicity of the melody, when singing it for the second time, Song Jiying will slowly hum the melody with Jiang Yang, when you are old, your eyebrows are lowered, whoever hears such lyrics can't help but think that decades later, a couple is aging, as if they are in the hearth, because of sleepiness, close their eyes, show fatigue, that old look, how sad it is.

Time always urges people to grow old, so youth is so precious.

Jiangyang's music is full of love atmosphere, and some sourness can be heard.

Not only was Song Jiying moved, but Lang Kun couldn't help but reddened his eyes when he listened to this song.

In Lang Kun's place, he didn't think of his lover, but he thought of his old mother, who was already bedridden and could no longer go out for a walk like usual, and could only wait in bed for time to kill her.

When you are old, I will support you, but more importantly, when you are old, I can't do anything, because the rings of the year will eventually decline, everything has a beginning and an end, and no one can change the law of birth, aging, sickness and death in nature.

The voice struck the deepest part of the soul. Thinking of when he was young, his mother sewed and mended his clothes, his mother cooked and washed for herself, and when he thought of his mother's sideburns slowly turning white, and now he was lying on the hospital bed, terminally ill, and the old land was in no strength, Lang Kun's tears could no longer stop flowing.

"Director Lang, are you crying?" Song Groupying naturally noticed Lang Kun's expression.

He lost his temper, Lang Kun hurriedly waved his hand, and then wiped away his tears, he didn't want to disturb Jiang Yang, who was singing: "Teacher Song, let's still listen to the song, listen to the song." I'm fine. ”

Jiang Yang's singing is not over yet, he is still in the music.

When you are old, Jiang Yang sings decently, and he doesn't feel that he has played all of this song.

Maybe he was in his thirties in his previous life and didn't experience marriage, but in this life, there is still no vigorous love, so it feels a little worse.

Since you can't imagine love, sing it as family affection.

The mother in the previous life did not give Jiang Yang too many warm memories, more happiness, it was given to him by Zheng Likun, Jiang Yang thought of his mother in this life, and the emotions in the song slowly became richer.

It's another paragraph, and this section of Jiangyang's singing voice is much fuller, the song progresses layer by layer, and the sound is like a particle bullet, hitting people's hearts.

At the end of the song, he glides through the strings as if he had finished a poem: When I am old I wish this song was sung to you.

Because the last paragraph added his feelings for Zheng Likun, Jiang Yang's eyes were not moist.

When the astringent feeling in his heart came to him, Jiang Yang controlled his voice to ensure the perfection of the song. However, even so, in the last two sentences, Jiang Yang still cried, and when he finished singing, he couldn't help it.

The tears were in a hurry, and I saw the crystal tears rolling down.

And in the seconds when Jiangyang stopped singing and the music ended, the entire office was quiet.

Song Guying didn't speak, and Lang Kun didn't speak, they let the song reminisce, let the music impact their hearts, and beat themselves to pieces again and again.

In the melting mood.

If there is no song that can make people cry uncontrollably, this one does it when you are old.

Whether this song is sung to love or to her mother, she is about the person closest to her, and this closeness makes people unconsciously think of a picture after listening to it, so tears will irresistibly gush out.

"How is it, Mr. Song. ”

Jiang Yang blamed himself for being too useless, singing by himself, and singing and crying by himself, which is of course a bit disrespectful.

He asked, wiping away his tears and collecting his emotions.

Song Jiying was so immersed in music that he almost forgot that Jiang Yang sang this song because he wanted to sing it with himself.

"Jiang Yang, you sing, you sing so well. The emotional foreshadowing of the first two paragraphs is very in place, like the emotions are slowly sublimating, and when the third time the outburst comes, the tears are sung by you, I didn't expect your insights on music to be so in place. Sure enough, folk singers are even more adept at dealing with emotions. Because they're delicate enough!"

Teacher Song Groupying's evaluation is her most personal experience, but Jiang Yang feels that she has no virtue and ability, and she has been praised by Teacher Song.

"Teacher Song, actually, I didn't find the feeling of the song before, if you think it's so good, then I'm right. Teacher Song, then, do you like this song?"

Of course, Song Jiying likes this song, but she is not sure that she can sing it well.

"Jiang Yang, I may not think you can sing this song as well, if you have to find someone to sing it, you can find someone else. ”

"Mr. Song, I think there is no one more suitable for this song than you. Didn't you just hum along? So, I guess you like this song a lot. If you like it, let's sing it together. In case you know, I might want to release a music album next month. If you can sing this song with me, I believe that as a special song, I believe that my album will sell tens of thousands of more copies. Please, Mr. Song. ”

Jiang Yang's courage is also admittedly not small, seeing that Teacher Song is more warm and kind, he stretched out his hand and shook Song Guanying's arm.

At his age, he can be the son of Teacher Song Groupying, and was defeated by his naughtiness, Song Groupying glanced at Jiang Yang, nodded and said, "Okay, if I don't promise you, my arm will be broken by you." ”

Saying that, Song Groupying looked at Lang Kun: "Director Lang, I said where did you move such a big baby from, CCTV has him, I think the variety channel will be very popular, not only is he sharp-tongued, but he is also so talented, he can write songs, he can host, at least, if I am ten years younger, I may fall in love with him." ”

Song Groupying's words are sincere, Jiang Yang's ability is obvious to all in the entertainment industry, but hearing Mr. Song praise himself like this, Jiang Yang really can't wait for himself to be reborn ten years earlier, in that case, Song Groupying's temperament and elegant beauty, he will definitely not let it go.

But..."Mr. Song, then let's hurry up and put together a song, the third phase is over, everything else is fine, let's practice this song well, it's OK." ”