(a)

On that day, S did come from the delegation, but he also came on your behalf. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He's here to speak for you.

His arrival showed me that I was not alone in longing to meet.

He and I have been classmates since kindergarten, his parents and my parents have been friends for many years, and he has been a frequent visitor to my house since he was a child, so he is very familiar with the situation in my home. He knew that the large window of my bedroom was facing the balcony of his mother's research institute.

He offered to suggest that you borrow the balcony of the laboratory building of the research institute where his mother works to secretly relay messages for us. Under the pretext of going there to look up study materials on the computer, he got the key to his mother's office.

That night, I yawned incessantly after dinner. My yawns came one after the other. Finally, my family finally said to me: "Xinxin, you seem to be sleepy, don't rush your homework at night, go to bed early." ”

At half-past nine, the door finally closed and the lights went out. I'm finally free.

My heart was pounding, and I couldn't take my eyes off the window and looked at the large balcony on the 9th floor opposite.

It was overcast that night with thick clouds. The balcony on the opposite side was always dark, and there was no movement. At 10 o'clock, I finally saw a faint light on the large balcony opposite. It's like the glimmer of a flashlight.

I saw the glimmer of that flashlight flickering repeatedly in front of my window. My heart fluttered.

I know that is the light that comes from you. You and S are on the balcony over there.

I was agitated for a moment, and realized that the glimmer of light didn't seem random. It seems to have some kind of pattern.

I looked at it for a while and realized that it had some kind of pattern of numbers. It seems to flicker a few times in a row, then pause, and then a few times in a row, and then pause again.

You seem to have something you want to convey to me. But what is it?

I began fumbling with my flashlight by the pillow. I turned on the flashlight and found a pencil and a blank sheet of paper on the bedside table. Then, while looking at the glimmer of light from your side, I mentally counted the number of flickerings.

After 20 minutes, I got a string of numbers like this: 34363 - very long pause - 23262 - very long pause - 322171 - very long pause - 34313 - very long pause - 23276 - very long pause 544323 - very long pause.

After a while, you resend the number code over there.

You send it every once in a while. You've been sending these over and over again to my window.

But what is it?

I was in a daze with the numbers and pauses in the light of a flashlight.

I've gone through all the meanings that numbers can have in human language like a movie.

What does that long pause mean?

Just when I was in a daze, I suddenly heard someone upstairs turn on the stereo in my house. Probably yesterday when the power was turned off, the volume of the amplifier was stopped at the maximum position, so the stereo made a loud noise. The sound apparently startled his master, and he quickly lowered it.

I heard a piece of music before it became quieter.

A flash of lightning crossed my mind. I suddenly understood what the numbers and pauses were. It's a simple score!

When I understood this, I immediately went through the numbers in the form of a simple notation in my mind. Then, I went through it in a different way. Then, I was hit by you.

A powerful electric current passed through my heart again! A burst of intense warmth swept through my whole body in an instant! I was frozen there with great happiness all at once, and I couldn't move. The flashlight in my hand fell off the quilt in an instant. Tears welled up in my eyes.

That night, you sent me a flashlight, it was Schubert's Serenade.

The line corresponding to the above melody is:

"My song drifts softly through the night.

In this secluded grove, love, I wait for you.

The moonlight shone on the earth, and the treetops whispered.

No one has come to disturb us, don't worry, dear.

The song will also move you, come on, dear.

May you listen to my singing and bring happiness and love. ”

(b)

I sat in the darkness and calmed my heart's throbbing tension and excitement.

I think I should respond to you and let you know that I understand what you're trying to say.

I thought about it for a while in the music repertoire I knew, and decided to send you the melody of Toseri's Serenade by the light of a flashlight.

The lyrics of that melody correspond to the following:

"The phantom of happiness is like a golden dream, which occupies my heart, and I will never forget the affection of the past.

I still see your bright eyes, and I still hear your laughter.

But everything has come true, and my love will never return.

Youth is gone, how can I continue this life without your love?

Don't linger any longer, the years don't stop.

You are like my soul, and to lose you is to lose my heart.

May you be like the stars in heaven, shining on my journey in this life. ”

On that day, the reason why I decided to choose this song was the first two lines of its lyrics. However, I didn't think carefully about the meaning of the lyrics behind it.

After a long time, when I revisited the whole of the lyrics, I realized that the second half of it actually had that meaning. When I realized it, I shuddered.

Later, when I thought about this incident, I deeply felt that there was a providence in the dark.

On that day, this melody, and nothing else, automatically came to my mind, and perhaps, it was not accidental.

(c)

It was from that night that the serenade, this musical theme, was deeply engraved in my life.

It was you who engraved it in my heart with the light of a flashlight.

In the days you left, I have been remembering you by continuing to pursue it.

Later, I listened to a lot of serenades on my own. I listened to 23 of Mozart's serenades alone.

In one long night after another without you, I listened to Mozart, I listened to Tchaikovsky, I listened to Drige, I listened to Haydn, I listened to Drila, I listened to Donixetti, I listened to Glazunov, I listened to Braga, I listened to Pieme, I listened to Herwise, I listened to Mascagni, I listened to Chopin, I listened to Williams, I listened to Ferrencz, I listened to tosell..........

I miss you in all kinds of outpourings in all times, all nations, and all kinds.

I date you in all kinds of languages, all kinds of rhythms, all kinds of styles, all kinds of singing.

I listened to all kinds of men and all kinds of voices pour out their love to all kinds of women.

I watched as all sorts of composers were drawn to this popular genre and couldn't help but join in.

I see them making their musical expressions at all stages of life, in all kinds of emotions, for all kinds of reasons.

I have seen all kinds of performers and singers, for their own reasons and emotions, interpret and interpret this expression in a variety of ways.

I have seen publishers in various countries and regions compiling and publishing scores and CDs of these expressions again and again.

I have seen mothers of all backgrounds and identities send children of all colors to learn and experience these songs time and time again.

In the days without you, I often watched the endless flow of human love life alone, and I often listened to their chorus of love alone.

In the melody of these numbers, I hear sensitive voices, I hear strong voices, I hear confident voices, I hear sad voices, I hear lively voices, I hear quiet voices. I hear the voices that all the voices can't convey, and I hear the voices that are hidden in the others. I hear the sound of meaning and surface detachment, I hear the sound of no sound.

I was in these constant listening, constantly dimming my love and my sorrow.

In this way, I poured a tear of mine into the ocean of human love life. (To be continued.) )