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Chapter Eight(1/2)

1

I dreamed about my old classmates again

Chaoqun and Yudong

Alas, the dead are like this

The young man in his prime at that time

Now entering rough middle age

This is a dream in itself

passing of years

Facial aging

fading ambition

I can't help but think of that poem - life is like a dream, a bottle of water can still reflect the moon on the river.

2

I went to bed around 9 o'clock last night

Woke up at 4:30 this morning

Full of energy

A new day in August begins

3

Today I watched the French documentary "Human"

So pretty

The music from the beginning was magnificent

A bit like "Braveheart"

The content is also very touching

The first story about love

The second one talks about people who love rain (I have loved rain since I was a child - the author)

The third one tells a story similar to that of refugees and poor people. For him,

What happiness is is having enough food, sleeping well, and having access to electricity.

Let’s digest it first and continue reading the rest tomorrow.

4

My dad came over today and played badminton three times

So tired

For lunch, he made hand-made rice and scrambled eggs with leeks.

I made scrambled eggs with lettuce and he cooked noodles at night

It was pretty good this time. I bought strange beans (bava beans), Belgian biscuits, and shaved noodles.

He likes to eat very much

Then we went to the market and bought some ears of corn.

he also likes

There are many people in the market

You don’t have to worry about buying groceries anymore.

Fresh and delicious, hygienic and healthy, truly high quality and affordable.

5

a

"Ideal" - Liusha River

I remember it was a poem I learned in junior high school and recited by heart.

Now it seems that it is still worth reading

Excerpts from the last few paragraphs:

"There is no need to resent that your ideal has been tarnished.

That is the devil testing your perseverance;

Your ideal has been stolen, no need to cry,

Go find it quickly and be careful next time!

A hero loses his ideals and becomes a mediocre person.

Boasting disgustingly the achievements of the past;

A mediocre person loses his ideals and lives a mediocre life.

Ridiculously cursing the circumstances."

b

Another poem with the same name, the poet is Zhao Lei

(Although everyone agrees that he is a singer and writes lyrics; but I personally think

He, Xu Wei, and Wu Bai are all poets who are good at writing poems, and they write poems very well)

After doing some encyclopedia research, the creative background of this poem is his feelings after returning to BJ from XZ.

To quote my own words——

"In the early days of creation, I wrote songs in the DJ's small house, and I always took the bus to and from the recording studio. At that time, I thought, why is this city so prosperous, but I am so insignificant."

Hey, we are both fallen people from the end of the world.

I am now in a small house in Shanghai, adhering to the ideal of creation, but it is still so insignificant.

Even the occasional flashes of great ambition are blocked by the fog of life in front of us.

The first song I heard from Zhao Lei was "Letter to My Sister"

I liked it very much at the time. Unexpectedly, it took him about 10 years to

The song "Chengdu" became popular.

Later, he went into seclusion due to excessive singing of "Chengdu".

Remember last year's new "Little People"

It can be regarded as a summary of life over the past ten years.

I finally see clearly the essence of life, the true meaning of life,

From the idealism of the past, return to ordinary realism.

However, the tone is still romanticism and optimism.

c

Next is a song "Ideal" by Daolang

I didn’t expect that the songwriters are all himself.

One of the words makes people sigh: "Look at how many old friends are crawling in the dust."

Yes, it’s hard to find a confidant.

d

There is a work by Ayn Rand, also called "Ideal"

Get a general understanding

It feels like the philosophy is contained in the story, a bit like a fable.

Not much interest.

e

I suddenly remembered a song in the afternoon

I forgot the title of the song, but there is a very vivid lyric - "I sold all my ideals"

f

There is also a song "Ideal Thirty"

A little bit sad, a little bit sad about composing new words
To be continued...
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