When I was a hundred years old, I liked classical literature, especially immersed in Tang and Song Poems. Nowadays, there are very few people who recite Tang poems and sing song lyrics, while there are many people who sing popular songs. The first one to find that classical poetry was written into modern songs was listening to the song “New Mandarin duck Butterfly Dream” created by Taiwan’s famous gold medal host and singer Huang An in the early 1990 s, in which there were two sentences: the water flows more when the knife is cut off, and the sorrow becomes more sorrow when the cup is raised. This is clearly the copy of the poem in the work of Li Bai, the great poet, “Farewell to the school letter uncle Yun in Xuanzhou. I think ancient poetry is new, but that’s the case. Soon after that, I heard another pop song, which was the sound of Tao still by Chen Xiaoqi, a famous songwriter in our country. The eyes were suddenly enlightened, which was the real re-creation of Tang poetry. I remember this is Zhang Ji’s “night berth on Maple Bridge”, and the original text is seven quatrains: The moon is falling and the sky is full of frost, and the fishing fire of Jiangfeng is worried about sleep. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu city, the bell rang at midnight to the passenger ship. If it was translated, Lao Bai thought it could also be a modern poem: The night was deep, the moon would fall, and the Frost and coldness filled the sky. The Crows in the home nest occasionally make a cry. Is it the thriller of the moon or the whisper of the bird dream? The dark night, the faintly discernable River Maple and the stars and the fishing fire reflect each other, which makes the quiet Dreamland moment of the world more peaceful. I leaned on my pillow in the passenger boat and couldn’t sleep, listening quietly to the fascinating midnight bell coming from the famous temple in the cold mountain outside the Suzhou city! After all, Mr. Chen Xiaoqi is a first-class writer of literary creation. According to his own understanding of Chinese traditional culture, he further extended “Maple Bridge night berth” and created a song “The sound of waves is still the same”, which is elegant and ethereal. Take away a fishing fire, let him warm my eyes, leave a true feeling, let it park beside the Maple Bridge. Helpless me, who had alienated that emotion, didn’t realize until many years later that I came back to you. The lingering Bell is still beating my sleepless, and the dusty days will never be a cloud of smoke. Long-lost you must keep that smiling face. Many years later, can we accept each other’s changes. When the moon falls, it is always a thousand years of wind and frost. The sound of the waves is still the same. How can you and me repeat yesterday’s story today and whether this old ticket can board your passenger ship. This song “The Sound of the waves is still” has been popular overseas rapidly since its advent, and has been sung for a long time, becoming a classic work of mainland pop songs; Many people think that the theme only refers to love, mao Ning, the first singer, was also affectionate to a beautiful girl in the MTV. In fact, Lao Bai thinks that this kind of understanding is a little narrow, and it should be a work of nostalgia for old things and homeland. I remember that when I took part in the adult college entrance examination, I came to a strange city to study with a childish face and a traveling bag. My three-year business school career left a deep mark on my youth, but now two or ten years have passed, I often sit alone under the lamp, close my eyes, and then think of many past events quietly. When I think of my classmates who used to be good friends, now I have been ashamed of having less messages. When I meet occasionally on business, I have to try to think about each other’s names. When I think of the love that I used to be crazy and obsessed with, it has been Mo, everything was plain; Thinking of my youth, laughter and tears, I just thought of the love in my heart. Suddenly Looking back, my mother was old and my son was still a middle school student, while her forehead wrinkles and white hair on her temples were increasing day by day. She was already a middle-aged man who was running for fifty years, but she did nothing, the young little tail has already been sold away, leaving without any dust. Only old songs can remind people of those long-standing past events. When humming at the beginning, it was young people who didn’t know the feeling of sorrow. How many people could really understand the meaning of the lyrics when they were forced to express sorrow for new words. After leaving school for so many years, when listening again now, I can feel the vicissitudes, helplessness and expectation from the bottom of my heart. The city studying is changing with each passing day, changing from an ordinary town to a prosperous city, with crisscross overpasses, towering high buildings and bizarre neon lights, everything feels a little strange, but always makes people very fascinated. The moon is falling and the wind and frost is always lasting for thousands of years. The Sound of the waves is still the same. I can’t see whether this old ticket can board your passenger ship. The singing repeatedly seemed to be in my mind. I just didn’t know when I could board the ship again with this old ticket in my hand. In fact, I really miss that time.

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