You are asked to bring your hometown to the top, and you write a song about your hometown

Sometime.

Bai Lu seemed to have thought of something, and her red lips opened slightly.

The vision gradually blurred with the story in his mind.

Zhao Lusi listened to the song quietly, without a trace of distraction.

Compared with the old man's dancing, Shen Fei's singing voice moved her even more.

Right now, I just want to let go of everything and enjoy a rare quiet time.

Meng Ziyi also listened carefully.

Although her musical attainments are naturally less chorded than others.

But it can also tell the difference between good and bad songs, as well as capture the emotions conveyed in it.

Simple lyrics and songs have the power to hit people's hearts.

Several girls snuggled together, heads resting on each other's shoulders, listening quietly.

The moving melody makes people sink.

Song Huanhuan was more sober than others.

When the song is sung here, it is basically certain that the theme is Mohe.

And it's a work that was derived from that fire accident.

What just surprised and surprised her was how Shen Fei could create a song with such a strong sense of resonance in just one day.

Song Huanhuan was very relieved, but inexplicably a little distressed.

Gratified by his growth.

Heartache never seemed to understand him.

Looking at the quiet singing figure not far away, Song Huanhuan's heart also calmed down.

The staff of the Bureau of Culture and Tourism did not have so many ideas.

He only knows that the melancholy melody is written like the lonely Mohe.

The northernmost and coldest city.

A faint sad minor tune tugs at the heartstrings of everyone.

A lonely night.

A lonely soul still stands in the ballroom.

The moon was obscured by dark clouds outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, only the snow falling in the sky.

Shen Fei sang a gripping song in the dead of night.

"Three thousand miles, I met you by chance".

"In the garden, there are skirts dancing".

"Under the light, the morning light was shaken off".

"Mohe Dance Hall in 1980".

With the sound of flowing strings, a painting seems to pass in front of everyone.

In the winter of 1980, heavy snow covered Mohe, and the night sky was full of stars.

The boy's first year here was originally just to spend his life in order.

Until I met the girl with long hair and a red dress and starry eyes.

After a glance, the boy decided to stay in Mohe forever.

Accompany her, before the heavy snow covers the mountain, take a look at the gorgeous aurora.

Girls love to dance.

The two of them went to the dance hall on the side of the street, where the figures were longing, and a pair of dance partners whirled around them.

She taught the boys to dance in the somewhat dim light.

In the midst of talking and laughing, the clumsy dance steps have gradually moved from rustiness to maturity.

That night, there were a lot of people dancing around, but there was only one girl in the boy's eyes.

In the days that followed, the two of them were like this, dancing and laughing all the time.

They agreed with each other that when the boy became proficient in dancing, he would come to the ballroom every day to dance.

For two years, it passed faster than the blink of an eye, and in the time of each other's company, the two secretly fell in love and made a private decision for life.

The boy began to prepare something that belonged to two people.

That night, the girl wanted to go dancing, but was rejected for the first time.

Because he made an appointment with someone else to see a house.

A small house, but big enough to be a home for two!

The girl went to the ballroom alone, and recently there was a new dance, and she wanted to practice it.

The boy went to see the home of the two men with joy.

Until late at night.

A flash of fire suddenly appeared in the sky, and the bright red was like a firework.

The surrounding environment is also agitated, as if celebrating the arrival of the festival.

The boy admired it for a long time.

It wasn't until the end that I knew it wasn't fireworks.

He made it to the

ballroom with all his might, looking for the familiar figure.

In the yellow sky, he saw many people and touched many things.

But there is no shadow of a girl.

Not on this day, and not again.

"If you have time, you'll come and see me."

"Look how the snow ages and how my eyes melt".

"If you see me, turn around and be amazed."

"I'm afraid of my tears, my gray hair is like a shameful joke".

“......"

The fire burned for twenty hours, reflecting the sky of Mohe.

Some people say that it has been a long time since I have seen such a big fire.

The boy said that he hadn't seen such a beautiful aurora for a long time.

In the days when there were no girls by his side, he came to the ballroom alone and danced a dance that only two people knew.

Soon after, the ballroom owner smashed down a wall and installed a window.

The men began to come to the dance hall every night to dance, and when they met, the girls taught that dance.

He looked out the window.

Always hope that that familiar smiling face will see you through that window.

Although the aurora of Mohe rarely appears, the man never complains.

Because in his heart, no matter how gorgeous and wonderful the aurora is, it is not as good as the look that the girl looked at him back then.

Shen Fei's deep voice matched the dancing posture of the lonely old man.

Finally, at this moment, the context of the whole story was clearly presented in front of the audience.

Bai Lu looked at Shen Fei in a daze.

The thoughts in front of me flew far away.

Listening to the tear-jerking singing, coupled with the faint melancholy tune of the piano, and the lonely figure of the old man.

Her mind was filled with that tragic love story.

Lingering.

Looking back at the lonely old man dancing alone in the dance hall, everything seemed so quiet and so desolate!

Meng Ziyi and Zhao Lusi also understood the deep meaning.

It turns out that this is not just a song about Mohe.

It is also a love story.

It is also a perseverance and waiting.

Although the story continues to be written ordinary, the ordinary couples who have experienced life and death are far less vigorous than Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.

But it gives love in this era of fast food its spiritual comfort.

Shen Fei lowered his eyebrows and continued to chant the last melody that belonged to the lonely old man.

"If one day".

"My faith suddenly collapsed".

"There are no flowers in the gardens of the city".

"Hoarseness on the radio".

"If there is such a day

."

"Will you run to me?"

"Let the dust be sealed into the sea".

"Let the dust be sealed into the sea".

Looking at those eyes like evening stars, the man fell in love at first sight, while the girl had long since disappeared and disappeared into blood.

The

girl who has no news, like every burst of fireworks, is full of mystery and unknown.

The old man dancing alone in the corner, his frowning face was full of sadness.

The

eye sockets were also covered with a thick layer of water droplets.

You can come out at any time.

But he didn't stop dancing.

It's still the same as when I first arrived, dancing smoothly.

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