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The vigorous and powerful fingers shuttled in the orange-red light, and every time they moved, there was a blush, as if a pool of lake water was gently swaying and swaying, with only faint ripples, but no stormy waves, that kind of tenderness like water. Warmth dances gently between the strings. Every touch of the fingers and the strings is like a spell casting magic. Every musical symbol is transformed into an elf with transparent wings, dancing in the orange halo. Tens of thousands of stars generally decorate this bloody sunset beautifully.
The guitar strings roamed in the air, and the boy's warm and mellow voice sounded like a cello in the orange sunset, "It's another summer, come and go, in Paris or Rome, but I I want to go home (Home), oh..." The boy's humming is so wonderful, as if the aroma of coffee is slowly rising in the sunset, and the description of the dry sunshine after the heavy snow in winter is unbearably warm. She burst into tears, "There are surging crowds around, maybe a million, but I still feel lonely, I just want to go home, you know I miss you so much."
The whispering whispered ripples in the strings, and the pace of time was completely stopped at this moment, and it was printed in the shape of amber in the suffocating sunset, leaving an eternal memory. There is no deliberate sensationalism, no contrived arrangement, everything is so simple and so fresh, but it is easy to sound in the bottom of my heart, even if it is just the lazy dragging in the boy's voice, it is like a lovely cloud in the clear sky. A trace slipped across his nose and under his eyes, and the trace was almost invisible, but when he reacted, he realized that he was deeply immersed in it.
"I keep every letter I write to you, even if it's just the words, 'I'm fine, baby, how about you?' I'll send them to you, but I know it's not enough. My language is So cold and powerless, you deserve more."
The boy's singing is so beautiful, it depicts the changes of the four seasons like a picture, and the strings are colorful. Through the warm voice, the poems and paintings are filled bit by bit, and the red velvet-like silky touch is in my heart. Slowly slid, and the dry eye sockets became moist without knowing it, and all the emotions in the eyes turned into an emotion called missing, and ripples rippled in circles and circles in the pupils, touching the heart.
No one expected such a performance. Originally, they thought it was just a life-saving straw for boys. It was just a performance to express gratitude and dedication to the grandmother, but it turned out that the good times stopped passing by. All the surrounding noises solidified at this moment, the trance image turned into a light and shadow in the mind, everything around was no longer meaningful, and everyone's eyes were only the boy who sang softly, that soft voice. Bring memories back to a warm home.
Warm milk, mellow coffee, dense bathtub, soft bath towels, dry sheets, bright sunshine, hearty laughter... The scene at home is depicted little by little in the boy's voice, one by one It's so real and so specific, it's clearly outlined in my mind, then colored, and finally awakened, the indescribable sense of belonging invaded in an instant, the exhaustion in my mind was overwhelming, and the urge to go home made the eyes in my eyes. Wet and condensed into crystal teardrops.
"Another journey, in another sunny direction, I know I'm lucky, but I want to go home, I must. Let me go home, I'm so far from where you are, I Gotta go home. Let me go home, I'm on my way, baby, I'm on my way, I want to go home."
The boy's graceful and long "go home" awakened everyone's nostalgia for home, and that deep and longing miss was condensed into the sentence "let me go home", like an endless grassland Above, the orientation of home represented by the curling smoke and hazy lights allows one to find a new direction after confusion, pain, sadness, exhaustion, and setbacks.
Looking at the young man in front of him, he wore a simple white T-shirt and jeans, paired with a pair of sky blue skateboard shoes, a blue plaid shirt tied to his guitar bag, and his eyebrow-length hair fell snugly on his head. The sun sets off the softness and fragility of the hair strands, but it outlines the handsome face with golden light little by little. Delicate facial features are drawn in detail, with deep eyes, a straight nose, thin and soft lips, elf-like ears, a chin with simple and delicate lines, a restrained and focused expression, and the skin is covered with a thin layer of The light, pure and clear handsome, exudes infinite charm.
Recalling what happened just now, the boy in front of him just wanted to go home, but he was entangled in this world, and an accident that brought the boy home stopped on the star-studded Hollywood Boulevard. , that desire, like an embroidery, is woven into the melody as finely as an embroidery, and outlines a sadness that makes people cry. Like a poem, like a picture, like a song.
Neil Anderson's footsteps followed such a moving melody all the way. He did not intend to stop for these street performances at all, even if there were many onlookers at the scene, he could not impress him, but the skillful However, the guitar notes awakened his ears, he could hardly control his curiosity and interest, and walked all over here with his footsteps stepping on one note after another, and then he saw the scene in front of him.
Neil can only see a little bit of an incomplete picture through the thick crowd, but he doesn't care at all. Rather than watching the singer, he prefers to close his eyes and listen. From this melody, he can hear The voice of the singer. This is not just a street performance, it is more like a singer's call from the bottom of his heart. The yearning for home, the nostalgia for relatives, and the desire for reunion fill every corner of the sound, which is easily shattered. People's armor, invading the softest part of everyone's heart.
"I felt like I was living in another person's world, like I was just wandering around, even when everything came to my mind. Then I understood why, you weren't by my side. Maybe it wasn't your wish, but you Always trusted me."
"You" is a lover, a relative, a friend, a family that makes you feel warm, and a harbor for you to prove your existence. No matter how wide, cold and cruel the outside world is, there will eventually be a world that belongs to you. of. Where there is no "you", there is no place to live in the world, but a meaningless room is endowed with infinite meaning because of a dim yellow light waiting for you to go home. This love is like the mist that stretches in the green mountains and green waters, like the clear springs in the deep mountains and old forests, like the sunshine sprinkled in the dense forests, and it has become the greatest light in life.
A melody that has never been heard in the boy's voice is eloquently said, and the stringed talismans that are like magic broken gold dance in the sunset, and the meaningless melody is lined up because of the command of the palms. The appearance of "home" penetrates the emotional chemical reaction into the melody and releases it like smoke.
It is hard to imagine that a pair of thick and slender fingers can actually weave such magical magic on the five strings. It's hard to imagine that a warm and mellow voice can actually interpret such wonderful music on the staff, every tactful, every humming and every ending sound is like a clear blue sky The thin golden sunlight above it sprinkled down without any hindrance, making people jaw-droppingly amazed at the perfection of the scene in front of them.
Neil himself is an underground musician. He is a rhythm guitarist. He has been adept at guitar for more than ten years. Today, he finished his street performance on the Avenue of Stars and was about to call it home, but he had to The performer stopped and had to express his admiration for the young performer in front of him. When the mood, the melody, and the lyrics are perfectly combined, and then delivered through a precise voice, the enthusiasm that bursts out of this incredibly skilled performance is so dazzling.
This is not the excitement of meeting the same fans, but the emotion of a music lover when he appreciates the beautiful melody. Neil only listened to the melody at the back and was so moved that he closed his eyes, The sight of the melody is described purely by the ear, everything is so vivid, this is not just a song, it is a picture, it is a story, so beautiful that people almost forget time and space.
"It's another winter day, come and go, in Paris or Rome, I want to go home, you know I miss you so much." The boy's voice with a touch of nostalgia and regret, faintly in the air Trembling, the long tail sound outlines a wonderful arc, and the tears in the eyes of the listener are finally overwhelmed and out of the control of the eyelashes, "Let me go home, I have set off, baby, I have set off, I Want to go home, let me go home, it's going to be all right, I'm going home tonight, I'm on my way home."
Neil closed his eyes, but he still felt the moisture in his eyes. The long-standing, tender and jade-like nostalgia slowly flowed like a gurgling stream, and the longing for home in the bottom of his heart burst out like crazy. Coming from his hometown of Stockholm (Stockholm) to Los Angeles to pursue his musical dream, only Neil knows the ups and downs of the road, but he never regrets it because it was his choice. But at this moment, Neil just wanted to go home, and the graceful and restrained voice of "I want to go home" made the longing in his heart and the bitterness of longing turned into hot tears, which wet his eyes.
"I'm going home tonight, I'm on my way home..." The boys in the crowd didn't have sensationalism or show-off skills, they just murmured in the purest voice, but amplified the emotions in the lyrics to infinity , let the warm heart tremble slightly, almost unable to control himself and burst into tears. Even if he didn't cry out, the emotion of biting his lower lip and letting his thoughts rage in his heart still almost consumed everyone's strength.
The guitar strings gradually disappeared in the sunset, getting smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared in the ears, and then disappeared in the bottom of my heart, the orange sunset was burning in the sky, slowly sinking from the place where the sea and the sky meet, such a magnificent scenery against the background The touching melody in the ear is so beautiful that it makes people lose their breath.