Suddenly, Liu Sisi suddenly became enlightened.
People are actually very strange. Sometimes, they seem to be unconscious, but they follow a potential desire and move towards a goal that is confused and unreachable. Only when this goal is suddenly displayed in front of you will you understand what you are longing for in your heart.
In front of me was a green space among the green trees, and the plump sycamore trees covered the green shade of the pair of stockings.It was that day that Luxun Park, which they stayed together, was the Hongkou Park in the past.
Liu Sisi stood at the entrance of the unclosed park, stunned for a moment, glanced back slightly, and saw Han Lihu's hurried expression, as if encouraging her to continue moving forward. She could not stop her pace and continued to walk forward.
Han Lihu rushed to a few steps, chased after him, and asked: Have you been here before?
No.When I was a child, I always liked to go to People's Park to play.I've never been to this place.Have you been here?Liu Sisi shook her head and looked at her.
Neither I.Han Lihu said that I have visited Hongkou Stadium before and have never been to this park.
The two of them were talking and walking in. In the afternoon, there were noisy people in the unguarded park. Since they were just a new arrival, both of them opened their eyes wide and saw everything was fresh.
There was a group of people surrounding him, and a chorus was heard, and a group of people were singing "Two Butterflies".
Liu Sisi walked over and watched curiously into the cracks. She saw a middle-aged man sitting in a disabled car pressing the accordion. Behind the car, there were a group of middle-aged men and women, each holding a song score in his hand, singing loudly, and selflessly devoted.
The accordion makes the sound of leaking music over the years, shaking, but it is in tune with the rhyme, as if it is a panting sigh from a single-plank bridge.
Even though the accompaniment is out of tune, the people who sing with each other have consciously adjusted the rhythm to form a torrent of chorus that complements each other and cooperates with each other.
Liu Sisi looked at the devoted singing people, infected by their heartfelt happiness, and curiously swept around each person's faces.
The middle-aged man sitting in the disabled car repeatedly pulled the door between the songs. Suddenly, when all the choir members did not keep up with his music, a male voice with accurate pronunciation came from behind. Dear, come and dance, the spring of love will not be dark, you and I will fly gracefully, flying over this world forever...
Liu Sisi suddenly turned her head and couldn't help but smile.
Han Li stepped into the chorus circle while protecting her companions and music.
He followed the music very closely and accurately, just like dancing with music. When he was singing the chorus just now, everyone's voices were murmur and ambiguous, but Han Lihu expressed every byte so clearly. For a moment, all the amateur chorus members did not follow, but just let Han Lihu's voice linger in the accordion music, resonating intimately.
The man who played the accordion smiled and gave encouragement eyes to the boy who shocked everyone, and used the potential of the accordion as much as possible. A middle-aged woman next to her gave Han Lihu the lyrics in her hand. Han Lihu took it over and continued to sing the song: ... I lingered lingering and flew over this world forever, and I will always be withered when the autumn wind rises and autumn leaves fall into piles, and I will have no regrets to wither wither with you.
His voice is filled with a little hoarseness and simplicity that the original singer has instilled in the heart, which is extremely contagious.
As soon as he finished singing, the men and women in the choir clapped and encouraged each other. Liu Sisi clapped, Han Lihu put down the song score and handed it back to the middle-aged woman, then smiled at Liu Sisi and made a face.
The middle-aged woman said to him, "This little prince sings well, let's sing another song."
You play here, I'll go there for a walk.Liu Sisi said to him.
No, no, I'll come again after a break.Han Lihu left the chorus crowd, chased Liu Sisi, and walked deep into the park.
On a relatively open square in the middle of the park, there are crowds of people in groups of three or three. Because of the distance, the karaoke sounds do not interfere with each other and each has their own fun.
At a stall, a fat man in his sixties was wearing a vest, wearing shorts underneath, and tucking slippers on his feet. He was singing "The Love of a Tractor" with a woman there.
Liu Sisi and Han Lihu watched for a while and knew that everyone called him Da Lao Huang, and the seat in front of him cost one yuan (I'll make up for it. This story happened in early summer. Two months later, in August, the old Huang suddenly passed away. People who were familiar with Lu Xun Park should know about this major change. Let me explain it here). Liu Sisi asked Han Lihu if he wanted to sing again. Han Lihu shook his head and the two left the place.
Han Lihu said: Let’s go and see Lu Xun’s tomb, are you leaving?
OKLiu Sisi responded gently.
People are actually very strange. Sometimes, they seem to be unconscious, but they follow a potential desire and move towards a goal that is confused and unreachable. Only when this goal is suddenly displayed in front of you will you understand what you are longing for in your heart.
In front of me was a green space among the green trees, and the plump sycamore trees covered the green shade of the pair of stockings.It was that day that Luxun Park, which they stayed together, was the Hongkou Park in the past.
Liu Sisi stood at the entrance of the unclosed park, stunned for a moment, glanced back slightly, and saw Han Lihu's hurried expression, as if encouraging her to continue moving forward. She could not stop her pace and continued to walk forward.
Han Lihu rushed to a few steps, chased after him, and asked: Have you been here before?
No.When I was a child, I always liked to go to People's Park to play.I've never been to this place.Have you been here?Liu Sisi shook her head and looked at her.
Neither I.Han Lihu said that I have visited Hongkou Stadium before and have never been to this park.
The two of them were talking and walking in. In the afternoon, there were noisy people in the unguarded park. Since they were just a new arrival, both of them opened their eyes wide and saw everything was fresh.
There was a group of people surrounding him, and a chorus was heard, and a group of people were singing "Two Butterflies".
Liu Sisi walked over and watched curiously into the cracks. She saw a middle-aged man sitting in a disabled car pressing the accordion. Behind the car, there were a group of middle-aged men and women, each holding a song score in his hand, singing loudly, and selflessly devoted.
The accordion makes the sound of leaking music over the years, shaking, but it is in tune with the rhyme, as if it is a panting sigh from a single-plank bridge.
Even though the accompaniment is out of tune, the people who sing with each other have consciously adjusted the rhythm to form a torrent of chorus that complements each other and cooperates with each other.
Liu Sisi looked at the devoted singing people, infected by their heartfelt happiness, and curiously swept around each person's faces.
The middle-aged man sitting in the disabled car repeatedly pulled the door between the songs. Suddenly, when all the choir members did not keep up with his music, a male voice with accurate pronunciation came from behind. Dear, come and dance, the spring of love will not be dark, you and I will fly gracefully, flying over this world forever...
Liu Sisi suddenly turned her head and couldn't help but smile.
Han Li stepped into the chorus circle while protecting her companions and music.
He followed the music very closely and accurately, just like dancing with music. When he was singing the chorus just now, everyone's voices were murmur and ambiguous, but Han Lihu expressed every byte so clearly. For a moment, all the amateur chorus members did not follow, but just let Han Lihu's voice linger in the accordion music, resonating intimately.
The man who played the accordion smiled and gave encouragement eyes to the boy who shocked everyone, and used the potential of the accordion as much as possible. A middle-aged woman next to her gave Han Lihu the lyrics in her hand. Han Lihu took it over and continued to sing the song: ... I lingered lingering and flew over this world forever, and I will always be withered when the autumn wind rises and autumn leaves fall into piles, and I will have no regrets to wither wither with you.
His voice is filled with a little hoarseness and simplicity that the original singer has instilled in the heart, which is extremely contagious.
As soon as he finished singing, the men and women in the choir clapped and encouraged each other. Liu Sisi clapped, Han Lihu put down the song score and handed it back to the middle-aged woman, then smiled at Liu Sisi and made a face.
The middle-aged woman said to him, "This little prince sings well, let's sing another song."
You play here, I'll go there for a walk.Liu Sisi said to him.
No, no, I'll come again after a break.Han Lihu left the chorus crowd, chased Liu Sisi, and walked deep into the park.
On a relatively open square in the middle of the park, there are crowds of people in groups of three or three. Because of the distance, the karaoke sounds do not interfere with each other and each has their own fun.
At a stall, a fat man in his sixties was wearing a vest, wearing shorts underneath, and tucking slippers on his feet. He was singing "The Love of a Tractor" with a woman there.
Liu Sisi and Han Lihu watched for a while and knew that everyone called him Da Lao Huang, and the seat in front of him cost one yuan (I'll make up for it. This story happened in early summer. Two months later, in August, the old Huang suddenly passed away. People who were familiar with Lu Xun Park should know about this major change. Let me explain it here). Liu Sisi asked Han Lihu if he wanted to sing again. Han Lihu shook his head and the two left the place.
Han Lihu said: Let’s go and see Lu Xun’s tomb, are you leaving?
OKLiu Sisi responded gently.
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