Superstar

Vigorous and powerful fingers shuttled among the orange-red light, and every time they flicked, they brought a blush, as if a pool of lake water was swaying softly, with only faint ripples, but no surging waves. , That kind of tender warmth pulsed gently between the strings. Every touch of a finger and a string is like a spell to cast magic, and every musical note transforms into a small'jing' spirit with transparent wings, dancing in the halo of orange'color', that The rays of light, like thousands of stars, decorate the **** 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, coming and turning away, in Paris or Rome, But I want to go home (), oh..." The boys' humming is so wonderful, it is like the aroma of curling coffee slowly rising in the setting sun, the portrayal of the dry and sunny aroma after the heavy snow in winter, warm to bear. I couldn't help crying, "There is a turbulent wave of people around, maybe one 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, 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 sensation, no artificial arrangement, everything is so simple and fresh, but it is easy to lightly sound in the bottom of my heart, even if it is just the lazy drag in the boy’s voice, it is like a lovely airplane cloud in the clear sky of thousands of miles, in everyone There was a trace slid across the wing of his nose and the bottom of his eyes, softly barely visible, but when he reacted, he realized that he was sinking deep in it.

"I keep every letter I write to you, even if it's just a few words,'I'm fine' baby, how about you? I will send them to you, but I know that it is far from enough. My language is So cold and feeble, you should have gotten more."

The boys’ singing is so beautiful, depicting the changes of the four seasons like a poetic picture, and the strings are full of colorful colors. The warm voice fills in the poetry and painting little by little, and the red color is velvety. Her silky touch slowly glided across her heart, and her dry eye sockets became moist without knowing it. All emotions in the fundus of the eyes turned into a kind of emotion called longing, and there were ripples in the pupils. Touching.

No one expected such a performance. I thought it was just a life-saving straw for boys. It was just a performance to express gratitude and dedication to the old ‘milk’ and ‘milk’, but it turned out that time has ceased to pass by. All the noise around was solidified and imaged at this moment, the tranced image turned into a ball of light and shadow in my mind, everything around was no longer meaningful, and everyone’s eyes only left the boy who chanted and sang softly, that soft The voice brings memories back to the warm home.

Warm cow'milk', mellow coffee, thick bathtub, soft bath towels, dry'bed' sheet, bright sunshine, hearty laughter...the scene at home is just a little bit in the voice of the boy The details are so real and specific, clearly outlined in the mind, and then "colored", and finally awakened, the indescribable sense of belonging comes in an instant, and the tiredness in my mind is overwhelming, wanting The urge to go home made the moisture in his eyes condense into crystal tears.

"It’s another journey, in another sunny direction. I know I’m lucky, but I want to go home, I must go home. Let me go home, I’m so far away from where you are, I I have to go home. Let me go home, I have set off, baby, I have set off, I want to go home."

The gentle and long "go home" of the boys awakened everyone's nostalgia for home (). That deep and longing yearning was condensed in the sentence "Let me go home", just like the endless grassland. Above, the direction of the home represented by the smoky smoke and dim lights allows oneself to find a new direction after being'lost', painful, sad, exhausted, and frustrated.

Looking at the boy in front of me, a simple white'color' T-shirt and denim'pants', paired with a pair of sky blue'color' skateboarding shoes, a blue checked shirt tied to the guitar bag, and a mid-length eyebrow. The hair slumped down on his head, the sunlight set off the softness and fragility of the silk, but it outlined the handsome face with golden light bit by bit. The'pretty' facial features are depicted in detail, with deep eyes, a'straight' nose, a thin and soft mouth and'lips', a'fine' ears, a concise and delicate chin, introverted and introverted. The look of concentration, the skin is shrouded in a thin layer of light, pure and clear handsome, exuding infinite charm.

Recalling what happened just now, the boy just wanted to go home, but he was trapped in this world. An accidental step that brought the boy home stopped on the star-studded Hollywood Boulevard. That frustration. , That longing, like embroidery, is woven into the melody as meticulously, outlining the sadness that makes people cry. Like a poem, like a picture, like a song. Neil-Anderson(.)'s footsteps came all the way to find such a moving melody. He hadn't planned to stop for these street performances at all. No amount of crowds could impress him, but his skillful guitar The musical note awakened his ears. He could hardly control his curiosity and interest. He stepped on each note and walked here, and then he saw the scene in front of him.

Neil can only see a little incomplete picture through the thick crowd, but he doesn't care at all. He is more willing to close his eyes and listen than watching the singer. 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 filled every corner of the voice, and it was easily broken. People's armor invades the softest part of everyone's heart.

"I feel like I live in another person’s world, just like I’m just wandering outside, even when everything gets what I want. Then I understand why, you are not by my side. Maybe this is not your wish, but you Always trust 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 and cold and cruel the outside world is, there will eventually be a world that belongs to you. . Where there is no "you", the sky and the earth can't find a place for oneself, but a meaningless room is given infinite meaning because of a dim light waiting for oneself to go home. This love, like a mist stretching in the green mountains and green waters, like a clear spring winding in the deep mountains and old forests, like the sunlight falling in the dense forest, has become the greatest light in life.

A melody that has never been heard is whispered in the voices of the boys, the strings and musical notes that are like magic broken gold dance lightly in the sunset, and the meaningless musical notes are arranged because of the command of the palms of both hands. The appearance of "home" penetrates the emotional chemical reaction into the melody and releases it like smoke.

It’s hard to imagine that a pair of thick and slender fingers can weave such a magical magic on five strings. The vibration of each string radiates a little bit of light in the air, and it vibrates gently through the air. 'Dang' the string in the bottom of my heart; it is hard to imagine that a warm and mellow voice can actually perform such a beautiful music on the staff, every tactful, every hum, every ending, it seems to be clear. The thin golden'color' sunlight above the blue sky at the bottom shed without any hindrance, making people jaw-dropping at the perfection of the foreground.

Neil himself is an underground musician. He is a rhythm guitarist. He has been a guitarist for more than ten years. Today is the end of his street performance on the Avenue of Stars, and he is ready to go home, but he has to The performer stopped and had to express his admiration to the young performer in front of him. When the mood, melody, and lyrics are perfectly combined, and then interpreted with an accurate voice, the enthusiasm that comes from this incredibly skillful interpretation is so brilliant.

This is not the "excitement" when encountering the same fans, but the touch of a music lover when he appreciates the beautiful melody. Neil only listened to the latter half of the melody, so he was moved, and he closed Without the eyes and purely using ears to describe the melody scene, everything is so lifelike. This is not just a song, but also a picture, but also a story, so beautiful that people almost forget time and space.

"It's another winter day. I came and turned and left. 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, slightly in the air Trembling, the long tail sound outlines a wonderful arc, unknowingly, the tears in the listener's eyes are finally overwhelmed and out of the control of the eyelashes, "Let me go home~www.readwn.com~ I have set off. , Baby, I have already set off, I want to go home, let me go home, everything will be fine, tonight I will go home, I am on my way home."

Neil closed his eyes, but still felt the moistness of his own eyes. The long-standing, warm and nostalgic ‘jade’ love flowed slowly like a gurgling stream, and the yearning for home in his heart burst out uncontrollably like this. From his hometown of Stockholm () to Los Angeles to pursue his music dream, only Neil knows the ups and downs of the journey, but he never regrets it because it was his choice. But at this moment, Neil just wanted to go home, and the gentle and restrained "I want to go home" made the thoughts and bitterness in my heart turned into hot tears and moistened his eyes.

"I will go home tonight, I'm on my way home..." The boys in the crowd did not sensationalize nor did they show off their tricks. They just used the purest voice to whisper and interpret the emotions in the lyrics. Zooming in to infinity, made the warm heart tremble slightly, and almost couldn't control himself and cried bitterly. Even if I didn't cry out loud, but biting my ‘lip’ and letting it go, the emotions of longing raged in my heart, it still consumed almost everyone’s energy.

The guitar string sound gradually disappeared in the sunset, getting smaller and smaller, finally disappearing to the ear, and then disappearing to the bottom of my heart. The orange-red “color” of the sunset is burning in the sky, sinking slowly from the “social” place between the sea and the sky, so spectacular The beautiful scenery is set against the moving melody in the ears, so beautiful that people lose their breath.