A wishing bottle buried with Xiao Cui

I am a wishing bottle. Many years ago, I was buried under the tree of their alma mater by a couple, and then many years later, they broke up. He said he didn't know how to explain his feelings when he broke up. She left, leaving only a storyteller talking to himself in the same place.

He said that at that time, when she said the sky was green, he called it blue.

Like every campus love, I forgot when I started quarreling, when I matured and when I stopped loving. However, in those years, the first blush I saw, the movie I skipped class to watch, the screaming cheers at the sports meeting, the fireworks I saw at the festival, and the candlelight on my birthday were all secretly hidden in my memory, and it was a lifetime.

After many years, they are not so far away as when they just broke up. She invited him to her wedding. He didn't go. He went back to his alma mater alone and dug me up. That year, I witnessed the playground where they held hands for the first time. The teaching building has experienced many vicissitudes and lost its former appearance. I'm the only one who's been pretending in my heart-

She: You must not marry in your life.

He: I want her to be happy all her life.

Later, he wrote this love affair with her into Nan Shannan. Every time I hear it, I will inexplicably think of the creeper in middle school, the street corner where I have to go to school, the careful machine when I rotate my seat, and the lush years I missed in those years.

Second, Xiao Mo's headrope.

I am an ordinary headrope. He gave me to her when she was 17. Then in his junior year, he learned from her mother that she was ill. When he saw her, there was no blood in her face. He said that he fantasized about seeing her again countless times, but he didn't expect it to be in the ward.

He said he forgot what else they said. I only remember that she finally said, "Come to me again when you have time, if I still have time."

Because he said he liked her hair, she left a bunch. Put me and that bundle of hair in a small bag and give it to him as a souvenir. Later, he made me into a bracelet and now he wears it.

He said that there are too many regrets in life, and his biggest regret is that he didn't say "I love you" to her clearly.

Like every seed of love, I forgot why I was moved, why I didn't take the initiative, and why I didn't confess. But in those years, when I met a passer-by, I thought of her heartbeat, knew that she was in love with someone, and missed the "I love you", which was secretly put in my heart and made me regret it in time.

He said he never let go. He said that he couldn't forget his love with her, and their wishes could only be realized by himself. And I am willing to stay with him all the time and watch him realize their wishes.

Later, he wrote this love affair with her into Nan Shannan. I feel inexplicably sad every time I hear it. Like every first love, I regret that I broke my promise, that I couldn't accompany her to travel, and that I missed my courage.

Third, I rented a box with Lao Guo.

I am a 10 square meter compartment on the edge of the Fifth Ring Road, which they rented that year. They live in poverty, buy food and cook together every day, and dream of having a house of their own in Beijing many years later. He sometimes plays the piano for her, and she smiles at him.

I watched them and had the happiest year. A year later, he left and left her alone.

She said she didn't hate him.

He said that they met in college, she didn't think he was handsome, and he didn't think she was beautiful, but many moments made them start to believe that each other was unique.

He said that after he went home, on the day of his first month's salary, he secretly went back to Beijing and sat downstairs to pick her up from work every day. He sat for a long time and left money, but he didn't see her.

Like every love that can't overcome reality, I forgot why I left. However, in those years, we gave each other thumbs up, chatted in the afternoon and watched the sunset together after work. However, the helplessness of breaking up with rice, oil and salt swallowed into the spleen and stomach and tasted it for a lifetime.

He said that a hopeless life was erased by reality. But I was moved by the boring time he spent with her.

Later, he wrote this love affair with her into Nan Shannan. People often say that losing to bread is not love. But too many people have lost their love because of reality. Every time I hear it, I always feel helpless. I can't give you love in this life, but I give you youth.

Fourth, feelings for the island.

I am an island, and I am in everyone's heart.

Anyone who has read The Story Behind the South Mountain written by Ma Di must know that there are two paragraphs besides the above three paragraphs. Many people are struggling with the truth of these five stories. Bian Xiao doesn't need pen and ink to pester the truth here. I think both Nan Shannan and these five stories describe the different tastes of love.

Excessive demand for perfect love will be abandoned and become an island in everyone's heart.

He said that we had been together for 13 years, but we still couldn't make it to the end.

He said he was always one step ahead of me, and he left the day I grew up.

Maybe this is the growth that everyone has to experience.

Later, he wrote these words as "South Mountain South", and every time he heard them, he cried inexplicably, perhaps remembering the story on the isolated island.

As the author said, when you hear this song, it has nothing to do with me. Your tears are stories that only you know.

Extended data:

Ma Yong, the author of Nan Shannan, said that this song was written for about three years. When all the things written in these three years are accumulated, it is found that it has become a story imperceptibly, so the lyrics of this song are a summary of all the things experienced in these three years.

The tune of this song comes from a melody that Ma Di hummed casually during his daily practice. After Ma Di filled in the words that fit this tune, it became Nan Shannan, which we are hearing now.

References:

Baidu Encyclopedia-Nanshan South