It should be regarded as the first audience of "Gentle Night", and it was never just listened.
Even if you watch "New Youth" later, you would rather close your eyes and listen, because you are used to sound, the kind of space that accommodates imagination.
Didn't like to say, never wrote to you, and didn't have a phone. Just moved by your language, in the middle of the night for some common emotions.
In 1996, the college entrance examination. For three days, without stopping, hid in the quilt to listen to your show.
I think that was the most important time for me to be "Gentle at Night", and later, I also went to a second-rate southern university, and you, on both sides of a river.
In the first year of my freshman year, I was sinking and dim and did not realize my dream of coming to Beijing. Beijing for me, is a dream from childhood without reason, Sanmao said "nostalgia in past lives."
Also for distant friends, record the recording of your show one episode at a time and send it over, or in the dark of night, silent at both ends of the telephone line, your voice is low in the night sky.
It is a narcissistic person, so "know how to take care of their emotions, the loneliness of the dark night, always have to find something to rely on."
It is Chai Jing, in those frivolous days, who tells us about our restlessness, restlessness, longing, and frustration. She knows how to comfort the child's heart, sour, strong, ambiguous.
These years have passed slowly, and when I look back, I can't find the footprints of when I came. We, never go back. "Gentle Night" and Chai Jing, which once pinned on infinite dreams and sadness, are still gone in the end.
The days of youth have never gone since.
At a very young age, I believed that nothing in this world is eternal. All of them will eventually leave, so they are only themselves, in the middle of the night.
The warmth that has been there. Or will it come to mind on a day when the clouds are light and the wind is light, for no reason. Let the tears flood and soak yourself a little bit.
Nowadays, you can only listen to the radio when you take a taxi, which is nothing more than a traffic jam here and there, like a swarm of buzzing flies.
Occasionally, when I am in a daze, I think of the gentle voice that once fluttered in the night sky. Can't find it.
Is the beautiful and wise man sitting in the studio of "New Youth" the master of this voice? A new century of laughter and laughter has lost the ability to rejoice.
In our eyes, there is no longer the loneliness of the year, and we have gone to those who are forced to say that they are sad.
It is the brightness depicted by mascara, and the indifference after sunglasses. Having seen the joys and sorrows of life, they are called maturity. What is lost, what is gained, who can say it clearly?
Graduated, struggled to come to Beijing, and did networking. Nine-to-five life, high heels and a delicate smile. It feels like the mind is getting old little by little.
In this dusty city, look for my shattered dreams, and love.
In the strange city, I saw familiar faces and familiar words. Look at the thick stack of white paper and black words in your hand, and hold it gently, as if holding your own youth, memories, and others.
I was thinking, I still love you.