[Yu Huang] The Pontoon Bridge of Dreams

The future of the future can only be reached slowly if we take the next step bravely.He felt that there was nothing more to say, they had devoted all their efforts and sweat to everything in the past, and the road ahead—of course, was to be handed over to the tomorrow with infinite possibilities and hopes.

He picked up the recording pen from the piano, and finally concluded: "Then, Yu Wenzhou, we...see you in ten years."

In the piano room, there were only the sound of the wind blowing the curtains and the distant laughter outside the window, and after saying goodbye, he was proud of his fun and literary talent for less than a minute before the phone rang When he got up, he picked up the phone and heard the voice of the person who just said goodbye in ten years came from the receiver.

"Are you still in the piano room?" As one of the most outstanding graduates of the composition department this year, Yu Wenzhou has been very busy recently, and even when he is about to graduate, he still has to spare time to participate in the experience exchange of outstanding graduates held by his department every year. Yes, I should have just come out of the venue at this moment, Huang Shaotian replied: "That's right, I'm in the Qinfang building, saying goodbye to my old love, I feel so heavy, hey, you said the school killed it this day, it can't be too late Do you want to dismantle it later? Even if we wait until we leave!"

"Are you feeling heavy? Then go to the window and look down." Yu Wenzhou rode Huang Shaotian's bicycle and parked downstairs in the piano room, holding the academic uniform he just received in his arms, and smiling with the phone in one hand, " Seeing your new love will not be heavy."

After speaking, he raised his head and looked upstairs in the piano room. A head poked out from the classroom on the third floor. Huang Shaotian laughed out loud when he saw him downstairs. Yu Wenzhou waved to him, signaling him to come down.

"Don't be sad, come down quickly." The man's voice with a mocking smile came from the phone again.

The wind blew his hair and the hem of his clothes, that person looked at him from a distance under the bright summer sun, Huang Shaotian felt that smile seemed to shine directly into his heart, it was warm and soft.

So he stood at the door, took a last look at the piano room where he had spent so much time with him, took a deep breath, as if he wanted to archive those past memories, and then he picked up the piano case neatly, Locking the door with the gift ten years later, sealing up those past events, saying goodbye to his "old love" very happily, and running to find his "new love".

Because there have been a lot of things recently, Yu Wenzhou borrowed from Huang Shaotian a bicycle that he hadn't used for a long time. This bicycle has survived the heavy rain, snow, wind, and sun several times, but it still tenaciously survived. The car seat was stolen, and some had flat tires, which seemed particularly unique among the peers.

"What time is the graduation photo taken? It seems to be still early?" Huang Shaotian took the two people's academic uniforms from him.

"Well, when I first came here, I saw that there seemed to be still a shelf... I should have to toss for a while." Yu Wenzhou replied, "Is the graduation commemoration of your string department the recording ten years later? You recorded Done yet?"

Huang Shaotian clenched the recording pen in his pocket, and replied with a smile: "Okay, I'll invite you to listen with me in ten years, how about it?"

"Okay, but I hope that Shaotian you are at least a little creative, and you are faster than yourself ten years later if you don't play an endless song..." Yu Wenzhou blinked, "So our department is more pragmatic. The gift is in your hands now."

"What's yours? Come and see?"

Yu Wenzhou took out a sheet of music with his name printed on the cover, and explained: "It's just a blank sheet of music with my name written on it. It is said that we use this to motivate ourselves to keep creating good works, and finally put ourselves Write the best work of my life."

What kind of nonsense idea is pure vernacular, it's even less reliable than ours... Huang Shaotian thought, but he heard Yu Wenzhou continue to say: "Although that's what I said, but I heard from the students in the student union that it seems to be our department. I don’t have enough funds, so I have to buy one book for each person.”

"Then our department has no funds at all?" Huang Shaotian suddenly felt that his recording ten years later was not sacred enough.

Yu Wenzhou laughed when he heard the words, he handed over the sheet music, and said, "Then this will be your compensation."

"What do I want this for? I don't know how to write... It's more like a diary." Huang Shaotian said so, but he still took it. He thought it was a blank book, so he flipped through it, but found that the content had already been written in it. .

Yu Wenzhou's handwriting has always been beautiful, and this sheet music is no exception. The familiar melody once again appeared on the paper after many days. This is the song based on him.

He was about to say, isn't it too early for you to regard this as your best work, but before he could say anything, he heard Yu Wenzhou explain calmly: "Although this is definitely not my best work , in the future..." But halfway through his words, he couldn't help laughing again when he saw Huang Shaotian's expression of disbelief immediately after hearing the words.

How sincere is his new love... Huang Shaotian put his hand on his forehead and said helplessly, "Hey, I'm talking about Yu Wenzhou, can we stop being so sincere? Of course I know that you will definitely be able to write better works in the future." , but you... you gave this to me, so can’t you just say that this is my best work?! Occasionally, it’s fun to say a few lies! As its prototype, I’m in a very good mood now Complicated!"

Yu Wenzhou raised his hand to pull down the hand that was covering his face, separated his five fingers, and slowly intertwined with his palm. During the touch, he could feel the thin layer of callus left by the accumulated practice. Gently stroking those medals, and then firmly clenched.

"This is not the best work, but it is the most meaningful one." Yu Wenzhou looked into his eyes and replied seriously, "The best will always improve in the future, there will never be the so-called best... But what this song means to me, I don’t think there will be anything more important than it in the future.”

His expression and tone are exactly the same calm and determined. He never doubts the possibility of becoming better in the future, and he has the confidence to say such words. When he re-transcribed this work, he also thought about whether to Write some words on the title page, to pay tribute, to thank all kinds of encounters in this year, but in the end he still gave up when the pen was written, he thought, Huang Shaotian must have understood everything he wanted to say.

And now the person who is holding the sheet music did not understand everything he expected, but after hearing his explanation, he hummed and made a face at him, reluctantly put the sheet away carefully, Said: "Surely there is nothing more important than it-if there is one, I wrote a song based on you, and the two can be evenly matched-but this estimate is unlikely, alas, don't be too sad , I will make it up to you, since you are my new hungry identity."

"Oh? How do you compensate me?"

"You'll know after ten years!" Huang Shaotian said with a smug smile. The backseat seemed to be in danger, and a slight accident could blow the lights and wax the wax, "Come on, it's still early anyway, let's go around again."

"Hey, are you sure this car can still carry people? I'm still carrying the qin, it doesn't matter if I fall, the qin is worth more than me—"

Yu Wenzhou stretched out his hand to help him turn over the collar that was pressed by the strap of the piano case, looked at him leisurely and said, "Then I don't know...but just try it and you will know."

So in the end Huang Shaotian got on the back seat of the bicycle even though he had a hundred disbeliefs and a thousand thoughts of Yu Wenzhou cheating me.It rained a little last night, and now there is still rainwater on the ground that has not had time to evaporate. Those puddles reflect the reflection of the sun brilliantly, and the wind blows through the leaves, making a loud noise.

The wheels are spinning and rolling over these roads they have walked on countless times, rainy and windy, harsh winters and hot summers, those past years seem to be rising and reappearing one by one in these constantly running wheels, they passed by once together The lecture hall where I heard the lecture, passed by the small platform where he improvised, and passed by the grove where he once played Bach's "Chaconn" for him to express his heart. Now it is winter, and the artificial lake The water is rippling, full of lotus flowers, and the green lotus leaves are spread out, and there is no trace of the shadow that has been frozen in winter.

There are many students coming and going on every road in the school, some of them have already put on their academic gowns to take pictures, some of the junior students are hurrying with their musical instruments to run around for the future, Yu Wenzhou took them with them. Passing through it, those laughing sounds flashed by my ears, like those time that passed by in a hurry and can no longer be traced back.

They also passed the all-night study room where they fought together. The ginkgo avenue outside the classroom is now green and green. He used to want to take a photo of the golden ginkgo leaves in autumn, but he couldn’t make it due to various reasons. , even after the exam week, there are still many people who continue to struggle in it. It is true that this is not a world where hard work will be rewarded, but there are still many people who are willing to fight for it. The unquenchable fire in my heart is constantly burning.

If you ride a little farther, you can see the roof of the old piano building on the other side of the campus. Because it will be demolished soon, it will be locked and you can’t go up again. And the whole building will be there when they graduate and the school is on summer vacation. After that, the demolition work started.There have been many outstanding graduates from this piano building, and their honors are as memorable as the mottled walls of the piano building. Yu Wenzhou and Huang Shaotian are just two of them.

Now it is graduating from school with them this summer. Although it is a bit sad, it will bring more hope—not just the piano room building, but every corner of this campus will welcome new faces and new faces. Wishes and new pursuits, they will hold their little pursuit of music and write their own movements here.

Huang Shaotian tilted his head, and leaned his head on Yu Wenzhou's back unceremoniously, making people feel the warmth of ironing. He thought, this should be the end of the movement that belongs to him and Yu Wenzhou.

He watched the familiar plants and trees pass by before him, and finally stopped at the main building where the group graduation photo was taken. People from all departments and departments of the whole year gathered together, and the shelves set up allowed them to stand apart in layers. , string music, wind music, vocal music, piano composition, and various departments gathered together.Everyone was wearing the bachelor uniform that might not fit well, even though in the final photo, everyone's face was a small dot that was not very clear, and even those with bad eyesight could not find themselves, but they still Laughing heartily at the camera, he threw his bachelor's hat high into the sky. Today is a fine day, with soft clouds floating in the blue sky. It seems that as long as you raise your arms high and tiptoe, you will Can pass through the clouds and touch the distant horizon.

The sound of the shutter rises and falls, and this moment is revealed as the past forever.Although it is a conservatory, the school song, which was spontaneously sung after the cheers of "We're graduating!", was still crookedly out of tune.Some students spontaneously stayed on the high platform and began to conduct, and some students from the Vocal Music Department came to lead the singing with a sense of mission. With their joint efforts, after turning nine bends and eighteen turns, the car was almost unable to stop. The tune of the school song has finally returned to the right track, drifting in the summer evening wind, it is rare to see a little melodious and melancholy.

Yu Wenzhou walked around the composition department for a long time and finally came out. He saw Huang Shaotian running towards him from the other side, pushing through the crowd. A bright road was paved in front of him. Some people around them talked and laughed about the past and the future, and some people laughed and sang with crying sounds.

At this time, it was time for the school to broadcast routinely every day. The guitar and accordion of folk songs rang through the sound column. The flowers bloom in spring, the wind in autumn and the setting sun in winter, it seems that someone around me is humming this familiar melody, and Yu Wenzhou smiles and stretches out his arms, in the evening wind that is particularly melancholy because of parting, giving gave him a tight hug.

Time will always condense every moment into eternity - and the movement they played here has finally reached the end, and it is time for the curtain call.

However, where there is an end, there is a new beginning. They set off in the middle of midsummer, and the flight that had been delayed due to thunderstorms a few days ago returned to normal on the day they set off.Familiar teachers and friends all came to the airport to see them off. In fact, there is no need to say farewell and cherished words, because they all believe that one day, they will play together again on a higher and grander stage. The current farewell is For him to meet again as soon as possible.

So they took off amidst the loud roar of the plane. Yu Wenzhou's seat was next to the window, and he calmly watched the increasingly distant and smaller ground, with a slight smile on his lips.Floating clouds and white days were quickly drawn into afterimages outside the cabin. Huang Shaotian dug out the earphones from his bag, and was about to start listening to his Mahler symphony, which is a must-have for travel. to the window.

The sun outside the window was a bit dazzling, and there was no scenery to see.The familiar city has turned into a distant point, and they have just started their journey with countless memories and more dreams.

The roar in the ears is like a symphony that pushes the door of fate. The old chapter has ended, and the new movement is about to begin-they hold each other's hands under the seats, as if they are tightly holding all the roads to the future. Future commitment and courage.

"This time Mahler probably won't be able to save me..." Huang Shaotian tilted his head, leaned on Yu Wenzhou's shoulder with a smile, "I'm too excited, I can't sleep."

Yu Wenzhou laughed and said, "Then how about I sing you a lullaby?"

"Okay, okay, you can sing." Huang Shaotian thought about how Yu Wenzhou was so good today and didn't take the opportunity to tease him, while finding a more comfortable position on his shoulder, closed his eyes and waited for him to start.

In the end, it turned out that he was still wrong—Yu Wenzhou was humming softly while beating the beat on the back of his hand, the rhythm was very accurate, and the pitch was also commendable—if he wasn’t humming the melody of a march, Still very impressive.

But this time Huang Shaotian didn't say anything, he even hummed the very rhythmic tune softly along with Yu Wenzhou, but his singing level was very worrying since he was a child, Yu Wenzhou couldn't help looking at him after a while, I really want to ask him how he passed the solfeggio and ear training class before.

However, he did not open his mouth after all, but silently tightened his fingers, and got closer to him. They all knew what the expectation and anxiety were for now—to live up to the lonely or side-by-side relationship. Every past, for every hopeful tomorrow that we can go hand in hand——

What awaits them is an ancient and unknown new land that allows them to compose a new movement.

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Last time but still going to Amway as always! "Tchaikovsky Violin Concerto in D Major", I mentioned it a few times before, right?I don’t remember a bit, but I finally wrote it in, I’ve been thinking about it for a long time!And the date of her premiere in history is December 12th, which happens to be the day when it was written =4= The first movement is used in the article, and the main theme is really beautiful... For the sake of it being the last time, Please feel it when you have time. It’s really beautiful (in other words, okay.

Of course Heifetz has recorded it, Ferras has another style, just as beautiful, Milstein also has a more recent one, and Perlman also has a video, which should be easier to find.There are also movies with this song as the theme, in short, it is a beautiful song~~~ The article uses "an artist should be such a group of people: in his genius world, there is firm belief and natural humility .” This sentence comes from Ingmar Bergmann.

In fact, from the time I finished writing it two days ago to now it’s been repaired, I still feel a bit mysterious, there is no pitfall... And it’s quite a coincidence that the original version of this article was written on this day last year. Of course, the beginning was not used in the end. But it can be regarded as a beginning and an end.

Then I am very grateful to every gn who has read it, thank you for seeing this!And I’m very sorry, I’ve been tricked by me for writing so slowly in the past year, it’s really hard qwq but the timeline in the story is a whole year, and it’s a whole year outside, and it’s another story that ends in the cold winter In the midsummer, do friends with obsessive-compulsive disorder feel happy (.

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Then there is the matter of publishing the book ~ I am also the one who wants to publish the book. I am a little excited... I have cheated a few comrades in arms and boarded the thief ship~ The one who has been cheated by me is my family member Ah Cao~ The illustration is the goddess Lamb Teacher~ Thank you, Teacher Qingshan, for sponsoring the writing of the G article, and the staff will update~ Please pay attention when the time comes.

Then the content of the main body is expected to be [20 words of the full text + 2 words of the two new episodes + a new episode], if there is time, it will probably be able to catch up with next year's Imperial Capital Only, if it is too late...see you!

Then there is the address of the announcement and the Indian tune, here~ the promotional video below, please bring Bach’s wig to watch~!thank you all!