I heard this background music from an audio.
I didn't know its name at first, but I just repeated "a person like me", but it sang very attentively.
Then I stayed up late to watch the game video of "The Son of Tomorrow".
As most people have commented, Mao is probably the least famous superstar.
I am in my twenties. I think I am a lively person, but my heart is very dull. In fact, I don't know what kind of person Mao is, but it is such a person that I see myself in him.
He is a little timid, a little cowardly, a little rustic and a little cute.
He stood hunched on the stage, obviously timid and wincing, his head slightly lowered, and she chuckled frequently because of nervousness.
He hasn't seen much of the world. When he first met Joker Xue, he was so angry that "Oh, I finally met a living star" all his life. Before going on stage, he was as timid as a mouse and poured a bottle of white wine to be brave.
He is very shy. Mao blushed when he saw him when he came to visit.
He is all thumbs. When Mc God bless comes to help sing, he will stumble clumsily when running on the stage, which will make the audience laugh.
It turns out that she is only an intern nurse majoring in nursing in Hangzhou Normal University. She was rented in a cubicle, stingy and shabby, with a guitar on her back and nothing to play with.
How do you know that one day you will really make the nickname "superstar" ridiculed by others come true.
People like me sings:
"A good man like me,
Should live a glorious life,
Why, more than 20 years later,
Still floating in a sea of people. "
I couldn't help crying when I heard it in the middle of the night.
It is not easy to say that we have a hair in our hearts, because we are all the same ordinary, but we are unwilling.
In real life, dreaming at night and getting up during the day have to compromise again and again to make a living.
There is a hot topic in Zhihu: What moment made you realize that you never belonged to this city?
Some people say:
When I was in college, I also had great ambitions. I wanted to go abroad for further study and engage in scientific research, until one day I stood on the overpass on a rainy night, watching the traffic in Tianjin and the people rushing home in the rain. I don't want to go anywhere. I took out my phone and didn't know who to call. It's late at night, and my parents and girlfriends must have rested. There are thousands of lamps in Qian Qian, and none of them are lit for me.
There are 30 million foreign permanent residents in the north, Guangzhou and Shenzhen. Every day, I am submerged in a sea of people, and I am squeezed into the subway by the crowds in the morning and evening peaks. They have no entertainment and no life. After several years of wandering, they looked up at the vicissitudes of the sun and the moon, and then returned to their hometown towns and lived a mediocre life.
Too many people have dreams, and too few people are chosen by dreams.
Hair is not easy to be picked by dreams. Even he himself said: all this is fate, and fate chose me.
He was caught off guard. After the program was broadcast, "Worry-Free" 1 1 day topped the list of QQ music, with a broadcast volume of over 500 million. His Weibo fans have soared from 10 1 to more than 2 million now. ...
For millions of young people in Qian Qian, the significance of Mao's appearance and his songs lies in comforting a large group of lonely, anxious and struggling souls.
These people began to believe in the miracle of opportunity and fate. ...
Passing through a messy restaurant, I was caught by a few lyrics in the rough effect of inferior stereo, and I was very lost. ...
The significance of Mao's difficulty in the draft is to start pulling idols off the altar.
He is not a handsome, high-quality and gorgeous superstar, but an ordinary creator, who wins a large group of people by talent, arouses their pain by inner singing and exists in everyone's spirit by singing.
Let music return to music and truth return to soul.
When he sang in "Regret for the Past", "A cup of respect for my hometown and a cup of respect for kindness from afar urged me to grow up, so the road from north to south was no longer long, and my soul was no longer nowhere to be placed ... A cup of respect for freedom and a cup of respect for death dispelled my confusion. Well, always scribbling and leaving at dawn is the most ridiculous person. "
So, Yang Mi asked Mao: "How many slaps have you been slapped by life before you can write such feelings?"
But the hair is not easy, but it is faint. He said, I hope you don't speculate on your experiences from songs.
What we get is ordinary and slightly boring trivia, and there is no inspiring heroic dream, which has nothing to do with Man Xiu's literary heart. Aside from the moving stage packaging and the over-interpretation of those words, it is not easy for Mao to live under pressure day after day, just like everyone else and me. Occasionally very tired, I really want to give up my efforts, but I don't want to live like this for a lifetime. Most of the time, he is cautious about foreign words and plays boring jokes on his close friends, but occasionally in the dead of night, he shows deep affection, so he condenses it into a few lines of "melodramatic" sentences, that's all. But it is precisely because he is similar to you and me that we can see our own shadow in his songs and be poked by his short words.
Yes, there are not many stories to tell. We are all ordinary people.
Ma Dong once said in a speech: Many content creators' creative motives are only to solve their inner anxiety at the beginning. Mao's difficult anxiety is the anxiety of thousands of young people. Maybe when he was writing these songs, he never thought that today, so many people suddenly lost their minds when they heard these songs.
What attracts him most is the truth of ordinary people.
This summer, it is not easy to thank Mao. Let us see our own shadow.
It's 0: 25 in the morning.
I'm still listening to the single cycle "Always doodling after dawn, sober people are the most ridiculous" ...
After dawn, we are still ordinary people hiding their dreams everywhere. ...