Chapter 165 This is a great prose poem, soon to be released as bubble music.
"The crops hadn't been harvested yet in 1984."
My son was sleeping so sweetly in my arms.
"I don't have time to watch the outdoor movie tonight."
My wife reminded me to fix the sewing machine's pedal...
Wang Yue, holding a guitar, sat on a bench in the hospital room and began to sing.
To better fit the current mood.
He also made some modifications to the original song.
"Hmm...the lyrics sound really weird."
"It's like telling a story from an adult's perspective."
"Didn't I just say it was a prose poem written by my father?"
"I see…"
In the live stream, many netizens didn't realize what was happening at first.
But I soon realized it.
Wang Yueheng sings the stories recorded in his father's diary.
Describe the difficult years that my father experienced in his youth!
Such a novel way of singing.
It immediately stirred up everyone's emotions.
It was as if through the song, I could see what my father looked like when he was young.
I need to borrow some more money from my neighbor tomorrow.
The child cried all day.
"She's been begging for cookies."
"The blue polyester shirt pierces my heart with pain."
He squatted by the pond and punched himself twice...
As they sang...
Wang Yueheng seemed to see a scene from his childhood, where he would surround his father and ask for toys.
Back then, I was carefree and unaware of my parents' heartache and anxiety.
They toil endlessly day and night for the endless expenses of their children and family.
"It feels like they're talking about my father..."
"I remember when I was a child, I had to borrow money from relatives to pay for my school fees..."
"Though life was tough back then, it was still much happier than it is now."
"Because we were all just kids back then!"...
Many people in the comments section were moved to tears by the realistic imagery depicted in Wang Yueheng's song.
When I was a child, a bag of cookies could bring me joy.
As our parents grow old, their time passes by forever.
The giant who once sheltered me from the wind and rain.
Now it has become something that needs its own protection.
He then embarked on the same journey as his father.
We must shoulder the heavy responsibility for the daily necessities of life and for a better life for the next generation.
"I will never forget the way my once strict parents suddenly became timid and hesitant when they asked for my opinion."
"I know that means I've grown up, and they've grown old..."
A thought suddenly flashed by in the live stream.
This instantly ignited everyone's emotions.
"This really touched my heart..."
"Last time, my mom hesitated and asked me if I could borrow two hundred yuan, saying she would pay me back next month when she earned the money."
I cried until midnight that night…
"They were children once too, but they were forced to grow up for our sake..."
Listening to Wang Yueheng's deeply moving and heartfelt singing.
Almost all the netizens in the live stream were moved to tears.
My mind kept replaying scenes and images of my parents.
They wrote silent prose poems with their love.
And often, however, I...
However, they dismissed these prose poems as annoying nagging and ignored them completely.
It's only after you've lost it that you realize your mistake...
If Wang Yueheng's song "Father" was a straightforward praise and gratitude for fatherly love...
That song, on the other hand, is a heartfelt expression of emotion from the depths of the soul.
At this moment, in the clean and tidy ward.
The daisies on the windowsill swayed gently in the bright sun as they bloomed.
It was as if they were also immersed in the beautiful singing in the room.
I learned that Wang Yueheng was live-streaming his performance from his father's hospital room.
Many medical staff who had free time also gathered around the ward door, listening intently to Wang Yueheng's singing.
"These are words from my father's diary."
"These are the prose poems left behind by his life."
"Decades later, I looked at this and couldn't stop crying."
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