Street musician

I seem to have a unique feeling for street musicians. Every time I go to a new place, I will wander in the street and see someone singing and playing the piano. I can't help but take a video or photo of a street musician. One day, when I was sorting out my photo album, I found that I accidentally photographed many street musicians. Among them are young college students' lovers, one playing guitar and the other singing to the sound. There's a new band with a good lead singer, guitarist and drummer. There is a middle-aged uncle with a beard, dressed up beautifully and singing affectionately. There are also young people in national costumes, who are absorbed in blowing reeds.

In my subconscious, street musicians are free and easy, free and literary. In this noisy world, street musicians are everywhere, whether sad or happy, whether lively or deserted. Whether you come or not, street musicians are here, people around you come and go, musicians are here, playing the piano and singing, they are passionate, and they use music to convey every emotion to people's hearts.

I always meet a street musician on my way home. A middle-aged man with an acoustic guitar and a microphone in front. No matter what the weather is like, as long as it doesn't rain, you can always hear his rich baritone. He usually starts singing at seven and ends at ten. Nearby is a brightly lit ktv, and the door is always very lively. Strangely, musicians don't sing in dimly lit and crowded places. He always sings on the roadside 50 meters away from KTV. There are no street lamps on one side of that road, and several street lamps on the other side are broken. Sparse lights shone, half bright and half dark, and pedestrians walked opposite with lights. The musician's singing is the scenery of this section of the road.

I often think that if he wants to live, he should go to a crowded place to sing. He wants to earn popularity and go on a brightly lit stage. Maybe he just loves music and likes to find a quiet place to sing loudly. Many songs sung by musicians are classic. When you are in a bad mood, listen to him sing Cai Qin, and keep your sadness to yourself. After this journey, the bad mood seems to stay there all the time. When you are in a good mood, listen to him sing Andy Lau's Water of Forgetting the Year. It's far from that road, and I'm still humming to the music. It rains occasionally, and musicians don't come to sing, so I'm still a little unaccustomed to this road. People passing by in twos and threes on the half-bright and half-dark streets always feel a little less color.

Last winter, it was very cold. At 9 o'clock, the street became deserted. I happened to be late for something that day. At the end of the road, I was a little scared. Although there are street lamps on this side of the road, there are few people on the street. When the cold wind blew, I pulled my collar unconsciously. The cold and cheerless atmosphere naturally makes me feel a little depressed and a little scared. Suddenly, a familiar song floated over. Street musicians, I shouted in my heart. The pace of walking has accelerated. He sang beyond's days of our lives. I sang along with him unconsciously. Approached, I saw a singer wearing a green military coat, holding an acoustic guitar and singing incisively and vividly against the strong wind. When I was far away, this song still echoed in my ears. I never thought that in that cold winter, in that deserted street, street musicians could send a little warmth to passers-by with his songs.

Jane Baoyu's writing group punched in on the 23rd.