April 28, 2004, at dusk. Soft rain of silk. The next record is happening to the Secret Garden. This is a famous new century music style band. Its works are the main line of piano and violin, and sometimes resident or other instruments, dissolve the Irish Empty Evil and Norwegian National Music and Classical Music, the music is quiet, naturally, although it seems to be distant, but point Tap the door. The outdoor sky is frustrated, I am at this time, like being in the endless field, this moment is there is no language, there is no color, there is no thought.
Outdoor, the company's broadcasting is placing some popular songs, feeling impunity, and it is inevitable. I have never, I don't like to listen to popular music, except for the love of folk and crazy rock, this is two extreme music. There is also New Age (new century music). Hearing the podd music, seeing through popular performances, and the heart has long been going to the endless paradise. Some people say: New age is the voice from heaven. I agree. Some philosophers said: Music is the language of the soul, and the mirror of the soul. I really like this sentence. I will choose to listen to different music when I have different moods, repeatedly broadcast it over and over.
I haven't listened to late night broadcast. When I was attending school, I was alone, and I often stay in the radio and listened to the "warm night" of the CCTV. I like to listen to the voice of the host Gao Yang, soft and delicate. I heard the first to listen to the "mystery garden" is also the high yang introduced to the audience. Years long, many wonderful times have passed this, no longer come back, where is intimate old friend? Favorite songs rarely sing again, my beloved warm night will never exist. I am still going to walk and encounter.
NOCTURNE (Night Squi) Rapid, Fianola. Sally floating in the room, Song from a secret garden (song from the mystery), this album style is more uniform, the music is soothing, full of resection, no intention to reveal a little sorrow, Have to indulge in it. Forgot time, there is existence and lapse, forget everything around you.
Outdoor rain stopped, there is a breeze to gently graze, bringing a burst of cool. Turn off the CD and speakers, sit on the courses downstairs, talk about life, talk about work. The days are swaying, there is no passion, no hope, like a child who is forgotten by the world, loneliness growth.
