e dazzling lights turned dim, the students who had just been aroused by the copycat version of the Little Tigers Team of No. 19 Middle School gradually became quiet. The clock was ticking in the darkness, as if it was only a moment, or as if a long time had passed. When the entire auditorium was silent, a soft melody that had never been heard before came from the far end, like a spring breeze blowing through the willows. , quietly brushing everyone’s ears.
The awning lights, row lights, footlights and rib lights around the stage are turned on at the same time. Dozens of soft lights are entangled together, flickering and extinguishing. Through the slide system, various patterns are transformed, the high sky, the vast The sea and the bright stars made the entire stage dreamlike. And when the lights flickered, three graceful white figures could be vaguely seen hiding in the hazy and deep distance. They seemed to have jet black hair and a faint fragrance, just like every young boy when he first awakens in love. That vague dream that always appears in my mind, the girl in the dream is so close yet so far out of reach.
Just the opening scene made everyone look forward to the next performance. Some opened their mouths, some stood on tiptoes, some stared at the stage with their eyes wide open, and some looked left and right to pursue the white shadow.
The lights suddenly went out, and the dreamy sky fell into silence. In an instant, three soft chasing lights were projected from above. Light smoke filled the air, and the mist was hazy. Three finished font-shaped circles appeared on the stage. The one I had just glimpsed The figure finally appeared in front of everyone.
Wearing a soft and elegant white dress, she reflects her bright eyes and beautiful face, portraying the freshness, elegance and flawlessness that only a girl can have. The long black hair flows down like a waterfall, hanging on the smooth jade shoulders, and then follows the slightly undulating arc of the chest, swaying gently with the breathing.
Whether in reality or in a dream, the contrast between black and white has never been so clear and profound. It is a final fantasy that has never existed in the world, and it is also ethereal and clean without a trace of dust.
When everyone had not yet woken up from the visual shock, a melodious song sounded:
“The lake is your eyes, and
your dreams are full of stars.
Your mood is a legend,
an eternal waiting.
Growth is a door of leaves. ,
I have a group of dear people in childhood,
spring is a journey, and
a possession of the vicissitudes of life.”
In the childhood you once had, do you still remember wandering by the river with your trousers rolled up, and those friends catching fish and shrimps? Who grabbed your ponytail, who was that annoying boy? Who drew mottled circles one after another on whose face while taking a nap?
But at that time, we didn’t understand that happiness is so simple.
“Those I love,
those passing winds,
those eternal vows over and over again;
those who lov