Look for sentences in profound or vivid prose.

The sunshine is warm. At the foot of the Western Hills, as in the fine weather of the past, a layer of mist rose, smearing the jagged mountains with unusually soft milky white. There are no clouds in the sky, and the blue vault covers the endless fields. The blue of the sky is very layered. Starting from the top of the head, it gradually fades away, and when the horizon borders the horizon, it becomes a faint smoke. In the sun, the bare fields are dazzling yellow. At this time, my body itches brittle. The lice felt the heat and began to climb out of their clothes happily. Lice are lovely animals when they don't bite. This makes me feel less lonely and pitiful-there is a living thing touching me! I still have something on me! I don't know when, two Shan Ying flew into the air. They don't flap their wings, but hover over our heads by the buoyancy of the airflow.

Uighur, like a hungry Shan Ying "you" crow, the coachman like a stone carving, throat suddenly let out a long and high-pitched song:

Ah-next, he sang in a very sad tone:

The whip that whipped the horse flashed by. Oh!

Brother's meat,

The horse's footsteps are messy; Second brother has been out for three days,

Drive away day by day

The sonority of his voice is a kind of suppressed sonority, dull sonority, like an explosion violently squeezed out by powerful forces. At the endings of "yo-oh", "ya" and "le", it turned sharply and gradually disappeared in this boundless desolate field with groaning pain. The whole melody is full of change and vitality, and it still vibrates at the end, so that after the end gradually disappears, I feel that the last song is still floating somewhere in this vast land, entangled between the rice roots with hairy stubble; The tune is beautiful. I have listened to the records of many famous singers. Caruso and Chayabin are in short supply, but what about Giry and Paul? 6? 1 Robertson is what I often listened to before 1957. I can say that no song has moved me so much. Not only because the tune of this folk song combines some characteristics of ancient music in Central Asia and the East, but also because it is rough, simple, desolate and vigorous. This inner spirit cannot be learned or trained. It is completely integrated with this vast and sad land; It is the song sung by this land, the yellow land of the Loess Plateau.

I am very shocked! I only heard him sing it again with his unique voice:

Hey-moths to a flame in heaven!

Brother's meat, toad entered a field,

I thought you didn't fall asleep at midnight!

I miss you after midnight!

He sang "Le" as "Liu" and "Mei" as "□". Only this local voice, which was born and raised on the plateau land, can fully express the interest of this plateau land. Tunes, melodies and dialects are all integrated with this land. When listening to Naples folk songs, a blue ocean will appear in your mind. When listening to Hawaiian folk songs, palm trees will appear in front of you, but that is only the association and excited yearning caused by singing. At this moment, I feel that this field, this place, this wind, this cloud blown by the wind, this sky, this mountain shadow in the air ... are immediately moved by this song and become lively, showing such a particularly charming charm ... In front of my eyes, this land suddenly becomes extremely charming, making my heart melt in this wonderful scene. What matters is not his singing, but his singing evokes the spirit of this vast and beautiful land and the poetry that has been sleeping in my chest for many years.

Ah, today, I am a free man, and I want to kiss this land with my chapped and bloodless lips!

I held my breath and listened to him continue to sing:

Hey-Ma Er's mouth!

Brother's meat, pony had a fight. I don't care about the family business,

Thinking of you wholeheartedly!

Sadness is the soul of a song. The sadness in his singing, the intense sadness, the heavy sadness and the passionate sadness gripped my heart tightly. Here, the lyrics are not important. I just try to figure out the meaning of the lyrics through melody and melody. His yearning for someone, or not for a specific person, but for some kind of imagination, led me to look up and try to miss something ... At this time, I felt a sharp pain: the pain of people, not the pain of hungry animals ... "Hehe" Shan Ying tirelessly followed us, and the sun in winter was a little west. However, his tone suddenly changed and became clear and enthusiastic, although this clarity and enthusiasm was shrouded in a sad shadow:

Hey-the black cat is lying on the pot cover!

Brother's meat, tail in the bowl.

Brother's bosom sister lies down!

You pouted.-Yes!

I didn't know it was a love song until I heard this. At first, I was just shocked by his singing and spinning. My imagination, which had been abandoned for a long time, was suddenly awakened like a wounded bird being struck by lightning on a dead tree. I struggled to flap my wings and fly as far as possible. After the shock, I looked back and saw that the green grass was sprouting under the dead tree illuminated by lightning. The lyrics of folk songs erased the bottom of my heart that was buried by the dust of the reform-through-labor team. Because the lyrics are undisguised, they show naked lust without literary talent. I sang the song "My Brother's Meat" with aftertaste, and found that no national love song in the world is so bold, bold, magnificent and wild. What "my sun", "my nightingale", "my little dove" and "my rose" all look extremely weak, extremely pale and unmanly. So, the blood of my 25-year-old youth, though very thin because of lack of nutrition, is also stirring and splashing in my veins. It rushed to my head, causing an unformed phantom to appear in my mind, which made me feel uncontrollable heat again ... I don't know when tears overflowed my eyes.