I have to go talk to that guy later! Maybe we can even become like-minded friends!
Christina's eyes shone with excitement, and in her anticipation, the crisp accompaniment of the piano sounded again from the speakers on the stage.
The beautiful blue-haired girl stood in the center of the simple stage, showing a quiet and gentle smile, which actually gave off a somewhat otherworldly feeling in the white light curtain.
She opened her mouth slowly and sang tonight's finale with her natural voice.
iuvhade
This is not any language I know, and it may not even be any language in the world.
In the acapella singing, Christina suddenly realized this fact.
It’s not that I don’t understand it or that I simply don’t understand its meaning.
On the contrary, it is precisely because I can understand the meaning and emotion that I want to convey in the accompaniment and singing that I am sure that this is a brand new, even self-made language.
Language and writing are ultimately products of convention. A person gives a specific syllable and character a practical meaning, and then he tells this wonderful idea to a friend, and then the friend tells the friend of the friend. Through constant imitation and dissemination, an idea, a pronunciation, a Words have gradually become products used by many people by default in communication.
Over time, more and more words and phrases appeared, forming language and writing.
Ultimately, this is a meme-spreading phenomenon.
Giving words a new meaning is also a change in language memes, that is, a change in conventional meaning.
hehe.
More than 20 years ago, this word represented a kind and polite smile. After a small explanation on the Internet, this word was given more meanings, and then more and more people continued to explain and spread it. , spreading the new meaning given to this word. Over time, this onomatopoeia that once represented kindness and playfulness has taken on a meaning that makes young people feel offensive.
chrysanthemum, cucumber, boxer
These are all in the continuous transmission of memes, because a small mutation is given a new meaning, and after it is spread by more people, it begins to be given more hidden meanings.
Back to the topic, in fact, the two points mentioned above are all clarifying one thing, that is, a brand new language is a product that requires at least two people to reach a consensus and reach a consensus before it can exist.
But the singing Christina heard was different.
luvhalue
She couldn't understand what the other party was singing, but the meaning that the owner of the song wanted to convey was all contained in these syllables that could not be formed into phrases.
There is no need for conventional meanings or consensus. With the ups and downs of the notes and the emotions conveyed by the ethereal and melodious singing voices, they can naturally flow into the hearts of others, and then be interpreted by everyone into meanings that only they can understand.
Elizabeth's singing has a wonderful penetrating power, coming out from the dilapidated shack, covering up the howling of the blizzard outside, overwhelming the roar of the wind, centering on the shack to all directions, to the surrounding neighborhoods, and even beyond. passed on from place to place.
Like the ripples caused by a stone dropped on a calm lake, the vibrations of the sound spread outward in circles.
The children who were crying in fear in the dark slowly stopped crying and were no longer afraid as this gentle song soothed them.
The woman shivering in the cold night got a warm and beautiful dream on this windy and snowy night.
The hungry workers, who had not eaten for several days, fell asleep with contentment and a sense of fullness that they had not felt for several days.
The extraordinary protection that is difficult to detect is mixed in the singing. Centered on the shack, there is no snow around it, and the warm area without the roar of the wind and snow is also quietly expanding with the singing.
Even Christina's emotions were moved by the song, and she saw a glimmer of hope in the desperate and gloomy picture.
What a song full of hope...
What a sad song! Meng Yiran, who was walking in the snow, suddenly stopped.
As he stepped forward, he could faintly hear the sound coming from the wind. Although it was intermittent, he could still feel the emotion the singer wanted to express from the scattered syllables.
sad.
sacrifice.
sigh.
It seems to be a requiem sung to comfort those who died silently in this disaster.
But it is like a loving and compassionate saint lamenting the sacrifices of the victims.
Do not know why.
This singing reminded him of that little girl again.
The lips were blue and black from the cold, and the sleeping face was as peaceful as falling asleep.
I seemed to have run away last time because I was afraid of death.
Memories quietly appeared before Meng Yiran's eyes. During the last fire-passing ceremony, he seemed to have escaped for similar reasons, which led to his title of fire-passer being deprived and all his family property being divided up. Fell into hell.
Sacrificing his own life as a prerequisite for achieving his goal is definitely a loss-making deal in the eyes of Meng Yiran, a complete egoist, and he will never do it.
But now
For the first time, he questioned his choice.
Am I really right to do this?
Is there anything wrong with choosing to escape in order to survive? There was a voice in my heart, it was a selfish voice, of course it was more important to survive! No matter how many people fall in front of you, you have to grit your teeth and survive. After all, if you die, there will be nothing.
Be it honor, fame, or wealth, are you willing to lose everything?
Do you have to watch half of a city's population die for this? Another voice sounded from his ears. Meng Yiran was also familiar with that voice. It was called morality. Those people would freeze to death due to energy shortage. If you don't do anything, will your conscience be at ease? Can you sleep at night?
if not? There is a little bit of ridicule in the selfish voice, as if it is mocking the innocence and immaturity of morality. Do you want to put your own life and the lives of all living beings on the scale, and then sacrifice your insignificant little life to save those who cannot create? A pariah of any value?
