Xintianyou

On the vast and story-filled loess land in northern Shaanxi, there is a high slope. On the slope, two willow trees stand side by side, like watchers of the years. Oh my god, this muscular man from northern Shaanxi is wearing a white sheep belly handkerchief and a sheepskin jacket. The red waist drum with a red ribbon around his waist sways gently with his steps. Not far away, there was a mobile speaker playing the melodious "Xintianyou". Tian stood next to the twin willow trees, with complex emotions in his eyes, because his lover's letter was not far away, watching his upcoming solo dance. The music flowed slowly, Tian lowered his head slightly, and cast his eyes affectionately towards the ravine at his feet. His body slowly leaned forward, his steps seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and every step was telling his nostalgia for the past. The waist drum swayed gently with his movements, making a low and rhythmic sound, as if echoing the deep thoughts in his heart. "I lower my head to the ravine, chasing the passing years." His expression was solemn, and his thoughts seemed to drift back to his childhood. Those days of playing in the ravine can only be found in memory. His eyes are full of recollection and reluctance of the passing time. Suddenly, a flame ignited in Tian's eyes. He raised his head suddenly and held the drumstick tightly with both hands, like a warrior about to go to the battlefield. In an instant, the passionate drumbeats resounded through the valley like a shower, and his feet beat and rotated powerfully, kicking up a cloud of dust on the high slope. Red ribbons were flying freely in the air, as if the fiery emotions were burning in his heart. "The valley is filled with wind and sand," he said while beating the drums and waving his arms, shaking his body violently, as if he was in a fierce confrontation with the wind and sand all over the sky. His expression was resolute, and he roared from time to time. The voice echoed in the valley, as if he was demonstrating to his fate that he would never back down even in the face of many difficulties. However, when the lyrics "Missing My Childhood" sounded, Tian's movements came to an abrupt halt. The drumstick in his hand hung down weakly, and his body seemed to have had all its strength drained away, and he slowly squatted down. He buried his head deeply in his arms, his shoulders shook violently, and suppressed sobs came from his throat. Tears slid down his cheeks, dripping on the loess under his feet, and were instantly absorbed by the dry land, just like his childhood that he could not return to, swallowed up by the ruthless years. Xin looked on with tears in her eyes. She knew the pain and helplessness in Tian's heart. After a while, Tian slowly raised his head and looked up at the blue sky. He held waist drums in his hands and slowly stretched upwards, his eyes full of questions and prayers to God. He stood up and stepped back, each step looking so heavy and confused. "I raise my head to the blue sky, searching for the distant past." His eyes wandered in the sky, seeming to be searching for those dreams and hopes of the past, but the sky was still silent, with only white clouds drifting leisurely, as if mocking his helplessness. Xin looked at Tian's back, her heart full of distress. She wanted to step forward to comfort him, but she was afraid of disturbing Tian's thoughts at the moment. Tian began to pace on the high slope, the waist drum in his hand swaying gently, emitting a low and soothing rhythm. Sometimes he stopped and stared into the distance, his eyes showing a mixture of confusion and relief; sometimes he stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to grasp the distant past. "The white clouds swim leisurely, nothing has changed." He is like a traveler lost in the maze of time, wandering in the long river of memories, trying to piece together the broken memory fragments, only to find that everything seems to be still the same as before, but he has lost his way in the years. Xin silently walked to Tian's side, gently held his hand, and gave him a touch of warmth and strength. Feeling Xin's company, Tian's eyes glowed again, and he danced the waist drum again, his movements becoming cheerful and agile. His feet jumped and spun briskly, and the waist drum played a cheerful movement on his waist. "The geese have listened to my songs, and the river has kissed my face." A bright smile filled his face, as if he had returned to that carefree time. He imitated the flying posture of the wild geese, waving his arms in the air, and the rhythm of the waist drum also accelerated, as if he was soaring into the sky with the wild geese; then he squatted down and gently touched the ground with his hands, as if he felt the cool water of the river. His body swayed gently with the imaginary water, and his eyes were full of tenderness and nostalgia. Xin was infected by Tian's happiness and swayed gently. "The mountain dandelions bloom and fall, over and over again," Tian stood up and beat the waist drum rhythmically with the drumstick in his hand, imitating the blooming and withering of the mountain dandelions. His body rises and falls with the beat of the drum, sometimes stretching like a flower blooming; sometimes curling up like petals falling. His eyes showed emotion and awe for the cycle of life, and every movement was full of love and respect for life. Xin looked at Tian with admiration in her heart. She knew that Tian had experienced many hardships but was still full of enthusiasm for life. Tian repeated the previous dance movements, becoming more smooth and natural each time. There was a kind of determination and persistence in his eyes, as if he was declaring to the world that no matter what fate did to him, he would never give up. "The earth leaves behind my dreams, Xintianyou takes away my feelings." He slowly squatted down, gently placed his waist drum on the ground, his hands gently caressed the loess under his feet, and his body was close to the earth. He seems to be deeply implanting his dreams and hopes into this land, absorbing the power given by Mother Earth, and accumulating energy for the future journey. Xin also squatted down, side by side with the sky, their eyes met, and each other's hearts were filled with longing and expectations for the future. When the music came to an end, "There are a few stars in the sky, and I miss you forever." The sky stopped dancing and looked up at the stars. With tears shining in his eyes, he stretched out his hand and waved it gently towards the sky, as if he was talking to the stars in the sky, telling them his story and his heart. Xin clings tightly to Tian's side, and their figures look so harmonious and warm under the starlight. Although there are many difficulties and setbacks in life, they believe that as long as they are with each other, the thoughts and dreams in their hearts will be like the wind on the northern Shaanxi Plateau, never stopping, and will spread forever in the long river of time. Finally, Tian slowly knelt down, put his hands together on his chest, and placed his waist drum quietly beside him. Xin also knelt down, and they hugged each other and cried. Next to the two willow trees on the high slope, they witnessed their love for each other with an emotional dance.

The author writes well, they are all very sincere emotions, and each character has his or her own personality traits. Especially the idea is very good.

I finished reading it, it was wonderful. Integrating features into the story is perfect!

Very good! It's not that it's a very profound or grand scene from the beginning, but the writing style and content are worth savoring! ! !

I like this genre very much. Very well written. The characters are rich and full. Excellent writing style. I hope more people will see it in the future

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