Everyone has a big or small swamp under their feet.

Some people lift their feet and forget that others have spent half their lives.

Our single-minded pursuit of happiness has led to difficulties again and again.

What you should care about is not the mud on your shoes, but the radian of the smile on your face.

I'm glad it's autumn.

This is about calmly thinking about the harvest years, suitable for introspection and looking back.

The first completely independent record

I seek rich colors in style, just as I try to be flexible and avoid rigidity in my life.

Seeking diversity but accuracy in singing is like my relationship with people is neither too hot nor too cold.

And fighting for something in the sense of words reflects the most serious nature in my heart.

I have reserved seats for twelve songs for my parents and my children.

The people I love, my enemies, and of course myself.

I left one for you, too. Please sit down accordingly.

love

Chyi Yu 1997. Autumn in November

The following is Chyi Yu's album Camel, Bird and Fish,199765438+released worldwide on February 9th! ?

About tears and crying camels?

Strictly speaking, I am a person with developed lacrimal glands. When I was young, I was very wronged and moved. Tears flowed out untimely. It took a long time, but I learned the virtue of saving. I didn't cry at the wrong time and tried not to cry in the wrong place. I usually choose the right time and place, and cry when I am a little irrelevant or suspicious of making a mountain out of a molehill. Sometimes I even forget when I saved my tears this time. Moreover, sometimes even tears will depreciate. If you don't cry for a long time, don't cry! ?

Gradually, I seem to understand the difference between being able to cry and not crying. ?

Jill hasn't cried like an ordinary baby since she was born. When she was a baby, she seldom cried for more than a minute. Except when she was two months old, her mother cried for 20 minutes to train her not to get up and drink milk at night! I've always had two explanations for this ...

One who is more religious, I think she must be many times, and she is already experienced in how to be a baby, and there will be no more requirements. One thing that beats my face is that on the one hand, it is not easy for me to have a general understanding with her; I don't often confront her head-on, but use her logic to divert my attention. On the other hand, I laughed with her every day since the day she was born. With my mysterious and changeable expression, I am not afraid of others watching the smiling baby's tricks. I will always play with her and laugh with her! So I found that smiling faces can be learned! ?

I am born to laugh, so the current of joy flows back and forth between our mother and daughter! ?

I think sister is the biggest reason why my tears depreciate. ?

It is said that the camel in Sudan has lost its lacrimal gland! No one thought much about it except the report of Discovery Channel. It is not recorded in the Encyclopedia Britannica. The director of Taipei Zoo is not clear. No one in Academia Sinica specializes in camels. My colleague friend's boyfriend is a veterinarian. He said, "I'm sorry! I studied the livestock line of raising animals. Camels are wild animals! On the internet, there are many enthusiastic netizens, and no one has heard of them except harassing ophthalmologists. Now people are very worried, and everyone is discussing whether camels have lacrimal glands. The wind and sand are so heavy and the place is so dry. How does it avoid the wind and sand? Does it really have extra water to wash away a yellow sand that may fall from the corner of its eye? Don't worry! Don't let Chyi Yu's nature of studying social science be distorted. She just wants to sing "Crying Camel" with a clear conscience! (whew! Wipe the cold sweat on your forehead! )?

Even if there is no camel that has lost its lacrimal gland, there are many people who want to cry but can't. However, they still remember a useful sentence from my senior in college: "Every time I cry, I will build a stronger wall for myself, so I won't cry so easily next time." Now think about it, those who listen and say this should cry easily! ?

The tears will flow directly, don't wait until there are no tears to regret! Even though I am a daughter with tears today, I am still sure that no tears is a curse. Even if my tears depreciate because of Jieer, I still reserve the privilege of washing my soul with tears. ?

About the relationship between birds and fish-all caused by desire?

Thinking about summer in winter and autumn and winter in hot summer, people go back and forth through their lives in this simplest and uncontrollable dissatisfaction. ?

As long as I can remember, I have never remembered any strong desire. Even if I have a little pride and ambition belonging to youth, I am overwhelmed by the inertia of action losing to thinking. ......

I have always used the philosophy of "taking a step back and broadening the horizon" to cover up my ostrich mentality of not actively fighting for everything, but the reason why I can persist is just to "reduce my desire"?

For love ... okay ... for love ... it seems the same. Secret love should be the most concrete manifestation of taking a step back! Fish in the water has a crush on birds in the sky, which often appeared in my youth. I have been swimming with fate until that winter, when I got up the courage and decided to love a bird?

His wings look so plump, his eyes seem to be longing for the sea, so we fall in love with each other's baggage and freedom, with admiration and curiosity about each other's world ... (This is unusual for me who never overestimates myself ...) It took us several years to finally find that it is not gentle enough to let birds swim with fish; It is unfriendly for birds to hold fish high in the air. But why can this love last for several years? Now, it seems that both sides have used unparalleled courage to compete with fate, and they will not give up until they take their last breath. ?

The day of parting is a Mid-Autumn Night, a Mid-Autumn Night with a typhoon blowing. I have the habit of writing:

"Like a downpour without thunder, it rains for no reason ... the torrent of emotion is released silently from my thousands of boiling capillaries ... only I can hear and see it, and it is surprisingly quiet, even I feel uneasy. ?

My eyes are sleepy, but my heart refuses to sleep. There is something wrong with my lacrimal gland. There is a cocoon on the surface of my heart. How can we lose it without being frightened, disappointed without being depressed, angry without being hurt? ?

Could it be that love has long gone in batches, and the rest is just a habit that can be broken down with a little violence? A calm heart is like a black well at night, dark and cold, with moonlight secretly ...?

The rain has stopped .. The rain has stopped, as if it had never rained before. If it weren't for the wet asphalt road and the splash of flying cars, who knew that it rained here and people would die? ?

It's not you who are leaving tonight, it's years of love and care. ?

Isn't breaking up because you understand a line on the stage? ?

So, should it jump for joy? Is this the first name to celebrate? ?

How is he? Insomnia Do you have any regrets? Anything else to say? Still as assured as I am! ?

In June, a cloudy typhoon rainy night?

Once again, I returned to the embrace of the boundless sky and beautiful scenery! I am still pessimistic about the story of birds and fish. I repeat: the sky and the sea are the same color, spring, summer, autumn and winter are connected, hell and heaven are opposite, and day and night alternate ... birds and fish can love each other, but where can they nest? ?

The arrow that once left the string is now a full bow?

Forty years without relatives & women and children?

The sad and gentle French horn was accompanied by muffled thunder, and the long chord of Wan Li in the Great Wall of Wan Li came to an abrupt end from far to near. Instead, it fell into war-torn China from 1997. In 36 years of the Republic of China, the Northeast took the lead in the fall, and the war continued to spread to Shanhaiguan. My parents are the first displaced refugees. It took two years to walk from the northernmost part of China to the southernmost part. ?

This song was written 40 years after parents left their hometown, before they never had a chance to return to their roots. My father still has a younger brother in Japan, while my mother has lived for 40 years without relatives or reasons. ?

Ten years ago, ten years later, I sang back and forth twice, and every time I tried my best to sing "Snow White 40 years ago ... Sunset Red 40 years ago ..." The unparalleled oppression of the times always made me unable to help myself. Twenty-four hours of suffering and fear every day for 40 years, the picture of nearly a lifetime has turned into white and red, and it has become four and a half minutes of songs and words, compressed like a small atomic bomb, containing infinite tension and flammability, which is explosive. Thank you, Taming, for giving me the feeling of both smallness and greatness in the rhythm and arrangement of strings. ?

I have always enjoyed listening to my parents tell stories about their childhood and their flight, and listening to my mother sing the trilogy of exile. Mom really doesn't remember a lot of things, and always thinks it is her blessing and resilience. Dad is really talking about the bullets on the Songhua River after drinking, and the poplar trees without bark when Changchun was surrounded. I seem to see the swaying paper windows of farmers in Northeast China, my grandmother with disabled legs, and my father's childhood in Amb Lee riding a homemade wooden sleigh! ?

It is good to know parents' enthusiasm and regret. Parents should not be stingy with their words. Children should keep their ears open. The generation gap belongs to the generation gap, at least it is not out of reach for two generations! ?

Nowadays, the arrow that once left the string is full of bows, and the daughter is the arrow to be sent on the string. Being a daughter and a mother makes me feel complete. I still remember the breeze under my wings when I spread them. I think, in the future, I will also be a small tree where my daughter lives in the scorching sun. When crossing the river, there is an indescribable sense of accomplishment. A few days ago, SAM and I talked about children's education. He stressed that parents should choose classmates for their children. As for the environment and world outlook, they should focus on the role that China people may play in the world in 20 years. Ji Bolun talked about children in The Prophet: You can give them love, but you can't give them ideas, ... because their souls live in the house of tomorrow, which you can't even participate in when you dream. ?

In fact, it is sometimes hard to imagine that today's efforts will only become a warm current in her heart tomorrow. ?

So, I readily accepted this gift that came out of thin air. I want to remember that she gave me the most direct and impurity-free happiness, and cherish the only relationship that is possible to accomplish "no pains, no gains". ?

About the well-known happiness-hard-won! ?

In the process of writing the word "happiness", my friends' stories appear alternately in my mind like lightning Shi Huo. I am eager to find the answer and finally "the more I talk, the more confused I get". ?

Old T's famous saying: Marriage is a system against human nature. I don't like that he always uses this sentence as a shield after breaking up with his girlfriend, but I have to admit its truth. Since childhood, the central idea that human nature is good has long been examined and re-examined by me. Since we talked about love and marriage, everything is no longer black and white. People are naturally afraid of loneliness, and people are indeed greedy. Marriage may not be suitable for everyone, but single aristocrats are still just a myth. ?

Girlfriend named P said with emotion, "Women like us are not good at managing marriage". They are busy with themselves all their lives, striving for self-discovery and self-improvement. They struggled most inefficiently between the three virtues and women's liberation. They will neither pay attention to all the smiles of their husbands, nor give up the concept of equal support with others, and end with one sentence: "Give people pressure & not enough women! How much should I give up for virtue? How much is reserved to be a concession? It is still a myth that modern women have not found an open marriage in the life code. ?

The story about betrayal is even more bizarre, and I can't say a few words. The supreme method of turning a blind eye has a long history, but for those of us who are close to 2 1 century, closing our eyes may not be a secret. The eyes of the older generation have long since disappeared. What my generation has heard and seen is only the conditional closing of eyes, that is to say, those who benefit from closing their eyes are still practicing hard. In addition, it is either a quarrel that will never be repeated, or it will not be implemented! Someone once asked me, "Will you not count?" I also try to practice closing my eyes, but once I close my eyes, I can't get through. Do you remember the charges? It's really hard for the dumb to eat Huang Lian's skills! I still need to work hard!

Singing "Happiness is not just a prince and a princess ..." that day, Princess Diana died in a car accident, and the studio kept sighing. It's a coincidence. It's a confused feeling. I still remember a sentence from a gay girlfriend many years ago: "In fact, I am pursuing happiness. Until today, I finally understand that happiness is just a feeling. It is complex, subjective and multifaceted, and it has no certain format. ?

At a century wedding in London Cathedral, people saw Princess Diana as beautiful as a fairy tale, and people admired the white gauze dress, which once again misled and aggravated the myth of the prince and princess in everyone's mind. ?

Most people live in their daily trivial happiness and always feel broken. I hope the "standard" happiness in fairy tales, even I am no exception. However, the distance between ideal and reality is an endless road. ?

Now I don't want to hear people talk about happiness, especially when there is only one kind of happiness. I want to create a kind of happiness that belongs only to me. ?