Her songs are not good, but if they are, they are beautiful. Like an undercurrent. Agreement. Darkness. Chess. Or red beans.

Cantonese songs feel strange. But Faye Wong is different.

Faye Wong's Cantonese songs seem to be enough to feel her melancholy voice. I don't know what she is singing.

I watched the vcd of her concert. There are two lines of tears made of broken diamonds under the eyes. This is my favorite.

Many times, her face is a kind of self-expression.

With a little loneliness. Seems to keep a distance from this world that only she knows.

I read in the newspaper recently that she divorced Dou Wei. This is expected.

A woman who cares about herself is lonely even in love.

Her mood is understandable.

Some feelings are hard to describe.

It's like being in a disco with friends. In the noise of tobacco and music, people will be a little numb.

But I like to see a woman with a cold expression, red lips and black hair.

It seems that I can go with you at any time. But her soul is far from you.

I also like watching cool guys. They have very handsome facial features. I hope they are machines that can have sex at any time.

Because many times, love is like perfume floating in the air. Degenerate and fuzzy, leaving no trace.

Faye Wong sang, I'm still wearing your clothes today. I didn't keep you, but it was still warm.

She also sang that your outline under the street lamp is so beautiful that I dare to look at it with tears in my eyes.

She sang, I believe that everything has an end, sometimes it is gathering and parting.

But sometimes I prefer to stay and not let go until the scenery is clear.

All this makes people feel gloomy and gentle.

I don't think she is a beautiful woman.

But her voice is beautiful. Her loneliness is also beautiful.

Many times, men in the world don't appreciate a woman's voice or loneliness. So more women like Faye Wong than men.

Because many women are narcissistic.

Men like to look at beautiful faces. Maybe sometimes they don't ask much of a woman's soul. In other words, love should be simple and primitive.

Rainy days. The whole city is like a damp, dark little box. smothery

Vaguely think of some past events. Think of the gray-purple sky I saw at the top of Huashan Mountain. The sunset is like a drop of frozen blood. The whole mountain was silent, only the wind was heard. The nature that people feel in an instant is infinitely close to the dream in the depths of the soul.

Perhaps these short moments are enough for the long-suppressed reality.

So I don't believe in love either.

Do not believe in eternity. Don't believe in promises.

But I believe that a passionate relationship is enough to exhaust our affection and tears.

There is no difference between ten years and ten hours.

A friend got married and went to her wedding reception.

I saw her wearing a bright red cheongsam, shuttling among the guests. Bai Baihe. Gorgeous heavy makeup. I thought that at the age of 20, I went to Beijing with her.

She was lovelorn. On the night train, I lay on the sleeper and listened to her. Warm tears are silent.

The journey of wandering, no matter how far you go, can't get out of the disappointment of love.

It may be safe to marry someone. Many times, we will choose a person just because we are lonely or fragile.

I have read some reports in the newspaper, such as a successful woman who has never been married. I always feel a little sad.

I like Faye Wong's choice. Marry a man, have a baby for him, and pour the spittoon (the newspaper reported that a reporter once photographed Faye Wong getting up early in a courtyard in Beijing, with his hair hanging down and pouring the spittoon). Then I felt that I didn't love him and left him.

The favorite flower in spring is cherry blossom. Often overnight, it opens quickly. Sudden and unstoppable.

And then blowing in the wind. No nostalgia.

The Japanese call it flowers blowing snow.

Walking at dusk, passing by the cherry blossom forest, I saw the pink petals still fluttering. It suddenly occurred to me that this is the most enjoyable flower. Because it died young.

Like some one-night stand. There is no possibility of deterioration. So leave a lifetime of memories.

Maybe it's sadness. But it is beautiful.

Your smell is all over my nose. I didn't bother to vent my anger when I knew I was going to drown and suffocate.

This is Faye Wong's forgiveness.

I like this strong emotion. The fiercer things get, the colder they get. Because there is no way out. Be presumptuous. Indulge. Selfish. Crazy. Only when you fall again and again do you know what you have paid.

I really hope it will clear up.

I think I can climb to the top of the high mountain and see the pure blue sky and sea again.

Then look at the people I can love in the distance.

Jing M.Guo:

If one day I stop singing, I hope everyone will forget me. ?

-Faye Wong?

That night, the sky thundered and the whole city caught fire. No matter how heavy the rain is, it is just an ornament. We suddenly stood in the rain for a thousand years. You cried, you smiled. Our eyes are blind. ?

I forget when I started to put Faye Wong's records into the CD player every day, wearing headphones and riding silently in the desolate city where I grew up. It rained cats and dogs in that city, and the sun was scorching. My record player accompanied me year after year. ?

At that time, I didn't have much money, and I was very happy to listen to hundreds of CD players. I fell asleep in the shade of many trees, and Faye Wong hummed in his ear: I have a hunch about everything. ?

I have been wandering for many years, from my hometown town to luxurious Shanghai, and I left my old record player at home, as well as the whole box of records with the cover of Banbang. I left my canvas bag at school. I remember when I graduated, I threw my schoolbag high from the fourth floor, and the backpack that accompanied me for three years hung on the tree alone. I think it will stay alone for several years until one day the wind blows it down from the tree. I think I'm going. Maybe it can stay. I turned and walked away without looking back, and my heart cracked one hard string after another. ?

Well, Faye Wong's voice can be heard everywhere. Well, you can look up at her face embarrassed. Fortunately, I can hear her humming in a trance when I close my eyes: I have seen the tsunami, but I have never seen your smile. ?

I remember at that time, Xiaobei and I were inseparable every day. I heard what Faye Wong said, and so did she. We swore to God more than once that we must save a lot of money and go to Faye Wong's concert one day. If it rains that day, we won't take an umbrella. If there were a fire that day, we wouldn't run away. We will stand quietly a few hundred meters away from her and watch her lose any language. Xiaobei said you would cry? I said we shouldn't. Big boy has nothing to cry about. Xiao Bei despised me, and then she said she was sure to cry. She said, "I dare to sing Faye Wong's songs in karaoke bars, even if I am laughed at every time." . From then on, I remembered Xiaobei's face, and when I talked about Faye Wong, it became very real. ?

Three years have passed in an instant. People who used to talk about white hair together can only see black hair once a year. Xiaobei wore low-rise trousers and a little light makeup. I dyed my blonde hair and wore a silver ring. I can't remember how we walked through three silent summers under the tall camphor trees in our school. At that time, we wore school uniforms and had black hair. There are graded papers in the backpack. A notebook full of handwriting. There is a drink bottle filled with clear water. The hot sun burned our faces. Those flushes are the pain of forbearance, appearing in one uncertain morning light after another. ?

Now every winter vacation, I will return from Shanghai to Chengdu, the town where we graduated from high school. I can't remember those memories. I saw that she felt that the Adam's apple was a little tight. I have been afraid to ask her if her life is good, because I am afraid she will say "no" to me. ?

So I never asked. ?

So she didn't say anything. ?

I watched you in full bloom one heavy home after another. Crazy years along the way, inexplicable fear and haste. Whoever waved and pointed to the village on the left raised his arm and buried the pasture on the right. And I'm standing here, standing here, watching a winter without snow and bidding farewell to a summer without rain. Year after year. The clouds finally faded their blurred eyebrows. ?

I kept shouting until I knew that Wang Fei was coming to Shanghai to hold a concert, which aroused the contempt of everyone around me. I began to blush, and my heart was beating like a sex maniac. ?

Then I sent a message to Wu because he kept sending messages asking me if I would go to the concert, and so on. But every time I sign a sales contract in a foreign country. Strange to say, for a month or two, I flew around in different cities almost every weekend, so that several stewardesses at Hongqiao Airport later knew me. This is also a bit unexpected. So every time I go back to Awu, I say no, I can't come back from other places. Then needless to say, I was mercilessly despised every week. ?

So this time I sent a message asking Ah Wu if he would go to the concert in Faye Wong, and he was obviously a little excited. He said, damn it, you rarely have time to go every time. I smiled with my mobile phone. I don't want to buy infield tickets for 1680 yuan at most, so it's not too difficult to sell iron. Because I have long heard that infield tickets have been sold out. ?

However, I underestimated the charm of Faye Wong. Wu told me that the tickets for the outfield can't be bought now, and it is estimated that they are all in the hands of scalpers. I was a little dizzy when I saw the text message. Later, I remembered that a senior I knew worked in Shanghai Grand Theatre and often gave me some tickets for elegant operas. Call me. She told me OKOK was fine. So I'm relieved. ?

In the next few weeks, I will also fly to all parts of China. Flying often is like taking a taxi. I forgot to announce that there was a signing ceremony in Zhejiang on May 27th last year. ?

Call Zhao MM and tell her that I forgot to sign books on the day of Faye Wong concert. Great, it's over. Zhao MM panicked and said, Wukong, don't scare me. I said, how did I scare you? I'm not kidding. Maybe I recognized the sadness in my tone, so Zhao MM believed me. Then I started calling the planner in Zhejiang to reschedule. Finally, I decided that they would drive me from Zhejiang to Shanghai, so that I could listen to the concert with peace of mind and then go to Zhejiang overnight. ?

Thank god. For the first time, I feel that the bookstore is very considerate. ?

I got the ticket two days before the concert. When I look at Faye Wong's bright smile on it, I can't feel the bleak track in her songs, and the road is covered with withered sunflowers. Her smile on it is quiet, and her face doesn't look troubled. But it just looks like it. ?

So I laughed. I always look happy. ?

During the waiting time, everything became slow and fast. I watched the clock on the stage pass by. There is a quick and furry voice in my heart. ?

Then suddenly the white cloth fell, and I saw Faye Wong standing alone in the center of the stage. The light dimmed, and she was the only one with a beam of chasing light. ?

The first song is Sky. ?

The most wonderful thing is that when she finished singing the first sentence "My Sky", a flash of lightning in the sky split down and lit up the audience. Singing "Why are you in tears?" is another flash of lightning. I don't think any professional stage special effects can achieve this effect. ?

Gao Lei suddenly grabbed my hand and screamed, I can't do it. I'm going to cry. I stand in the sky, my feet are on the ground, and my head is on the ground. Do you think this is ridiculous? On those unknown nights, bats fly over the phoenix and come back. In those repeated dawns, the moon rises and the sun sets. Confession of where you will go, swing out your right hand and take back your left hand. Those anxious waiting all day turned into tears and fell down. ?

I remember when I sent Xiao away, the sun sank below the horizon at a speed I had never seen before. So that I can't see his face clearly for a minute, even in the dark, my eyes become dull. ?

He patted me on the shoulder and said it didn't matter. Faye Wong's concerts can be heard in Japan. Final Fantasy 8 sang all over Japan. ?

I forgot what I said, then he left. Step into that unknown country alone. With an indisputable smile and a piece of indifferent dust. From that day on, Xiao walked into my memory and kept walking around. ?

Faye Wong's records are released one by one, but they are all very slow, once a year, sometimes once every two years. It seems that we all grew up waiting unconsciously. And Faye Wong is still that vague face, as if it hasn't changed for so many years. ?

In 2004, I bought her Love in Shanghai. In this hot summer, I repeatedly listened to her "passengers", one empty car after another, lingering at the dividing line between dawn and dusk. One lonely person after another, looking at the silent world outside the window in the car. ?

She said, I am the first passenger in this car. ?

Sometimes I wonder how long my love for someone can last. I seem to have become someone else's favorite overnight. In a world I don't understand, there are still people who are moved by my words. My books are packed in their schoolbags. Every morning before dawn, I accompany them to class, walk through the low wall blown by the wind, and accompany them to warm books and do test papers in the dead of night. Think of me when drinking coffee, and look up at the night outside the window. This is a very subtle feeling, and I can't explain it clearly. It seems that I remembered my senior three years ago. I would listen to Faye Wong's songs and write one seemingly endless English test paper after another. ?

I like her for so many years. After so many years, this kind of love has become a habit. I will buy her a new CD without watching any publicity, and then start the next round of waiting. Xiao said that when waiting for someone, time will become sweet and tolerable. ?

I remember a few days after Faye Wong's divorce, the Hong Kong media reported her life. Those reporters never look at the stars from a personal point of view. They only know that there is so-called circulation, so-called disclosure, but they never think about what they want others to do if they divorce themselves one day. ?

When I saw a newspaper published a photo of Faye Wong's former life in Beijing and Dou Wei, in which Faye Wong spread her hair to pour the spittoon, I almost cried. I think she is such a willing woman. After keeping a low profile for so many years, she still can't escape the trick of fate. ?

I know I can't let go of my love for her. I remember someone said that when you witnessed your favorite star from falling to getting up, when you witnessed his ordinary side and brilliant side, when you watched him from childish to mature, from shrinking to brave, you could never let go of your love for him. ?

This sentence is deeply imprinted in my mind, and I can't forget it for many years. ?

The hot sun dried up the lake, leaving a story of fish and fish. You have never been here before, but I have never left. There is a specious emotion that paints the coast dark red. The reed disappeared, and the iris was upside down in the thick clouds in the sky. There is a kind of punishment that is invisible, you know. ?

On the way, Faye Wong went to change clothes, and then started playing her VCR on the big screen. At the end of the VCR, Faye Wong suddenly said to the screen, I don't want anyone to remember me. If one day I stop singing, I hope you will forget me. ?

At that moment, it was like I was severely cut by a blunt knife, and it hurt from my toes all the way up. I looked at Gao Lei beside me, and she said she felt a little like crying. I said me too. If I listen to it again, I will really cry. ?

On the way, Gao Lei said in a taxi that she remembered that Faye Wong had been to Shanghai for a concert in her senior year, but she couldn't go because she had to take the college entrance examination. Now, after so many years, I can finally see her singing in a place that looks close to us, but far away. This feeling is really good. ?

Me, too, watching someone who has a crush on me for so many years stand in front of me, trying to say a lot but unable to shout it out. I can only wave my light stick like an ignorant fan and forget to sign the book the next day. It will be very sour for the seller. ?

After singing the last song, Faye Wong said, I'm sorry. I don't know whether it's raining or something today. I didn't play well. Please forgive me. ?

Then I recalled what she said at the beginning of the concert. It rained again today. It is really bad luck. Are you cold, my friend? A girl next to me said, yes, it rains in Singapore, too. Then she pointed to the VIP table and said, Look, there are a lot of fans flying around the world with Faye Wong. Wherever she goes, they go. To tell you the truth, I'm a little touched. I don't think they are stupid, but I feel a little distressed and cherished. It is a pleasure to have someone who likes the same thing as himself. However, some people just want to show their unique taste. When many people suddenly like what they once liked, they will belittle what they once liked, which is actually the most tasteless thing. Because when you deny that thing or that person, you also deny yourself. ?

After the crowd quickly dispersed, I stood in an increasingly empty hongkou football stadium, with a little tinnitus. The past hour or so was like a dream, and I was caught off guard by this rush. ?

Standing in the empty stands, the rain poured down. I remembered the lyrics again, "It's raining again. But for whom the sky is crying and who is crying for whom. " ?

Going out, as I expected, can't stop the car at all. Many people crowded at the entrance and exit of the gymnasium just to wait for Faye Wong's car to pass by. It's raining harder and harder, and there's no intention of stopping. With so many people standing in the rain, I can't tell you how uncomfortable I am. I want to cry. I think Faye Wong must be very happy. ?

Because there was no car that night, I walked a lot and shivered with cold all the way. The heavy rain soaked my hair and clothes, and it was outrageous that summer was as cold as winter. The rain overflowed the instep. Brush away the dust in a hurry. ?

I think tomorrow is another beautiful day. I think somewhere in this world, maybe someone likes me as much as Faye Wong. I think that's enough for me. ?

You left here singing and laughing; ?

I'm here listening, crying and leaving ...?

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Faye Wong mentioned in the film and television drama:

Dialogue between Chen Qitai and Chen Meiqi in TVB TV series Detective Investigation Archives

King-Tan Yuen said, "I also have a distant relative named Nicholas Faye Wong."

In the Hong Kong cartoon The Story of McDull,

The teacher's greatest wish is to be the second Faye Wong?

Li XiaoLu's fairy tales of youth?

Her sister said, "I'm just a rookie, or did I seal it myself?" "I wish I were Wang Fei?

Anita Yuen and Eric Kot filmed the ATV TV series "The Eyes of Ancestors Open".

His grandfather hated the Japanese, and Anita Yuen said, "What Faye Wong and Kimura filmed is still broadcast here in Hong Kong and Taiwan?

Miriam Yeung, Raymond and Chen Huishan starred in The Taste of Love?

Hua Qian is new here. When she was playing her own song, LAM Raymond asked her who sang it, unlike Faye Wong, but he said that only a few Hong Kong singers came and walked well.

Funny films of Big S, Small S, Aya and Edison Chen.

Big S said that little S studied Faye Wong in her room every day, but she thought she was really Faye Wong?

This is a funny ghost film.

Ekin Cheng, Zhang Wenci and Zhang Wenci asked him to accompany them. As a result, he said he wanted to see Faye Wong's concert, which was the last one?

In Wulin Legend, Mo Xiaobei pinched three clay figurines "Zhang Fei, Yue Fei and Faye Wong"?

In the Japanese movie Qing Yan?

Faye Wong's Chinese songs, French star Zidane's ball control, and Yugoslav director Tu Scuri Ka are all the favorite of the leading actor! ?

In the Japanese movie "The City that Never Sleeps",

There is Faye Wong's Mandarin version of "Vulnerable Women" in the car. Mirai Yamamoto said to Takeshi Kaneshiro, "This is Faye Wong, a Hong Kong singer from Beijing"?

The female singer in Everything in Zhou Lili alluded to Faye Wong. ?

In Li's Beijing-Hong Kong love affair?

Say to Li: I admire Faye Wong very much. She never hides that she is from the mainland. She gave birth to a daughter in Beijing some time ago. To this effect?

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Little sister: Who do you think I am?

Sister: Can't you see it?

Little sister: Faye Wong?

Grandpa: What country is Faye Wong from?

Grandma: Faye Wong sings?

There is also a little sister imitation show. Dao Mei said: More than 65,438,000 Faye Wong fans came this morning. Can you learn an unpopular one?

Urban men and women of Caishenning?

Jerry said he was going to see Mozart and Monet?

Tom said, Karen Mok, have you disappeared? ?

Jerry: Forget it. Do I like Faye Wong better?

A Yao's daughter-in-law is called Huang Fei in Cantonese opera A Foreign Daughter-in-law Local Lang. The screenwriter joked with A Yao: "Who do you think you are, Li?" . ?

At the end of Generation X police?

The policemen, played by Nicholas Tse, Li Cansen and Feng Delun, were invited back to the police force by their wives, who said that the Japanese princess would come to Hong Kong next month and appointed you as a bodyguard. Li Cansen turned to Nicholas Tse and said, Faye Wong? Do not you live in Beijing? When did you move to Japan? ?