The ideal is to leave home.

-Netease Cloud Music Zhao Lei's "Ideal" Hot Review

The first time I heard Zhao Lei, it was his painting.

He painted everything he wanted on the scroll, the moon in the night sky above him, the big windows and big beds of his deserted house, beautiful girls and warm firewood. ...

If the moon is ideal, the big window and big bed are full of food and clothing, and the girl firewood is a happy life.

Actually, I really want to laugh when I hear this.

Because I am wondering to what extent this person is down and out, he will have the idea of writing this song and want to draw these seemingly simple and ordinary things.

Obviously, everything he wants to draw is something he doesn't have.

"I didn't erase the eraser of the quarrel, only a pen with loneliness written on it. The moon in the night sky is no longer bright, only a melancholy child is singing and drawing a moon for the lonely night sky. 」

This is Zhao Lei,

A folk singer who once had nothing but ideals.

Zhao Lei's ideal sang the hardships of countless people.

In the comments of Netease Cloud Music, countless people are sad.

"The ideal is to leave home. 」

Simple, straightforward and bloody.

We all have ideals, without exception.

In the composition book of Chinese class, in the results of school exams, and in the agreement with friends.

My best friend when I was a student failed in the college entrance examination and went to 985 in the northeast far from home.

I remember very clearly that for a long time, her signature was "a person who went to the west for no reason."

Whenever there is a contradiction between ideal and hometown, the latter always sacrifices itself.

Wu Yingqi said that since then, my hometown has only winter and summer, but there is no spring and autumn.

I'm in Beijing and I'm from Xiamen. My university is in Shandong and my home is in Jiangxi.

After the college entrance examination, I also left my hometown for my ideal. Although I always go home four times a year, I still get together with my parents less and leave more.

"There is no hot rice here, only naked swimming trunks. 」

It was my first winter in Shandong. I can't get used to school meals. It's much colder than in the south. The trees on both sides of the road lost all their leaves early. On the way to the canteen, I opened my mobile phone memo and wrote this sentence.

Later, every winter, I can't help but think of this sentence. Although that winter has passed for a long time, my yearning for my hometown and fatigue in strange cities are still unabated, year after year.

People's nostalgia can easily become a burden, a burden of growth and an obstacle to progress. But often this nostalgia is innate and people can't give up.

For most people, the ideal is far away, not in their hometown, so they should leave their hometown.

I used to think that where there is me, there will be home, but the fact is that my hometown is the root of people. Without roots, I wander around.

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