“The Street Where Wind Lives” is a refreshing dialogue between the erhu and the piano. On the whole, the application of the erhu makes the piano a little redundant, or the erhu itself has more appeal than the piano, and the heavy sadness of the erhu surpasses the piano’s Romance, the perfect combination of piano and erhu is like the whispers of a pair of lovers whispering in the ears of the audience, talking to each other and expressing their love to each other, but the tones of the two instruments will never overlap, but chase like butterflies, as if Two lovers who can never be together.
The flower of love is dazzling and dazzling, but the couple in the street where the wind lives, will end before it officially begins, making the audience sigh with embarrassment. As the years go by, they grow old. However, the fiery love is still quietly waiting for the person’s return. The lovers in the song have never heard from each other for the rest of their lives. The whole piece, movement and stillness, gentle and low-pitched, staggered, like two lovers, admiring each other and thinking about each other, but they are one in Jiangnan and the other in Saibei. There are thousands of mountains and rivers, thousands of smoke and rain, and we can only see each other from a distance through the dust of the years. How much affection, how much melancholy, without thinking, since it is unforgettable.
Every time I hear this song, I feel so sad and sad, how many people envy the free and unrestrained wind, but forget that it can only drift with fate, just like the lovers caught in the vortex of love in the song, who have tasted the poignant beauty of love, but can’t. Keep your loved one. Can only be like the wind, drifting around, but can never stay. The street quietly waited for the wind. But the wind can’t be kept, the streets are so bustling, but the wind can only stay for a short time. Late at night, the street is silently waiting for the return of the wind, but it will not resent the wandering of the wind, because it knows that the wind can’t decide its own destiny, just like the lover who is caught in endless waiting in the song, forever guarding but not knowing the return date.