In the music journey, listen to a youthful dream.

Youth to me is like a daydream in a half-sleep and half-awake time on the old train.

I went to see the Chen Zhiyuan exhibition at the appointment of a friend that day, but due to the double exhibition package promotion with Beiliu's permanent exhibition "Sing Our Song - Pop Music Story Exhibition", I unexpectedly embarked on a beautiful journey.

After putting on the audio guide headset, I took the elevator. Before entering the exhibition hall, a very magnetic and familiar voice sounded in my ears. It was Li Zongsheng.

"What is pop music? I think, you should ask people's dreams." Entering the exhibition hall on the sixth floor, the big brother's quotation still reverberated in my heart, and the pop music years on the wall were accompanied by the reverberation of the radio. , take me to the next journey.

The visual and audio guides in the exhibition hall are sometimes independent, and sometimes work together. But regardless of whether the visual and auditory presentation is synchronized or not, the experience quality of a single sense is sufficiently complete. I am delighted that I have such an honor to easily walk in through technology and slowly with my ears, an ancient age that really existed, but this body was not fully involved.

My friend came late. In order to wait for him to listen to it from the beginning so that we can enjoy it together later, I decided to wait in my favorite train exhibition area, sit down and listen to the music carefully and repeatedly.

Listening to the song of the journey of life, playing it over and over, is like a dream that has been repeated many times. Seeing the rapid flashing outside the train window, the scenes of people waiting for the train, accompanied by the familiar melody that had not been reviewed for a long time, consciousness flowed into the distance.

Between the next song switching, memories are like a bicycle equipped with jet rockets, in the endless night sky, passing through thousands of thoughts in my mind. Among the thousands, there is a thin branch connecting the youthful past twenty years ago.

The boy who was only in the second grade at the time, after graduating from elementary school, in the gap between several letters and exchanges with the girl, waited for a full year and a half for the time to change before finally being able to reunite with the girl whom he had had a crush on for a long time.

Even in the eyes of girls, boys are just primary school classmates. But for the boy, the joy of seeing each other again greatly filled the boy's young soul, and the precious time spent together that afternoon was as short as a love song.

When the boy and the girl were together, they took the MRT to Taipei from Xinpu Station, which had only been open for half a year. The girl got off the bus and walked into the crowd. The boy followed closely, not only afraid of losing the girl, but also afraid of this short meeting. It will soon come to an end.

Even though the girl said it was okay, the boy still bought a platform ticket and walked into the station with the girl until he watched her take the train back home and leave. And that scene and moment were so deeply etched into the boy's mind.

About half a year later, the boy met a Japanese woman who was traveling to Taiwan on a train returning home. When the boy mustered up his courage and tried to communicate with the other party using the few Japanese words he only knew, he was lucky enough to get a Taiwanese mother-in-law who was fluent in Japanese to assist in the translation and communication, so that the boy could experience the experience firsthand in just one hour's drive The first foreign cultural exchange in my life. And that precious exchange laid the foundation for the boy to understand Japanese culture in depth in the future.

The train went away, and the music stopped abruptly, leaving only the reverberation of the whistle.

At that moment, when I thought about it, I stayed in the car in this memory, and continued to stare at that scene, silently affecting the music and images of many lives. No need to go back to reality, just indulge in this eternal dream.