Write an essay based on "Understanding of Folk Songs", do not use the Internet version

Growing up, the songs I listened to the most were of course pop songs, and I could always hum a few lines casually when I had nothing to do.

But at that time, the song that evoked deep memories in my soul was the folk song - "Weaving a Flower Basket".

For most people of the same age, this must be an unfamiliar song title. In fact, it is the same for me. If I hadn’t learned the electronic keyboard, I would not have known such a song.

But now I am a little lucky to have come across this folk song. I am grateful that it chose to meet me and let me know it and understand it until I fell in love with it. I believe this is fate.

Learning to play this folk song was quite a challenge for me a few years ago.

Its fast rhythm and numerous and dense notes made it difficult for my hands to keep up with the beat.

I practiced over and over again until my patience was worn away and I gave up like a deserter.

But within two days, I couldn't help but "consciously" start practicing again. My irresistible curiosity overcame the difficulty. I just wanted to play it with my own hands, and I just wanted to hear what it was like.

What a song.

I practiced over and over again like I was angry, from intermittent to gradually coherent, until I achieved success.

When I sat in front of the piano again and performed it easily with both hands, the joy in my heart wiped away all the fatigue of practice.

Its cheerful and bright tune flowed happily from my fingers.

"Weave, weave, weave flower baskets, weave flower baskets up to Nanshan..." I seemed to see, in that distant and simple land, a little girl wearing a floral cloth, holding a small bamboo basket, jumping and singing.

, while continuing to knit in his hands, he walked towards me happily.

On her face, I saw a smile I had not seen for a long time. It was the purest and most innocent smile that had not been contaminated by the secular world, which deeply touched people's hearts.

This is "Weaving a Flower Basket", which exudes rare liveliness and joy. It obviously does not have fashionable lyrics or a strong and dynamic rhythm, but I just fell in love with it.

I never meant to remember it, but I never forgot it either.

I trust my instincts, and that’s what makes folk music what I like.