听周云蓬唱歌,不管是那些出世或入世,浑厚高远的声音,目空一切却又怀抱现实的力量。老周就像是盲侠座头市,抱着他的吉他就像座头市抱着三弦,在弥乱的人世间云游四海,卖唱为生。倘若遇到不平之事,便会出手相助,从手杖里拔刀,将恶人快斩不待。可这乱世是那样纷繁庞大,一个人的力量摆在它的面前始终是弱小。一个武人、一把刀改变不了什么,一个歌者、一把琴同样也改变不了什么。可当我们在期望别人去改变什么的时候,为什么不先改变自己呢? Listen to Zhou Yunpeng singing, whether it is those who were born or the WTO, the lofty voice, empty-headed but embrace the power of reality. Old Week is like a blindfold Zaitou City, holding his guitar like the city of Zeta holding Sanxian, in a mess of mankind wandering the world, selling live for a living. If you encounter injustice, they will shoot help, from the cane in the sword, the wicked fast. Can be so chaotic times so huge, a person’s power placed in front of it is always weak. A martial artist, a knife can not change anything, a singer, a piano also can not change anything. But why do not we change ourselves when we expect others to change something?