Music

Whose flute and the piano are so melodious and melodious. The flute goes through the blockade of winter and blows the willows along the river. The beautiful sound of the piano accompanied by the spring breeze blows down the cold snow of the river. The children after school chase and play by the river, releasing the joy of childhood. A couple stepped on the sunset at dusk, whispering sometimes, laughing sometimes, enjoying the breath of spring. Anglers along the river caught a river of spring water with patience. The Wild Geese returning from the North flew across the blue sky, waking up the memory of spring. It was spring that misread the information of winter, or …… the slowly flowing music in the computer woke up the shallow dream, and the song searching for the dream had disappeared. The sound of Xiao and the music still echoed in my ears. Maybe the jumping notes touched the memory of spring, or maybe it was just a dream passing through time. The music flowing continuously in the computer is just to bury the loneliness in the heart. When in a good mood, I like listening to the piano music of banderay and Richard Clayman. I don’t know when I like listening to beautiful piano music, but I can’t understand it when I first touch it. I just like that kind of feeling. I gradually understand the feeling of calm, and it is another feeling to close my eyes and listen quietly, there was a flute in a trance. I knew it was an ancient dream. The soft piano brought me into the artistic conception. I know in my heart that I just don’t want to wake up. I like to be intoxicated in the artistic conception, forgetting myself and the dust. When you are upset, try to use cheerful songs to eliminate the irritation in your heart, but you will be more upset. Sad songs will have unexpected effects. The songs of Zhao Zhen, Zheng Yuan and huanzi became my favorite. Listening and listening, my heart gradually calmed down, and my troubles gradually drifted away with the beautiful voice. The classic old songs accompany me to grow up, and I like those familiar rhythms, but there are too many troubles, helplessness and sadness in the years of growing up. Every old song is an unforgettable memory. I don’t want to think of that sad past again, so I store the old song deep in my soul. I occasionally think of it when I am lonely and taste the loneliness of life alone. I like music and artistic conception in music…… Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…