Almost midnight, the cold spring months, when the Qing, who felt the cold, his eyes catch the streets and alleys of a lighted lamp, but expel the wind in all directions, all directions of the pain?
Who is wearing a clear shadow fall on the stone road, seek a piano music?
Green mountains, water, Bibi, bridges rhyme Yiyi. Qin people a negative gown, out of the alley, but also on the bridge, but there is no continent on photo reeds.
Going around in circles, he sat down in the fountain. Gurgling of water and swayed on children, but also exceptionally lonely and swayed his shadow, he could not see, just obsessed with strings, fingers between the string Xu disease, as if the hands of the violin was the junk heading out to sea carrying their own , ecstasy to play with, a string of notes from the piano box sputter out, such as Taotao pines roar, and if the gurgling springs high rock, beautiful melodies in cold, wet, there are sweeping autumn leaves, there are Clouds Chasing the Moon and spring flowers blooming at this time ... ... He is like a crane, and out of the earth bound, whipped in between heaven and hell, between the quest in pain and joy, there is blood and tears of the complaint, but also a vision of happiness. In addition to the moving melodies of life bitter and sweet dreams, there are endless grief, people hear the heartbroken. Ragged, he looked so haggard, beautiful notes make him so rich. Finish quiet end of the piece, he raised his head, fingers still quivering gently stroked the strings, his face a loss ... ...
Like a big cloud in the wind across the group, I suddenly heard the spirits sing, I was lonely piano Bing attract endless desolation, and my heart suddenly have a "startled blackbirds moonrise, when the Ming in the spring stream" feeling, into a long silence, unfounded actually remember the bitter past, and the short of love shine: misty rain and fog or heavy snow started falling, the man all the way back and forth, just look for the tender to the phase, and then reluctantly let go, to say the moon those excruciating words, and then go our separate ways ... ... follow the sound of the piano, I could not help but look into the distance again to the empty night, want to do such a pain in the United States, until his eyes and tears, cold hands; until the urgency to want to before flying; until the dense jungle and into a depression, into the empty'm lost and desperate ... ...
This is the kind of melody it! It is full of humanity after the bitter and bitter sweet, light the loneliness and sadness in my heart, but also infinitely deep feeling comfort my soul, like a torch, so that the dark one begins to retreat, unlimited warm and encouraging the soul of every passing .
Indeed, Bing's sound is really magic sound, is sounds of nature.
If you listen, please, please do not talk about the beauty of Huishan Erquan and moonlight.
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