When I read this, Kang Lok Le couldn't help but feel a wave of mixed feelings welling up in his heart. In the world of classical music in the land of projectiles, the achievement of a genius comes at the cost of the broken wings and shattering of the dreams of countless people.

The price of being baptized in the spotlight of flowers, applause, is isolation, jealousy, and even hatred.

The height is unbearable, and if you stumble, you will inevitably be treated as a water dog, and people can be bullied. Rather than being doomed to be ostracized by the crowd, it is better to draw a line with ordinary people as soon as possible.

Although he has been rejecting people since he was a child, behind the seemingly annoying arrogant statue of the king of the world, there is no shortage of a sensitive teenager who has an early insight into the hot and cold world, and instinctively protects himself.

It is true that this confetti was an unexpected surprise to him, but it was especially impossible to match these three simple and straightforward words: "Thank you!

It took a while for my heart to turn back to me, and I continued to look down. is still a stranger, talking about his past performances, but all of them are vivid, as if they were yesterday.

They either encouraged him or reminisced about the past, and all spoke freely about him, as if they had known him for many years.

There was no barrier to the sound of "To the well-being:", as if he had been a part of their life and even life for a long time.

He pieced together and read slowly, unconsciously feeling that the initial disgust had vanished without a trace. So much so that when the last piece of paper came into view, he almost didn't want to finish it, so he didn't read it.

If it weren't for the familiar handwriting and the familiar calloused title: "Grandma:" made him a little curious.

In view of the fact that these two or two goods have never been able to spit out ivory from their mouths, Kang Lele reflexively did some psychological construction before looking down.

"Grandma: Mozart said that musicians who have never wandered the world are unfortunate. Music is a wandering that doesn't know where the road is.

But if there is an opponent, although you will feel all kinds of envy and jealousy because you can't surpass it, you won't lose your way again.

And what we have is not an opponent, not even a strong enemy, but a true hero who is invincible!

Thank you, Grandma, for always guiding us like the Big Dipper. PS: I will still point to you to shine and brighten the future, so you can continue to spill and sell all kinds of spills to find death and life, that is, don't put off the fire!

┏┏ This tribute to our four knees ┓┓"