Chen Qi is a very simple teenager, he came to Chang'an for one thing, to play the piano.

If anyone wants to listen, give this bomb, if everyone in the world loves to listen, play it to the people of the world, if no one wants to listen, go to the mountains and bushes, and play it to all things in the world, plants, trees, birds and beasts.

For him, the piano is his life, and playing the piano is the most important thing in his life. If the most important thing for a person is his life, then this person should be very pitiful.

Many people have been asking what is the meaning of life, in fact, life itself is meaningless, and what we should do is to spend our lives to find the meaning of our life, to find the concepts we should abide by, the principles we should adhere to, and the things we should guard.

Chen Qi is very lucky, he found what he likes and the meaning of existence at a very early age, and many people spend their lives without knowing what they live for, what they can do, who they meet and who they are with...... Therefore, even if they have more, they may not be as happy as Chen Qi.

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Of these three teenagers, one wants to become the most talented woman in Chang'an, and the other wants to become the best pianist who plays the piano, while Lu Zhu just wants to be by his sister's side.

"Fish girl, I told my story, so what are you doing today?" Chen Qi tilted his head and asked.

"Buy a fan! And write poetry! Sister, let's go! The sun is setting! Lu Zhu suddenly jumped up, holding Yu Youwei's slender hand and shaking it non-stop.

"Poetry? What poems does the fish girl want to make? Can I follow along? As soon as he heard the poem, Chen Qi seemed a little excited, and the loneliness and sadness of his piano being destroyed seemed to be a little relieved.

Yu Youwei shook her head, indicating that she didn't know either, and turned her gaze to Luzhu.

Lu Zhu tilted his head and thought, as a gust of wind came out, a piece of catkins flew to the tip of Chen Yan's nose, making him itch, and he couldn't help but shiver, it looked so funny, Lu Zhu giggled.

After laughing for a while, Lu Zhu said to Yu Youwei, "Sister, it rained last night, and Lu Zhu saw that her sister had been standing in front of the window for a long time, as if her sister had been standing in front of the window all night. Why don't you write a poem about the spring rain? ”

Lu Zhu became very happy when he said this proposal, raised his face, raised his hand to look at Xu Qing in front of him, and his body shook, like a child waiting for praise.

Chen Qi and Yu Youwei were infected by the cuteness of the green beads, as if there was a hot spring flowing in their hearts, and their faces were also smiling, this scene was really beautiful, three simple teenagers, they could think that a very simple thing would laugh from their hearts, and let the joy bloom from their hearts.

Yu Youwei closed her eyes, she began to recall last night, the rain that woke her up last night, she was sad at that time, she didn't think the rain sounded so beautiful, and she didn't think that a spring rain would bring life to Chang'an, she had a melancholy that didn't match her age.

She remembered last night's exclamation: "Xiao Xiao's stormy night, frightening dreams add to sorrow." "The rain always makes the air very humid, and there is a faint sadness in the air.

Just when Yu Youwei was out of her mind, Lu Zhu was attracted by the willow tree on the side, and where they were resting, there was an old old tree not far away. This tree must have grown here for a long, long time, by the water's edge, like an old man standing with his hands in his hands.

Time can enrich a person's experience and make a person's life wonderful, and time makes this willow tree vicissitudes, and the green of the branches makes the vicissitudes of life infinite.

The willow trees grew thick and tall, and the willow branches were very dense, and many of the branches that leaned against the river were hanging down in the water, drifting with the current, as if they were being washed by the water, and following the boats on the water, as if they were tied to the water.

Luzhu stood up and looked carefully, saw his reflection in the water, sprinkled catkins and pear blossoms floated into the water, just like wearing a pear blossom on the head of Luzhu, through the reflection in the water, Luzhu saw a lot of small fish swimming around in the water, Luzhu couldn't help but stare at the fish, looking at it and being distracted.

Yu Youwei was also stunned when she saw the figure of the green bead, she felt that the green bead in front of her was not like a green bead, but more like her mother named An Qing, would she also sigh on such a spring day, time flies, and spring is hard to stay?

The branches of the willow tree flutter with the current, like a helpless woman in the world, and like the most tender lover in the world, they desperately want to keep everything around them, want to keep the person they love, just like a willow branch tied to a passenger boat.

"The emerald color is lost on the deserted shore, and the smoke enters the distant building. Xiao Xiao's stormy night, frightening dreams add to sorrow. Yu Youwei looked at the green beads and gently chanted four lines of poetry. Yu Youwei is really smart, smart is a little terrible, but also a little pitiful, the world loves the spring rain, thinking that the spring rain moistens all things and brings vitality, but she thinks that the spring rain is tears and sorrow.

Or maybe this difference is doomed to her future end.

Chen Yan on the side did not clap his hands and praise, as if he was frozen, it was not that Yu Youwei's poems were bad, but that he was moved by Yu Youwei's poems, and he also remembered the rain last night and remembered himself in the rain......