Like Jascha Heifetz, many people say that he is an emotionless violin machine, just stacked up with skills, but Lao Tzu loves this handsome man to slap his face with strength, and the corners of his mouth are always slightly hooked without losing his dignity, I really can't stop.

When I have insomnia, I always listen to some messy loud music, and turn up the loud volume to the maximum to fill the gaps in my head, and my head is groggy at that time, and the whole person is fluttering and thinking.

Although Jascha Heifetz's rhythm is mostly on the fast side, I don't know why this fast rhythm makes me exceptionally calm, and can soothe my temper to a considerable extent, as if the bad mood has been chased away by the notes.

So today, it's Chaconne to code words. I fell asleep at half past two last night, I went to bed early, I got up in the morning to clean up, drove my grandmother to the hospital to see the disease, set off at eight o'clock, met a car accident on the way, and got my grandmother and second aunt at nine o'clock, tossed a morning, fortunately the old lady was not in good health, the old man said that he was not clear about his physical condition, only said that he vomited blood and scared people half to death, and the doctor found out that it was nasal bleeding, and the blood flowed into the throat and spit out, so that he was relieved.

I went to eat near the hospital at noon, and I had a quarrel with my second aunt after dinner, and the weak kinship is not without reason, and there are few reasonable people in this family, maybe they are reasonable, but they are talking about their selfish reasoning, and it is not easy to popularize Comrade Xu to me along the way, saying that all kinds of situations in my family, I don't know that she thinks she is a roundworm in my family, and I don't want to argue with her, repeat again and again, don't tell me again, until it comes to my old mother, a sentence' In addition to being emotionally sorry for your mother, your mother is not sorry', my dad is her own brother, she feels sorry for me to understand, but my dad is my own father, my mom is also my own mother, the palms of the hands and the backs of the hands are all meat, but where are people not selfish, I prefer the mother in the palm of my hand, so this is more embarrassing, to say that although my temper has changed a lot, but the cultivation is still not enough, three or two sentences angered her, I haven't seen others angry after I was provoked by the ridiculous look of thunder.

She rolled up her sleeves and prepared to exercise the right of a second aunt to discipline me for my father, I just stood there and watched her smile, after all, I was still young, and I had only been cultivating myself for half a year, thinking in my heart: Hurry up, it happens to be at the door of the hospital, how convenient.

What was more unfortunate was that the grandmother stood in the middle and grabbed her. It's a pity, an unfilial son like me, who has fought with my own father, doesn't mind offending a second aunt who hasn't eaten two or two meters from her house.

Sent them home, it was a forty-minute drive home, on the sofa, I saw the news in the family group on the mobile phone, Lao Xu created his filial image in the group, and disgusted that I didn't send my grandmother to the hospital at nine o'clock, my mood can not fight or be angry, what does this mean, it shows that self-cultivation is effective, I am a little more powerful on this vast road of life, and I can support more in the face of difficulties in the future, as for being strong, the ghost knows what it means to be strong, this breath is all dependent on death until now.

At this point, Mr. Page called, remembering that I am not walking alone on the road of life now, I have more faith, and all the dead support now is for a better life in the future.

It's nice that I still have my old mother and Mr. Page.