In fact, there are people who don't believe in love, but there will always be people who really understand the true meaning of love, but are alone in helplessness. Love, it is too far away from us, and it is also our body temperature that is always warm or not warm our own hearts. Loving someone is for his good, even if it hurts himself, there is nothing he can do. Love is really a beautiful feeling that cannot be selfish.

Maybe a person has done a lot of ridiculous things, he may never admit that he is a single-minded person, he may not think that he will fall in love with someone fanatically, he even thinks that in this day and age, love is worth a dime, but when he finally finds out that he is in love with someone one day, he will be desperate. Even if it is not for the sake of the loved ones, it is enough to give up so many and so many beautiful things that were once impossible to lose for the sake of others.

When those of us who were children not long ago suddenly fall in love with someone else, these children who have always come by nature, children who are spoiled by their parents, once they fall in love with someone, they are really tempted, and they really don't want to be separated from them, even a minute of separation, I can't bear it.

Our generation is very confused and excessive, but sometimes it is not as ignorant and pathetic as many people say, and has no spirit. But in this world of flowers, in this impetuous social environment, we occasionally get lost, and we can't help ourselves, is this worth criticizing?

It's not that we like publicity, but society needs publicity, everyone needs publicity, and there is no way to live without publicity.

Therefore, the love of our little girls is not ignorant and naïve, and the love of young women is not only mature and hot.

My love is often a little bit slim. Because you're busy, you don't have time to be with me. I know all of this, because, actually, I don't have time to see you. I consider myself a good boy and run every day for my studies and for my future. Still, I can't help but think about you. I don't want to delay the time I belong to studying now, not at all. However, how can we control our already overflowing feelings?!

After a while, the leaves will fall, and the lonely autumn day will come to us quietly.

The breeze mixed with the sun gently blew through my clothes, everything in this world seems to have completely disowned me, my world, only you and my parents, a few friends I have been missing.

Sometimes, I will scold myself for not being angry, however, I would rather be said by my own heart to be uncompetitive than to think without being angry.

Every minute, every second, you always seem to be by my side, quietly there, looking at me and smiling.

How am I going to love you?! I wish someone had taught me how to love. I don't seem to need anyone to teach me, because I don't think there's ever been a love that's so beautiful. I still call you brother as before, and you only call me sister, and I sometimes feel that we are brother and sister, in a big, unloved world, like little hedgehogs in winter, comforting each other.

In the world of love, neither you nor I will hide.

You were the first person I fell in love with as an adult. When I fell in love with you, I became very low, very low. I do not look to you, nor do I want you to give me all my pleasures. But if you give me a little love, I will be happier. I'm the same with you.

The sandy beach by the sea does not leave a sad mark.

The long-lost sound of firecrackers sounded outside the window, and it didn't stop for a long time.

The melody that has been heard countless times is especially beautiful at this time.

When I pray, half of it is for you.

Once, I didn't think that I would love someone and love so beautifully.

Love is a beauty like no other.

In my heart, I need your love.

But even if you don't give me a little love, I love you willingly.

Because of you, and love you. Because my heart is beating, I love you.

Bring all my love to you, my heart to you. I can also feel your love and your heart.

Every night, I go to sleep thinking about you, and every morning, I wake up thinking about you. My love, so humble, so small, so secret.

After reading it, she read another essay called "A Woman I Love".

Every erhu is a woman. Yes, the erhu is the embodiment of a woman. Don't you believe it? Listen to me, my dear friend, and don't leave here all at once. I want to tell you that the erhu is the most beautiful woman, and if you stay and listen to me speak in her place, you will be moved by her. She will thank you too.

The erhu is as graceful as her voice, but it is definitely not the kind of grievance that most people imagine.

Grievance is to stretch out your hands with pleading eyes to make others pitiful, and graceful is at best lyrical. There is always someone who can read the unique emotion she expresses.

She was waiting for this one who admired her. If the person is a woman, the erhu will see her as a close friend, and if the person is a man, the erhu will see her as a lover.

But, they are all bosom friends. This is a true bosom friend.

Erhu, she is unique because she is completely different from other musical instruments. Even the violin, which is often compared to her, is decidedly different.

The violin is a delicate princess. She needed someone to lift her up, she couldn't stand upright, maybe she was pampered in the palace, she was always leaning on people's shoulders, singing sweet songs. The song sings sweetly, but those who listen to her often have pain all over their bodies. She could only stand and listen, otherwise she wouldn't have made such a beautiful sound.

Once upon a time, the beauty and sorrow of the erhu have become a part of my life.

When the world is asleep in the middle of the night, I can't help but sit down and listen to the low or melancholy notes of mourning coming from my fingers.

With the addition of an erhu and a short pencil, the voice is even deeper. Just so that this quiet night doesn't sleep because of me.

The woman with pear blossoms and rain sat by the dressing mirror, raised her jade fingers, and gently dropped the strings. Even if it is a country and a city, you can never forget your innate nature and destined fate.

When lonely, who chooses to vent violently, and who chooses to cry and cry.

The moonlight pouring into the screen window, leaning on the erhu's side, the moonlight, and the afterimage.

The love that can't be broken, the intention that keeps pulling.

Endless catkins flying.

It is difficult to collect the water, it is difficult to round the broken mirror, and the lonely goose flies alone.

So, in the silent night, I played a song that no one could understand, and gave myself a beautiful dream alone.

Erhu sits quietly next to the person she loves, she doesn't give people a little pressure, the person she loves sits, she sits too. The person she loved stood, and she stood. She appears to be chatting with a close friend. Together, they guard a secret.

Erhu likes to listen to her best friends tell her emotional stories, and she is always the best listener. Her friend cried, she choked, her friend laughed, she sang. Or, she will shyly sit on the legs of the man she wants to lean on for life and embrace the person she is attached to.

This person must really love her and love her to the extreme. They will be together for the rest of their lives. Otherwise, she wouldn't have shown everything about herself to him. He always picked her up quietly and silently, touched her strings with his not soft hands, gently held her hand, and every time he came out of the bow, it was like dancing a graceful waltz.

Maybe she had a piano next to her. Over the years, she has played "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" with the piano many times. The piano is undoubtedly majestic and proud. He looks down on all things, and he is high above. he

It's hard, the body is tough, the keys are hard, and the strings in the heart are so thick and long, it's a heart that is not easy to hurt. And Erhu, if you treat her roughly, once, her heartstrings will be broken.

The wound can be healed, but it always hurts. However, she is stronger than the piano, which is something you can't imagine. The piano is not easy to break, but once it is broken, the trauma is huge, and it is almost impossible to get better.

Erhu, as long as she knows that you love her, she won't be angry with you, even if you inadvertently caused her so much harm, she is still smiling and waiting for you to pick up new strings for her, and she also comforts you, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt at all, don't believe it, you let me sing a perfect song again!" "You wanted to cry, but you laughed anyway. You know.

Erhu is the most perfect lover.

She knows that when she is with a rich man, she is often quickly left out, so she doesn't value the other party's money, she only loves that heart. She loved the blind Ah Bing, and after loving her whole life, Ah Bing left, and she closed her eyes.

Many people thought she was grieving because she had followed such a poor person. The people she loved took her to perform on the streets, so some people thought she was pretending to be pitiful, she was shameful, and she was a beggar who wagged her tail.

However, in her heart, she never thought that the person she loved was of inferior status, and she never despised herself. She only knows that if she loves, she must work together, and she is sweet, because of her, the person she loves is no longer lonely and hungry. Because of him, he played the most beautiful music in the world. They talk to each other and understand each other. Support each other and go through a short and infinitely beautiful life.

Guzheng has never been willing to wronged himself. She wants to follow someone who has money, even if it's a friend, and has some money. She loves those high-end fake nails that arc her body. People love her.

Say she is beautiful, say she is elegant, say she is noble, say she can comfort people's hearts. She gets all the compliments, and her utilitarian heart under a gorgeous long dress is not seen.

She stole all the reputation that belongs to the erhu. She ruthlessly and without guilt took away the flashy rhetoric. She thinks that she is the queen of the national musical instrument. There is no emperor.

The harmonica was still a child, and he laughed heartily in a child's voice. Trumpet is a rebellious boy who is restless and wants his voice to be heard. The flute is an adolescent girl with a high heart, she is quiet on the outside, but her heart has long since flown away from her place. Sachs is a middle-aged man with a hoarse voice. And the flute and cello are old.

Erhu is what I love.