Her violin is great.

She always practices here.

I heard that this was originally a battlefield.

A lot of people have died.

Is there a war, of course there will be deaths.

The sound of the violin is beautiful.

The willow branches swayed gently in the wind.

Even it was intoxicated.

She hadn't been practicing there for a while.

She came to the Conservatory of Music.

It's been a long time.

Because I can't afford to go to a professional classroom to practice. She can only go there. She wants back

Home.

Because the examiner who gave her the exam made a request.

I hope she can be his confidante.

The kind on the bed.

She refused.

Just as she was leaving.

The examiner called her.

On the phone, he made a profound review.

And it is guaranteed that she will be admitted.

She hung up the phone.

I pinched my face. Hurt.

Not a dream.

She went there to practice again.

"Sister, how did you talk to that person."

A young man in armor asked.

"I just told him I wanted this girl to be accepted."

A beautiful woman replied.

"And he agreed?"

"No, so I found a few people who were miserable to make a portrait."

"I can't cure him, my wife has been dead in vain for hundreds of years."

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