Listen to the sorrow that flows

Music has a story, just like we listen to music. If it can resonate, it must be the music that infects our thoughts and emotions.

Some melodies, although sad, can calm the panic. Gray tones,

But I was inexplicably moved. When I can't cry, I need music like this to catalyze,

I just snuggled up in the corner, quietly hugging my knees, listening to the sorrow that flowed, looking at my world with my eyes open.

Although I was very sad at first, I didn't want to say a word, but I felt the peace brought by the cleansing of my soul, and I slowly became relieved, my breathing turned from rapid to soothing, and my chaotic thoughts began to gradually become clear.

All sorrow is a process of precipitating the soul, and all the piano music I play is a kind of affectionate release.

Those sad melodies can always make me find resonance, it is so ethereal, like a light veil covering my tired heart.

A person, accompanied by music, every note, kisses the wounded heart, lets the tears slide down my face, falls at my feet, slowly, slowly disappears, disappears, disappears...... - Wen Jing 1961

...... It's a dark arena.

Under the spotlight, the young man's black and white Hanfu swings without wind, and the sad "chaotic red" flows melodiously from the turquoise flute in his hand.

There was silence in the darkness all around, and the ethereal flute seemed to tell a melody that lingered in sorrow and kept resounding.

poured out * out of the confusion and melancholy in the young man's heart, the music style of the outside and the melancholy inside, long and sorrowful; the young man's flute sound is tactful, I don't know when there is an extra piano behind the young man,

The fingers of the woman who couldn't see her face clearly moved smartly, as if beating her heart, and the delicate sound of the piano was intertwined with the sad flute in the dim light,

It depicts a picture of falling leaves swirling lightly, flying flowers in the sky of autumn artistic conception, making people feel as if they are in a quiet deep valley, falling leaves all over the ground, flying flowers all over the sky, people can't help but feel sad.

It was as if he was listening to a woman who had passed away telling about her soft intestines, so that the listener had to sigh that Shaohua was fleeting, and her relatives were floating away......

The sound of the flute has stopped, the sound of the piano continues, looking at the sound of the piano that silently accompanies him At this time,

The sorrow in the young man's heart seemed to gradually calm down, and the young man murmured: "Tell me,

Don't be sad? It turns out that you have been ...... all along.

The young man seemed to be sentimental and hesitant.

But he hung the turquoise flute into the wide sleeves of his coat,

Singing softly to the sound of the piano: I was a carefree white fox in the valley, one day, a girl took me away from the valley and took me to the city,

I was scared, hesitant, but her smile never led me to despair / The sound of the piano soothed;

But one day a man came from afar, and he snatched me out of the girl's arms roughly.

and threw into the ruins, and the maiden was silent, and I finally lost the meaning of my existence here/ The sound of the piano stopped, and then it seemed to tremble, and there was silence in the darkness;

The pouring rain fell into the world,

soaked my silver hair,

I whimpered in the ruins,

Waiting for the end to come/The heavy sound of the piano is like a heavy rain, and the dark seems to sound a dense oppressive sob;

Just when I finally couldn't hold the heavy eyelids, I seemed to vaguely see a fiery red figure,

What a warm feeling, is it the sun?/ The sound of the piano is soft, as if he can't bear to wake up the white fox and let him see the ruins of despair again,

The sobbing gradually subsided in the darkness, and the thick darkness seemed to reveal the expectation of the dawn;

Afterward......

The young man's voice gradually fell silent, as if he was far away with the fiery red figure,

There was a light in the sky......

The darkness was unwilling to retreat under the gradually stronger light, and the venue that had been silent for a long time finally erupted in thunderous applause.

Looking at the black and white figure on the stage that seems to be still immersed in memories,

A fiery red figure hugged him into his arms behind him, wiped away the tears from the corners of the young man's eyes, and rubbed the young man's long silky hair.

smiled at the boy, took the boy's hand and bowed deeply to the audience...

The applause from the audience became more and more enthusiastic......

I'm crying, I really want to hug him and comfort him~ yes, yes, I want to comfort him too,

But I'm really jealous that the woman can rub his head, how can he ......

Qin Yuyu in the audience listened to the jealous words of several girls in her ears

Looking at the young man who was embraced by the fiery red figure, he muttered: Sixteen, you are also the meaning of my existence,

So I'm willing to do everything I can to guard your innocent smile......

Behind the stage, looking at the warm atmosphere at the front desk, "Mr. Wu", who was standing at the pinnacle of his life, clenched his fists and trembled: Success, success!

The crowd behind him was also excited: it was sixteen, it was really a gorgeous performance, and even we were moved.

But why do I think "Sister Lian" seems to be crying too......