Upper part of my youth was spent in the cello sound. Lower half of youth, I am doomed to continue in the cello sound.
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From Hebei's largest classroom, I was transferred to the city's second largest music classroom, the curriculum is still talking about the history of Western music part-time music appreciation and music theory. It's great to leave the classroom the first autumn. I believe in fate, they always magically declare an enigmatic strange, at some point at you open a little joke, but it is only fate open only afford to joke, it comes, you Almost at a loss flawless, I do not know is happy or sad, but I am convinced that the fate of the god of the sky above his head when laughing, is my own tears when it smile more brilliant, I have more pain Such is Life.
So the fate of the people mentioned in the irresistible, it's uncertainty about means and provocative, sad when it might pop up to help you erase the tears; joy when it pop up at you out loud reminder of some deeply buried in the bones pain, teach people to remember that there have to be more pain and more pain, then let the emotion go 〇 classified security lonely and silent. Those years I have caught the collective and the crowd must be silent, such as iron heart like a stone, he was outside all the noise Luanli I sighed. To the disposition and deep down the fear, I choose celibacy. Shield all emotional distress, I am in a foreign land is the only way to protect themselves. So many of those years I was alone all night to sit through, as if every night I could Zuohua away at any time, my bones, full of security lonely.
Or, I own integrity to the music, think of those voice over and over again the past, at the moment and the future, including the moment many years later. My spiritual preparation, not enough go into from the reality of the good life, I always like turbulence, floating variable, the first music from the great room left, and left the impression that I was British colleagues Portland - South, also does not matter a lot of trouble. For his psychological weakness, out of the music is not so sure before the big room, some people I mentioned, I just did not care; in the next spring, I have very accurate cracked the secret that belongs to me, also started and the secret husbandry, reject all emotional. I do not know how long those days can stick can still stick down. While the recollection of them has a little pain, but you see, I was that I, just a little more mature.
I am a music major in the classroom when teaching my colleagues know, give him a nickname: Prokofiev - (former Soviet composer, pianist.) I discovered by accident that they look the same, if not every day crossing the long, straight path, and passing on both sides of the field and rustic plant, I believe that they stand on foreign land and meet a stranger. He has a slender nose, sunken eyes, wearing a white glasses, it would not be very short-sighted, which made his face create more lively, head of dark hair draped over his shoulders and in great shape, slender legs , slender fingers, tapered fingers, distance, looking very refined look almost like a gentleman, speaking of the Speed Manyou You, like any thought to how you say, say, the other wanted to hear In this way, thoughtful temperament has attracted many female colleagues and the outside world girl, and, his eyes fathomless deep down, like a blue lake Wang.
Sometimes, I feel he too jokes gaze in silence seems to cry, laugh and scoff at many times after the stop and I feel a bit ashamed. Of love in me what, if not really understand before, Prokofiev more than once referred to my music and other artistic works in the lack of a certain kind of content, he tried to speak gently, love the words, but always see me about to break out of the anger and the theme this disconnect.
The spring of that year, until summer, until fall, I forgot how to spend, and they way I was so prosaic, or is so boring, I left the South in the fall is the absolute silence in the numbness and I can see that my silence, silent as she remembers the moment like iron. When the music slowly forget the experience of a large classroom with the South, the impression, it is already early summer next year, early summer, I and the office staff's big classroom, "Prokofiev" meet as scheduled.
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