The night gradually deepened, and the wind also lived, but the people did not sleep.
This piano solo song "Cloud River" deeply touched me, so gentle, how ironed, just like the spring breeze of the past few days, evoking soft memories in the heart, the past is like a morning fog that gradually dissipates, gradually clear.
I seemed to think a lot, and I didn't seem to think about anything, just gently immersed, like immersed in warm spring water, and almost fell into a deep sleep.
But I was reluctant to go to sleep, I was afraid that this wonderful sound like the sound of the spring water dinging piano disappeared, and suddenly I thought, in recent years, many of my emotions and warmth or sadness have been dedicated to all kinds of music, or it is more accurate to say that all kinds of beautiful music have given me a lot of emotions, warmth or sadness, sometimes it will be moved to almost tears, the reason why humans are better than animals is probably music, straight into people's hearts, infinite happiness, is the sadness of it is also happy.
Maybe God has opened this window for me, so that I, a rude person, can feel the beauty and delicacy of music.
Just like me at this time, swimming in the gentle piano ocean, forgetting everything, the cloud river, the cloud river, the piano flows like water, the ding-dong is like a clear spring stone, the moonlight is like water covering the earth, but also like a light veil draped over the trees, the water, the stream, a gentle, gentle people want to cry, touching people grateful for this wonderful and gentle piano sound.
I remembered Teresa's affectionate, gentle, rounded singing voice, remembered her apple-like round smile, but in an instant I remembered her bumpy fate of red face and thin life, silently sad for her.
Such a beautiful, kind, beautiful woman, and an angelic voice, how much God could bear to let her suffer in the world.
At this moment, I remembered that Miss Deng, after losing her lover, tearfully sang the song "Goodbye, My Lover", and I was also in tears at that time.
Time is too hurried, like a blink of an eye, but also like a rush of light flowing through the fingers, always full of regret and sadness, but we keep going to aging step by step...
But it is getting more and more difficult, just like climbing the last peak of life before you can fly down, will be the top, overlook the mountains and fly!
The sound of the piano is intoxicating, the tinkling spring water rushes all the way down, and we are like duckweed, never able to be autonomous.
Yunhe Ah Yunhe, where are you?