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Spend the weekend with music
spend the weekend with music

I am looking forward to my parents' return with all my heart, and sometimes a short bell rings, waiting for my father's guilty expectation and a cry of shame? Excuse me? In a flash, I know, sometimes it's a clean weekend. He came to me. When is this loneliness?

The leaves are gone, the bare branches are swaying with deep colors, and the water is spinning in the heavy, but the leaves can't wait for the whisper of the evening breeze, a ray of comfort, and turn into mud and protect all the flowers.

When the world leaves you a touch of loneliness, music depends on you. I am good at finding a panacea for loneliness from music. This is an innate ability. Behind the tall building is the sky that I can't touch. Before my eyes overflowing with lonely tears, it is the music that is as lonely as I am, but it has therapeutic effect.

When I press that button, I feel silent everywhere, waiting for a clear song to faint.

Like the morning dew wetting the ridge of the field, it is silent, but it contains a cool touch, and my feet swing down lightly, leaving a trail, echoing in the fields. Drill into my mind.

It seems that people are buzzing in the downtown area, accompanied by young people, stepping with youthful steps. The deep smile that has been brewing in my heart for a long time is scattered to the two-week path. In an instant, I feel that the road next to it is covered with flowers, which is the broad road to vitality and youthful blood.

When the crowd is gone, the horizon opens with a blush and reaches the lush trees, then It broke the silence at this time. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, buried by the coming night. It's like a love song sung by Romeo on the balcony for Juliet. Deep down, there is passion and beauty rippling.

At dawn, dawn, several early warblers compete for warm trees, and their new swallows are thriving like new mud. The music is mixed with bird songs. The tail of this melody slowly ends in my imagination.

I don't want to pursue it either.

In hindsight, I found that my loneliness has turned into a butterfly and sailed to the beautiful sky.