A song, a melody, a string of notes. ——Inscription

The sunshine in late winter is not as warm as summer, but there are always a few bleak breezes blowing over the face, lifting the hair and fluttering in the wind. Listen, the wind is singing. It uses its flowing body to pass through the woods and across the city, with a harmonious mood, forming a melodious pop song. Close your eyes and enjoy this comfort, feeling extremely comfortable in your heart. The gray sky gradually faded away the sunlight, and I walked alone on a lonely and deserted path. In the winter of this city, the fallen leaves dance wildly, passing through the air round after round. The wind is dancing and singing again, and the leaves are its dancing partners.

I couldn't help but take out my headphones, put on some pure music, and then sat on a chair by the roadside without any worries.

The music flows slowly, flowing through every part of the body, which can relax your nerve endings, and slowly, you will sink into it.

Music can always bring back countless memories, with no beginning or end. How many deserted nights, in the empty and dark room, are exciting notes floating; how many times on the road without a partner, put on the headphones and let the melody dance...all of them are shrouded around me like a mist. It seems that only this pure music stays with me and acts as my analgesic.

Only it, music. My forever friend, never left.

A touch of sadness popped up from the bottom of my heart, and endless sadness spread throughout my body from nowhere. Ah, I think I'm in love with music, this friend who walks with me.

The memory fades and becomes blank. In a daze, I no longer know where I am. My heart is lost, and my heart is drunk with sorrow. Suddenly, a car sped past and made a sharp honking sound. I opened my eyes in shock. Fallen leaves gather on the ground, and the still silent path has not changed at all. It seems as if the sound of the car just came from the other side far away, but it is so real.

He stood up hastily and walked forward quickly. Those few pieces of music are still lingering in my ears. The wind disperses and people leave in a hurry. Unexpectedly, a teardrop fell silently from the corner of his eye.

In late winter, the singing is still there. A sigh, a little sad.