Music touched my soul

The afterglow of the setting sun reflected the piano by the window, and the black and white keys composed the melodious melody of the sunset. The song ended perfectly.

I stroked the keys with my hands, as if stroking its life. The red blood flows in my body, so peaceful and indifferent. Its sadness, happiness, touching and humor made my emotions rise and fall. I feel its sadness, I feel its happiness, and everything about it. Its sadness and happiness flow in my blood. It touches my heart all the time, making it more and more peaceful. .

I remember when I was a child, I went to learn guzheng. The clanking sound of the strings lingered in my heart. I would stay up very late every time I practiced, and sometimes my hands would get blisters, but I still kept practicing. Every night, when the stars fall, the sound of strings seems to take my soul back to ancient times. With the gauze and silk and the dim lights, I feel like I am sitting under the pavilion with the ancients, chatting, pouring a glass of wine, and feeling Watching it slowly penetrate into my throat...

When I grew up, I started to learn piano. The black and white keys, the black and white world, made me feel the depth and unique grace of the piano. Although my slender fingers cannot compose the exciting "Destiny", the sadness and lightness of "Wedding in a Dream" slowly penetrate into my body, and the nameless sadness and faint sadness are all lingering around me. In my heart, it touches my soul and my heart becomes soft.

Night fell, darkness enveloped the earth, and the few stars were obscured by thick clouds. In such a night, I opened the cover of the piano and placed my fingers on the keys. The melodious music slowly flowed from my fingers, riding the mist in the night to the horizon and passing through the night sky. At some point, the moon emerged from the clouds and the stars shrouded the night sky, and everything returned to normal. But in the namelessness, there are more soft thoughts. Music touched my soul, and my heart went up and down accordingly.

Perhaps the continuous drizzle can compose a brisk tune, and the sunset can compose a gentle tune, but what I love most is the faint sadness composed by the black and white piano keys...