In such a world, you will use your wonderful imagination now to weave the golden dreams you once had when you were a child; you will forget all the unpleasantness in life and let the gentle breeze caress you; You will change your past silence and feel your blood boiling; because this world has music, it composes your perfect love; it records everything about you; it gently stirs your heart when you are sad. Heartstrings; it gives you the strength to move forward when you are confused; it accompanies you to grow all the way... (The number of words seems not enough, I'm sorry, I can only write so much), there is another article, you Look, looking back, there is always an indelible shadow in my memory. Sometimes, tears blur my vision and lengthen this figure. She would wipe my tears gently and help me regain my confidence in myself. She has been with me since childhood and grew up with me.

Who is she? What does she look like? In my memory, she does not have a graceful figure, exquisite facial features, or that kind of blank and seductive eyes that are as blurry as flowers. All I know is that she is as kind as water, as gentle as a willow tree, as simple as a willow tree, as simple as a transparent one, and so considerate that she can soothe the deepest pain in her heart.

She

does not have a gorgeous and graceful appearance, and of course, I cannot capture it either. Because she is like water, able to accept anything and wrap it up without leaving any gaps; she is like clouds, obeying the will of the wind no matter where it floats. She is really everywhere, as long as I feel it with my heart.

When I was little, I drew a portrait of her with watercolor pens for her to see. She smiled as she stroked my childish head. Maybe that was the only time, in her smile, her eyes actually shone brightly. At that time, she was also so petite, but her eyes were so special, so special

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Now, she has grown up. Goodbye, she has become graceful and graceful. But as she gradually matured, although she had a delicate silhouette, she still retained her clarity. Still so innocent, so innocent. When he spoke, his voice had lost its original tenderness and became as crisp and sweet as a silver bell.

However, that vague and faint figure will always be engraved in my memory. Yes, with the advancement of art, she has been modified to be graceful and beautiful. But she has not changed her unique simplicity and unique connotation. This is exactly what is hidden in music - her