Everyone was amazed at her talent, obsessed with her music, and applauded her in the audience.
As a talented piano boy, she has been performing and running all over the world.
Her husband is also a musical genius. At first sight her husband thought she was just a frivolous musician.
She played the piano as he turned to leave, when the ecstatic music played.
Her husband turned his head. . . Yeah, how beautiful the music is and how beautiful the genius is.
The golden boy and girl. What a perfect couple.
Since the age of 5, she has been playing the piano and only plays the piano. After becoming famous, he has been performing all over the world.
She asked her husband: If I can't play the piano, will you fall in love with me?
Her husband said that if you don't play the qin, you are not you, and you cannot be separated from the qin at all.
And her brother-in-law loves her sister because she is her, the woman he loves deeply.
Willing to grow vegetables together, raise animals together, and raise children together. The days are ordinary and trivial.
She also yearns for ordinary happiness. Hope the man you love loves her just because she is her.
Even without that brilliant back in the music.
So she ran to the farm and asked to share the day with her sister, including her sister's husband.
She asked her sister: I don't want to play the piano anymore, I want to find a job and live an ordinary life.
Her sister looked at her in the dark: we know nothing. You can only play the violin, I can only play the flute.
We are all children, you know.
So, in the end, she still carried the piano on her back alone on the road.
Applause, flowers, even if it's just to play the drums and get distracted.
Because she is no longer an ordinary person.
In the empty big room, the golden dress hangs in the living room, so beautiful but lonely.
She pressed the strings desperately on the stage, and her gestures between the ups and downs were majestic and graceful.
"It would give you the world, but you have to give yourself first." Do
n't go to the top floor of a tall building, it's cold.
A woman's happiness is a long stream of water held tightly in her hand.
Because we are human beings, not gods, we actually want only those few things.
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