Recently more and more do not want to write things, life is nothing new worth writing down, worth writing down will soon forget, very numb a feeling is not it?
Listening to the "Painted Heart", that tune is really good for erhu playing, talking about erhu, there is an inexplicable sadness against the river. For the bowed string music of the feelings of the unspeakable, I really like the feeling of fingers sliding on the strings, real, from the lowest tone, the whole world is mine, all the ascending and descending a can not escape. Not so much keyboards and wind instruments, where every note is fixed, not free at all. In the world of bowed string music, you can do whatever kind of slide you want to do, no restrictions.
When I'm lonely, the strings can give me a sense of security, just touch the taut strings and feel that everything is there. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do that. When can I get it back? When will I be able to play a piece of music with a peaceful heart? I haven't felt this way for many years. Every time the bow rubs against the strings, my heart trembles, I feel uncertain, and I can't finish each note without any distraction, something seems to be missing. I recorded a piece many years ago, and although I didn't play it well, I could feel my own spontaneity, throwing each note into the air without fear. It's been a long time since I've played again, and it seems like I'd like to think of everything as a fond memory, and not have the courage to face my own trembling tone.
In the end lost what ...... I am looking for and what ......
Have been very little in the blog or space to write mood, in fact, at one time was so addicted to the most subtle feelings are written down. There is such a sentence: "The world is complicated, some people like to ask why, ask or not ask how, the sun rises, the moon falls, the stars shift, the day is always going to be
"Once I was a child who likes to ask why, and in the end, all the questions are turned into a bubble, not yet, so everything is letting the people so I'm not going to be able to do that.
Life is like this, so people can not catch, we always keep wandering, keep floating, keep in the good times and the plight of the friction ......
Recently busy, it seems to be a tightrope walker acrobats, but also a novice ... ... ...
Do you believe in fate?
I believe!
OK?