“My body is a bit heavy, and my lost little emotions are like mosquitoes that cannot be driven away. They fly around me in the twilight, and the moisture that comes up from my heart stops in my eyelashes.”. I’ll open “Song From A Secret Garden” again
The keys of the piano are extremely light and shallow, as if floating over from a distant time and space, skimming a sea of rosy clouds. The gorgeous and passionate passages have been edited into the sky, bringing only a touch of purity and desolation in the streamer after the bustling sunset, casually sprinkling the petals of hibiscus trees. Then, the music of the violin sounded, melodious and long, with the flowing return wind clear and ethereal, blowing open a pool of clear water. By the water’s edge, hyacinth, dodder grass, and wild peas, they gently comb their minds through the moonlight and water’s light.
The winding paths lead to secluded places, and the meditation room has deep flowers and trees.
That is my garden, and the staff of music draws the colors and colors. I will not let anyone in except my wandering footsteps and the glittering and translucent moonlight of the horizon. On the last night of June, the romance of hibiscus purple is also unknown, and year after year, it dances into a lonely spring and autumn. My dream is like a clear lotus, stretching softly in the green pond in the garden.
Tears, as soon as you close your eyes, slide down along your eyelashes. In order to prepare for the ten minute road show of the second round of mass entrepreneurship and innovation, I spent three days in preparation, studying in class, revising the PPT for major surgery, and deliberating on the explanation text word for word. The last night, I made a great effort to memorize it. Over and over again for ten minutes, I acted like a pupil, concentrating on practicing for more than twenty times. The next morning, my voice was a bit hoarse, and I had grass coral lozenges in my palm that I dared not speak until before the eight o’clock game. I was the first to come on stage wearing a light green business suit and matching the company’s innovative project with the concept of energy conservation, consumption reduction, and environmental protection. Everything went smoothly and I played well. However, the result was elimination.
Friends say it’s just fun, just smile it off. Besides, some of the results are almost internal, but you just have to work hard and truly. I believe it. I believe it has shadows, but I believe even more that I am still innocent. The cool wind awakens the bright moon, and the round leaves are dyed through the gauze. My crystal sandwiched between my hair waves reveals my bright and beautiful time.
The gradual release of music and the passing of your fingertips are yesterday’s possessions and yesterday’s disappointments. In my private garden, there is a tree hole that holds my little sorrows and small scraps.
The music is still soaking in the small garden. Nizi and I have listened to the song Song From A Secret Garden, the Chinese name refers to the Secret Garden. She said that the piano is a supporting role and accompanies the violin. The piano has a noble and elegant tone, while the violin has a soft and leisurely tone, which is virtually equal to each other. My secret garden, the graceful and graceful lotus, the calm and insistence of hibiscus, the self-sufficiency and constant joy of dodder grass, and the cheerfulness and lightness of hyacinth, bathed in the moonlight and stars, are reflected in a piece of water, full of beauty, without distinction. Think of an advertisement from Mercedes Benz: Inspire each other and achieve each other. I appreciate this relationship. Balanced love and friendship make it easier to get along, walk longer, and travel farther.
“I should understand better, it’s not mine, don’t linger, though, in the sky above my garden, there were lanterns and colors that ushered in the brilliance of fireworks.”. I cannot see the guidance of darkness, chasing the wandering end in my dream, running towards you, you have become a white horse, always in front of me. Some subtle details, just a ripple in the long water, are enough to make me cry with emotion. Do I have to understand that fireworks tend to get cold and lotus flowers end up exhausted?
In this slightly sad music with no climax or trough, the sound of the violin flows like water, and a small boat is anchored in the depths of the lotus root. The piano sounds like rain falling on a jade plate, and a glass lamp lights up whose courtyard?
Music, like the leisurely clouds, like the rippling water, like flowers blooming like the beginning. With the ethereal and clear Jiangnan silk and bamboo, you can spread a ethereal and lonely feeling with care and tenderness. You don’t need to sing along, just listen, just let it lead you to indulge. Yesterday the wind was warm and plantain trees were green, and tonight the moon was cold and lotus flowers were red.
“Song From A Secret Garden” has a magic power that has been laid out without publicity, and will take you far away.
Zhang Ailing said that life is a colorful robe full of fleas. I say that life is a gorgeous dress, elegant and retro, dedicated only to the purity and fragrance that I have never lost.
A woman is actually getting old when she only cares about the comfort of her clothes and no longer pursues style, afraid of binding and straightening her skin. I remember when I was young, I had a sleeveless sapphire blue dress with a crisp waist and ankle length. The zipper on the back always felt a bit prickly, but I couldn’t find the reason. No matter what, I like to wear it. The upper body effect is very good, showing an exceptionally slender body with temperament and a high and cold style. “Once, when I fell while riding a motorcycle while wearing it, my first concern was not that my leg had scratched and bled, but rather that I checked my beloved skirt for wear and tear.”.
“Song From A Secret Garden” wanders softly in the dark blue night. Whose youth has never had a small and farfetched vanity? Nowadays, I can’t accept clothes that slightly hurt my skin, even if they are beautiful and dazzling. At this moment, the pavilion stands on the boat of the secret garden, dreaming of turning shadows into wind, as if I were still green, and my life returned to its original bravery and fullness.
Murakami Haruki said, “Everyone has their own piece of forest. Perhaps we have never been there, but it has always been there and will always be there. The lost are lost, and those who meet will meet again.”
“Song From A Secret Garden” creates a secret garden for everyone, with flexible and persistent vegetation. My life may be filled with gentle madness, or crazy tenderness. Time never answers about the past, and life never makes a noise. For the time being, I will heal some of my losses in my secret garden, lay down my soul, and entrust a journey of time.
When the morning light comes, the music is still pervading the secret garden. I won’t say a word to anyone, just remember myself. Listening to “The Secret Garden”, I am willing to accept a parting, then set out, quietly walk on the street in the red world, only smelling the fragrance of flowers, not sadness and joy.
