Walking on the road in life was raining days, life is full of bitterness and frustration. Qin table lyre, flute Shichiku on the desk. I walked in silence, accompanied with every rainy season, gradually also became my friend, my most intimate friends.
Xiao sufficient to regulate breathing during hasty, because when impatience is not good Xiaoyin blowing. Breathe smoothly, and everything seems to have also fell into place. The piano then? Sinking, but it would help to soothe impatient when the wild heart. In tune with the law\'s Rhythm find yourself. I face difficulties at your fingertips when you retrieve it necessary to calm.
Institute of shells before the Spring and Autumn Period Yubo teeth \"Flowing Water.\" Perhaps too much concentration on bar. Did not pay attention to the music piece where the kind of thinking brought me subtle changes. Every time when the bomb after this song, it always has a comfortable, this comfortable from the bottom of the heart, from the inside spread in the body. Each over a period of time when the bombs again, on again there will be a new experience, a new feeling, a new understanding.
Open fingers, to experience the magnificent music that rivers like thinking. Music began to put a soul into a limitless expanse of the world. At that time felt like the heart, such as the broad blue sky, such as the river is so good deal. Bombs go, sometimes experience is like trickle, slightly Shiba ruled the cozy. When the Unit, when the small streams come together, it appeared the vast ambitious Jianghai. Enpa Haomiao long stream. In this small streams unite the process, I seem to have learned a lot, a lot. Experience the quiet slowly gathered into a share of his mind, and water power.
When the strings on the on-tones, casual tone, harmonic pop-up in the fingers, it seems to blend in mind also the limitless expanse of water like the deserted Village. In the rhyme to seek development in the tradition of refinement in the future to be imagined. Share of the experience, be happy in a calm and comfortable. Let me a clean heart in the sediment washing the dirt, so I do not want turbid waves of spur roads in life a certain location, doing unnecessary stay.
I do not for the piano and the piano, nor for the piano and find that the vast sea of faces in the understanding of their own the piece. Only to find that hidden in the music in your heart that it can resonate with the mood and the piano. To find the Pure Land between the soul and piano. In a sense, bosom friend in my heart, bosom friend in the song, the bosom friend is myself.