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When I was a child, I was just a child chasing sand by the sea. The sea never gave me literary talent, and the muse never touched me with her hands. When I grow up, I leave the sea in my hometown. In a bookstore in the city, I first came into contact with so many books. Once, I dug out a collection of poems from a dazzling bookcase with Tagore's quotation printed on it: "Buy a collection of poems with coins in your hand, and it will make your heart as happy as a bird and fly freely in infinite emptiness." I just took a look and bought it like a treasure. Since then, Tagore has brought me to a colorful world. I am fascinated by poetry, just as I am fascinated by the deep and vast sea.

I found the charm of poetry as bright as the sun for the first time. Li Bai, who is optimistic and bold, Du Fu, who is deep and melancholy, and Li Qingzhao, who is graceful and restrained, walked out of the poetry circle ... They showed me everything in the world with different styles of pens. Gradually, I understood Wang Guozhen's sincerity, Shu Ting's delicacy and Wen Yiduo's profundity. I made friends with Shelley and Pushkin and experienced the magnificence of the world poetry garden. Slowly, I found that I can't live without poetry. Poetry always plucks my heartstrings with its invisible hand, plucks people's piano, and drives me crazy. So in class, I learned from the teacher's mouth that Gu Cheng yearned for "the night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light"; After class, I chanted and entered the artistic conception of "lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, and lotus leaves are sweet in Hetian". I really feel like a happy bird that Tagore said, flying freely in infinite emptiness.

After reading many poems, I can't help but have a dream and gently open the door of literature hall with my poems. Whenever others play, I am fascinated by exploring the beauty of everything; When all the lights went out, I built a line of poems under the lights alone, and the thin pen tip flowed out the singing of birds, the blooming of flowers and the growth of tender grass ... I wrote the songs in my heart with my own pen, and I was very happy about everything. Every time I send a poem, waiting becomes a part of my life. Although most of them sink into the sea, I sing a song when I think that Jiang Guo is really "frustrated"; When you are sad, write a poem. Because life is always beautiful, my mind is extremely open. Occasionally, I saw my words turn into printed words, and I was so excited that I couldn't sleep well for several nights. Although no one cheered, I felt that the door of the literary palace was slowly opening, and the muse smiled at me. My immature poem just fulfilled my literary dream.

I am addicted to reading and writing poems. That line of verse is a flying butterfly that brought me to a beautiful and colorful garden; That poem is like a firefly. "It gives off a faint light, but it will be bright when it is saved."

I will always be attached to the Muse, and I have no regrets.

Art and life

I never leave things with me, because I always feel that things will be lost if I leave them with me, and only those left in my heart will never forget them. ...

It was a summer vacation, because of the piano exam, I had to resist the joy of being admitted to junior high school and practice at home. It's so sultry that I have ice in my mouth. Practice hard. From morning till noon, and then at night, I can finally shake my sore arm. I couldn't help it. I went to the balcony. ...

Suddenly, I heard a voice, hazy and clear, with a summer evening breeze, blowing in my ear, brushing my cheek and passing my Liu Haier. The leaves rustle and the sunset glow is subtle and soft. At this moment, the world became strangely quiet, as if only this voice existed. Oh, a flute. Someone is playing the flute. It's melodious, comfortable and smooth. Only a calm person can play so well.

I was intoxicated and quiet ... It took me a long time to wake up from thinking and imagination.

In the next few days, I noticed that this flute sounded every evening, but the flute I heard later was not as good as the first time. As soon as I put down the piano every day, the flute will ring on time, and I will run to the balcony to see the construction site downstairs and listen carefully. I imagine the flute player is a lonely old man, telling his own feelings; Maybe it's a child. I saw a child riding on the back of an old buffalo, playing the flute. ...

One day, I went to the balcony to look down as usual and saw a construction worker sitting on the ground, playing his flute. Suddenly, the flute came to an abrupt end. When it rang again, I was surprised to find that he was playing my music! Although the flute sounds intermittent, I can still recognize it as my favorite piece of music. I didn't see it with my own eyes In any case, I can't believe that a person can play the flute with his ears intact, and he plays it so accurately, although he is not very skilled. Is a worker I used to despise very much! I'm shocked!

In the evening, my mother actually talked about the worker: "Look at others, building a house in the sun every day, is it much more tired than you?" People blow you to bed at night, and it's easy! "

I don't complain anymore. So, in the morning, the flute in my dream woke me up; At night, the flute outside the window accompanied me to sleep. When I was practicing that piece of music, the flute always sounded quietly, but it was very light, as if I were afraid of being heard. Finally, he was no longer afraid. So the sound of piano and flute blend together, harmonious, beautiful and quiet. I am excited, tears are rolling in my eyes, and I think I have found the true meaning of this song, which was found by this worker friend. Yes, my feelings have been sublimated …

When I was taking the exam, the flute kept ringing in my ears. I understand music in my own way. Finally got into 10! I was shocked when I rushed to the balcony excitedly and prepared to summon up the courage to tell the good news to my friends I had never met. A few days of excitement and tension made me forget the buildings that have risen in front of me. Yes, I will never cooperate with that flute again!

Somewhere in the sky, I heard the flute again. I always feel that this flute sounds familiar. It turns out that the flute and that memory have been treasured in my heart forever!

Dear friend, are you still playing the flute? Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? How much a distant girl wants to play a song with you-homesickness.

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