When "butterfly lovers" sounded, Han Xinyue said that her soul seemed to be purified. I felt as if every pore in my body had been opened, and then every bone in my body had been taken away. I am light, the moonlight is bright, and the breeze is slow, and I came to the valley dotted with exotic flowers and waterfalls in my dream. I am graceful in the moonlight and dancing on the clear spring.

It snowed heavily and no one was there. The Yan Garden is wrapped in silver, and the piano draws a new moon. Chu Yanchao and Han Xinyue collided with each other to give full souls, and the pot of green Brazilian wood witnessed everything.

When Chu Yanchao came to the window to translate The New Story, I always remembered that many years ago, Mr. Lu Xun lived alone in an isolated stone house, leaned against the window and watched the bitter snow and rain of the motherland, plowed tirelessly, frowned and ran enthusiastically for the motherland. How lonely and magnificent he was, and how magnificent his life was.

After listening to several versions of butterfly lovers, the violin performance is simply breathtaking. I cried when I was reading late at night. After watching an incomplete movie, I still cried two lines. I still burst into tears when I listened to this music. It's not emotional flooding. It's just that there are not many opportunities to be really touched from the bottom of my heart in this life. Enjoy this touch, enjoy this touch.

Deep in the sofa, under the dim light, I watched the water vapor in the cup fade away and the lingering sound curled up. The scenes in the book flashed in my mind one by one like a focused plane, the Brazilian wood was still lush, and the snow in Yanyuan was still in succession. Oliver's "We all have the right to live and love" is always unforgettable, and you once said that you look into your eyes.

Love life deeply.