Melodies are ancient and sad, such as tenderness in the south of the Yangtze River, longing, thanks, peach blossoms falling from a small bridge, timbre, and the brightness of different flutes, such as bitter tea in the mouth, which lingers on the tip of the tongue layer by layer and reaches people's hearts, reminding people of the fate of tea.
There is a bright mark on her face through the reflection of sunlight. Are they tears? At the end of the song, she turned her head and smiled at the black color beside her: "Yao, do you know?" I'm leaving. I will give this to you. I'll come back when you learn. "
"Ah Yue, do you really want to leave here?" The woman who was replaced by Ah Yue smiled and nodded, handed Jin Hong fung to the girl in black, stood up and slowly left.
Yao is me, and Yue is one of my companions. We grew up together. She is one year older than me. It is said that when she was born, the peach blossoms in their family were in full bloom overnight, and the fragrance was refreshing, red and white, and burning. Therefore, her nickname is Peach Blossom.
Before her grandmother died, she had learned how to play the flute It is said that the flute was supposed to be given to her mother, but her mother disappeared after giving birth to her. Her father went to work in the city and couldn't come back, so she followed her grandmother.
When she doesn't learn to play, we go to the stream at the head of the village to play. At that time, we could catch small fish and shrimp. We often catch more fish than anyone else. I always win because she always makes way for me. In winter, when the river freezes, we skate on it and wear non-slip shoes. Once on board, we can slide out for a long distance. Of course, we will fall on our backs from time to time, and those who fall will rub and get up to play.
Sometimes we go to her peach tree to listen to her blow. She only knows a few songs, and the tunes are always sad and beautiful, but her father doesn't like them and says he doesn't like them.
Later, her grandmother died, and she lived in our house and played the piano every day. I like it very much and love it very much, so I learned it from her.
Later, her father came back and said he would pick her up, but she wouldn't bring it, so she gave me the gift.
The peach blossom bloomed and blossomed, and I finally learned to blow, but I never saw her again.
Another year of peach blossom, a period of flowing water is euphemistic, the music is as thick as a mountain, with unforgettable memories, which is the bright eyes of women under the peach tree in spring. However, no matter how to retain it, time and years are getting old, and women like flowers are slowly dying. However, when the flowers fall, it means that the flowers have already opened.
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