brief introduction:

In my mind’s eye is always a scene – an evening twilight at the school music building during perhaps my tumultuous final year of high school. On the top floor of the music building, in one of the practice rooms, a girl plays her violin against the backdrop of the setting sun; she creates beautiful melodies that encapsulate all joys and sorrows alike. I hope you could hear this music.,I very much like what a friend once said about me, that my Cloud Qing 'youth' bursts forth like a gush of melodrama. Yes, to see what someone lacks, just look at what they boast about. Therefore, sometimes we need such melodrama because we are losing it.,As for the question of new writing plans, I will provide answers soon.。

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