Guitar affair

Crazy crush on guitar is same in that summer, that afternoon.
That day, I passed small forest, the two brothers are met compound embrace guitar, passionately sing. I remember clearly that I know the names and never spoke to, will only use eyes to smile and said "hi" to me brother micro upturned face, narrow eyes drunk in: "the pond on the banyan, cicadas called summer in sound, grass on the edge of swing, only butterfly settle on it..." The artistic conception of that I was passing by his eyes smile to me not. And always shy but I slowed his steps secretly stares at him, and listen to him. Drift away in a wide-ranging in magnetic grove, difficult to depict the melodious above the emotion of heart circuitous...
Coming out of the small forest of a flap, I stopped and turned the surprise, suddenly look back, let me at a loss; Bowed his head and looked at his slender fingers and white, imagining it plucked a string of lithe and graceful. Can't help with joy filled with a atrial.
Later, I finally had his own guitar. In that school song the rage, has always been timid I embarrassed in public performances, only with low music knowledge buy books self-study. Every day as long as the opportunity, I will lock yourself in the small house alone, alone intoxicated. Entertainment
That day, with brother and my eyes smile at crossroads, he still meet with smiling eyes looking at me, and then stopped and stood beside me, smiled and said: "you are also learning guitar? Sing pretty good......" I paused for a moment, lift up your face, looked at him and some shy smile...
The brief dialogue, I don't know what we're saying, but I remember: returned home later I shut in the hut, picked up my beloved guitar and all the time singing, thinking, thinking, sing... I remember that day, I was the first to declare for holding the guitar to go to bed. It seems I am awake at night, also touched my guitar. In the evening, I suddenly understand: happiness, originally is so simple! As long as one look, a greeting...
The day after, I don't know why, also can not understand the situation, how can it is very clear that I no longer love "pond water filled with rain also stopped, tanabe's mud is full of loach, every day I'm waiting for you waiting for you catch loach..." That school song, I would not touch my beloved guitar. Not until they had their own homepage, I will JuanJuan guitar that copy of the heart and the feelings of a pure maiden together that slice hid in a grove.
I'm not a good memory, but I believe that different things in the world can be lost, not necessarily is tearing apart from me. As for the yuhua which can give us a dream left? I think this is a section of pure memory? A kind of romantic feelings? Can say for sure: over the years, I've always retain share of the intellectual and elegant quality, this and that is closely related to the guitar? !
Like music, habit with music dream. Whether sentimental or warm, whether beautiful or peaceful. I'm obsessed with that through the skin, infiltration marrow subtle - and touch the real blow, I lost that a melodious tactfully, lingering abstruse incense.
I'm not a spiritual woman, but with the rhythm of the familiar, but I can imagine in familiar figure dream verve, and warmth I could clearly see the memory that slice of small forest and the smiling eyes
Dear friends: yes, please forgive me always put you and memory the slice of small forest twining curl up together.
Actually, I have been curious! I clearly remember any agreed before. But for now, why has "for the joy to"? Why is "imminent" shock? Isn't this the world really have a feeling, will silently continuance, will grow con?
Life how many beautiful moments worth our permanent aftertaste? If can review the beauty of youth, what kind of lucky?
Dear friends: yes, please listen and I said, ok? When I think of you and I will always think of flowers blooming youth, that slice of green lush small forest; Often face you, will have a long lingering fragrance, but aery but real fitting memory, QingYouYou to overflow mind, and a warm JiLing spirit atrial...
My dear friends! When mianmianzhong the illusion clearly spread out in the eyes, and when a smile XinJian tiptoeing through ruffles set, overflow; When light greetings into thick missing, that can't hide information you must feel, right?
As at the moment, I beat the text frame of mind: quiet, calm, pleasantness...