Whitian's Piano Poems

"Let us now warmly welcome Huitian Yuri Vladimir's piano solo - "You"."

Driven by the audience's applause, Huitian walked onto the stage slowly.From the moment he took that hesitant step, timidity was no longer his retreat.A beam of light in the darkness hit him, and all eyes were on him alone.

Sitting down on the piano bench, he let out a long breath.

Beginning today, the transformation of music.

With both hands ready, mouth leaning towards the microphone, ""You".

first letter

"I love you, I don't say anything, I can only see you smiling across the face."

"continue."

"I love, I only perceive it in my heart, I don't need to know your feelings for me in your heart."

The older woman in the ball bun expressed uncomfortably skeptical looks.

"I treasure my secret..."

"Try to say the last sentence."

"Well, as long as I can see you, I'm satisfied."

"Whitian."

"Yes, ma'am."

"I have to praise you, you have recited Musset's "Daisy" with your heart."

"Thank you."

"But can't you show any emotion just because of my age? Would you not love your mother because she is 20 years older than you?"

"Yes, no." Huitian could only mutter in a small pause at this moment.

In the hall, gloating laughter kept coming and going.These are only in Ms. Catherine's symbolic turning back - her eyes seem to stop when she is about to look at her in the next second.

The bell rang, "That's all for today's class. Tomorrow is Zhenning Day. I don't need to tell you about the holiday."

"Yes!"

Whit'an just rejoiced secretly in her heart, and was about to pack up and leave—that mouth opened again.

"Whitian."

"Miss?"

"Don't forget that you will continue the day after tomorrow! If you need it, I don't mind arranging a girl to be your 'object'."

"Yes......"

The black car bumped on the straight road, sitting on a comfortable cushion but leaning against the cold window.The driver caught sight of the lost being in the rearview mirror.

The grass grows vigorously for its own life in the mist, and the white clouds float with the wind in the blue sky.I am that white cloud, seemingly bright and clear, high above the sky, but not as free as grass on the ground.I was born into a family of knights, but I had to learn to be a poet.Although it is difficult to be regarded as greedy for life and fear of death, it is also uncomfortable to be called a "knight poet".

"Master, you look very unhappy."

yes!Who stipulates that poets must recite their poems in public?

The driver saw no response and didn't ask any more questions.

The home Huitian had just returned to was a castle-style villa that only nobles could live in.Behind the opened door, there were only servants waiting.One of them stepped forward to help Whitan put down her schoolbag.

"Has my brother not come back yet?"

"Master, not yet."

Huitian sat on the chair in front of the table, holding his head in his left hand, but in fact, just like the servant beside him, even he himself didn't know what he was thinking.

At a loss, he finally found two letters by the table.

One:

my dear son,

Mom went to my aunt's house to participate in a literary salon, and she will come back at night, so I can eat by myself!But mom is preparing for tomorrow's poetry meeting, so don't lag behind, come back at night to check your preparations.

Mother, Alice Vladimir Lisha

Second:

Whitann,

Tomorrow is Zhenning Day, I hope you prepare well.I'm picking up your brother in Bikir, and I'm probably not coming back until very late.But I've already taken care of everything for tomorrow, so you don't have to worry.

Dunby Vladimir

Put the letter somewhere else on the table so they know, maybe they will, that I read it myself.

"I want to go out for a walk, and I don't need to follow."

Whitan walked towards the boundless maple forest.

Oddly enough, my brother's return didn't bring me a tinge of excitement or joy, but I think I did feel, somehow, gone again.

well!The good time was wasted, and I could see through the leaves that it was fine weather.cough!This time, wasted.

The shade of the trees is whirling, and I can't tell the blue in my heart.

The maple leaves are rustling, telling the sorrows of the world.

well!I'm not fit to be a poet either—it's just a slab.

Walking in the courtyard, I don't know where the letter is going.

The wind blows and the insects cry, and the leaves pass by the ground.

This wind seems to have been baked by the scorching sun, giving people a heart-burning feeling.The worm seems to be bound by nature, helplessly lamenting the loss of its partner.The sound of fallen leaves rippling in the sea of ​​air seems to have been captured, so lyrical and soft as threads.The voice of the earth, the light and powerful voice is telling people to get out of the feeling of loss, prepare, prepare...

Wait, there shouldn't be such a sound in this forest.So where did it come from?

He cast his eyes eagerly, and stepped forward restlessly.

"Ah, everything has become clear, and it's fun."

Here, in this clearing in the woods, a girl in a pink dress is playing a dreamy tune.

"Ah, sparkling! Oh, crap, where is this, and how did I get here!"

"What are you doing?" The girl stopped the tune.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your fun, but, but I think I'm lost."

She smiled.

"Perhaps I can help you, if you don't mind."

"How come, I'm worried that it will affect you."

"No, and I should go back, come on."

Huitian would not refuse, and he decided to follow this kind girl.

"You know? In this country, most men may not be willing to accept help from women."

"That's really sad for our so-called superpower."