Not a single line.
Just six minutes.
With a melodious melody.
But it tells a philosophical story.
I have been learning black tube for ten years.
The first two days are close to the 2010 Art Talents Certification Exam.
I am very anxious.
Don't know why.
When the high and low frequencies are switched, there is always a harsh super high pitch.
The teacher originally said that maybe my instrument has "unmatched" my playing level.
So I put the blame on the black tube.
After that, I was getting worse and worse.
Manic, troubled.
The exam is imminent.
Last practice session.
The teacher looked at me and finally couldn't help but tell me.
You should not blame any fault on the instrument.
It's not good enough.
But have you ever thought about it.
It's been with you for ten years.
You have passed all the level exams on it.
What's the reason to blame it now?
You should be thankful for it.
It's your friend.
You are not good with it.
How can it give you good music in return?
I don't know what more to say.
I think.
The story of me and my instrument is like sending a crane and a cloud of violence.
God made them stay together for the rest of their lives.
But his partner is not so good.
How should I do?
Is it to abandon it?
Do not.
Fate cannot escape the promise.
You can only change yourself.
That's the only happy ending.
By The Way.
Finally, the 2010 art specialty student certification exam.
I am a qualified first-level (key recommended student in Beijing).
Before playing.
I hold my black tube.
said softly.
Thank you for being with me all these years.
You are my best friend no matter what the result of this exam is.
I'm sorry to treat you like that before.
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