The sea breeze blew through the grass on the edge of the cliff, and they shivered.
The grass grows naturally, whether it is green or yellow, tall or short, round or flat, it will always grow.
In my imagination, Ida is like a small, flat, yellow grass, but its leaves are like sharp blades. The sea breeze blew coldly, and she trembled slightly, then cut straight into the wind. She grows so sharply, though she doesn't know why.
Music seems to have always been her life. She also believes that she is not quiet at all when she is playing the piano. Gradually, the sound of the piano became her most important expression, and she was immersed in this happiness, thinking that it was the fulcrum of her life. But she is just a little grass. When the waves come, she has no choice to escape. She can only endure silently on the spot, reach the limit, die or live. Instead of bringing her beloved piano home, the husband traded the piano for land. She couldn't change her husband's decision. Anger was just an expression of emotion, just like the moment she hit the black keys, she pushed her so-called husband away from her own world, hysterical, but calm. Staring coldly, abandoning ruthlessly, pure to no room, pure to supremely noble. This is Ada, fragile as a fleeting grass, powerful enough to look down on any man's dumb girl.
Barbarian Baines, standing on the beach where the sea is constantly pouring in, watching the woman play the piano with all her heart, that kind of concentration is enough to attract any man and woman, so he will naturally fall in love with Ada. His love is an exposed directness and purity, and he pays attention to everything that others talk about about Ada's crumpled clothes, the woman he feels with his heart, that strange woman in the eyes of others. He approached Ada with obscene deals, expressing his most primitive desires unscrupulously and unabashedly. It was so strong that he could be perceived, not to mention such a keen Ada, but only a woman who was as persistent as Ada could Dare to accept. Ada, took back the piano, but she couldn't sit down. Outside the house where the sea breeze was blowing, she stood up against the wind, her heart was flying far away, like dancing a lost solo dance, she was in love.
Husband, because of Ada's constant betrayal, under the dual effect of the inner sense of failure and the anger of loss of dignity, he owes her index finger, and revenge is just an expression of inner fear, which is the expression of most men. I don't know what Ada said when she was in a coma, and what his so-called husband heard. She just felt that her world was a black hole, and she had been floating in the black world, waiting, waiting for her The chosen person will bring her back to the world.
Ada, insisting on throwing the piano into the deep sea, when the rope was exhausted, she chose to sink in. Following the piano, perhaps it was fear, the fear in her heart, when she was attracted by a hole that was more unfamiliar but more gravitational than before. , this is an instinctive reaction, but also an uncontrollable emotion, a black out of control, shrouded. Struggle, that is an instinct, escape from death, but Ada will never be the Ada before, even if she plays the piano again, the piano will not be the fulcrum of life, because that black hole no longer exists.
The sea breeze will still blow the grass, but she has grown taller.
Grass can't escape the fate of being trampled on, but if she can be happy, she should be as happy as possible. No matter how beautiful life is, it is only for others to see. She should only care about all her feelings, the love she can grasp, in life. So real as a broken petal, blooming beautifully.
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