But you know. This won't last long. The end of the course is a farewell.
There are too many students, we slowly will not deliberately recall farewell, we buried in our hearts.
This simple beauty!
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We need a timely farewell
Alessandra 2022-04-22 07:01:54
Has taken students English in a high-end institution. The first one is always so memorable. He was the son of a real estate agent and had complicated family relationships. But he, the first time we met, was polite and even a little sensitive. He's not necessarily listening, but he definitely respects you. Slowly, he seems to be talking to you, even confidence. Crossing the road, they will help you and tell you to be careful.
But you know. This won't last long. The end of the course is a farewell.
There are too many students, we slowly will not deliberately recall farewell, we buried in our hearts.
This simple beauty!
But you know. This won't last long. The end of the course is a farewell.
There are too many students, we slowly will not deliberately recall farewell, we buried in our hearts.
This simple beauty!
Extended Reading
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Ally 2022-01-29 08:10:17
It's nice to have money. If you have money, you can take you to a hotel in the middle of the night, you can give you the gifts you want, and you can take you to eat delicious food. I'm too vulgar, although this film doesn't really say that...
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Eleanor: What was the name of that piece you wrote for the recital?
Reggie: Like Sunday, Like Rain.
Eleanor: So beautiful.
Reggie: I'll write a part for the cornet.
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Reggie: You have a gift, and you have an obligation to take care of it.
Eleanor: What are you *talking* about? For all you know, I could be the worst cornet player in the whole world.
Reggie: I don't think so. I don't think you'd have been chosen for that all star band if that were the case. And you certainly wouldn't have gotten into Julliard. It's a crime to deprive the world of your art.
Eleanor: I thought you said art was dead.
Reggie: Yes, and it will remain that way if all the great artists abandon their cornets and move to Idaho... Just promise me you'll come back to it. Promise me you'll come back to your music.
Eleanor: I will if you will.
Reggie: Deal.