After the cold, the sky is gloomy and cold and rainy. It's like Irish flute maestro James Galway's LoveSong. Listen to it now, and feel its melody, yin

After the cold, the sky is gloomy and cold and rainy. It's like Irish flute maestro James Galway's Love Song. Listening to it now, I feel its melody, gloomy and sad, soaking the bones and penetrating the heart. What a beautiful tune!

James Galway's other flute piece, "Romantic World", is fresh, bright and agile, like a bird leaping on a branch of the sun. It and the sad "Love Song" were interlaced by me, forming a music paradise that was half sunny and half cloudy, and the rain was still sunny.

During the rain break, strolling downstairs, I happened to meet kingfishers. It was like a peacock blue light, inadvertently enchanting the messy thin branches of the black oak. Looking at it in pairs, the plum blossoms are fragrant, the music is beautiful and fluttering, and the beautiful people hide their hearts, at this time, the good fun, the gloomy weather can not be stopped.

Text, picture: Mohua is not cold # Healing moments taken by hand # #南京头条 #