What is the most painful thing in the world?
There is nothing more to me than to have a few troubles, but I can't find anyone who appreciates me!
When I was in college, I had a classmate who loved playing the piano very much. He also often played for our students in the dormitory, but ordinary people such as me could not appreciate this elegant music.
He sighed all day long, "In the vast sea of people, is it so difficult to find a confidant?" ”
He began to carry us to the river outside the school to play the piano, and he also went out late.
The night is hazy and shaded by trees. He's not happy there! I heard that the love affair in the school has since left that section of the river.
Suddenly, one day, he was playing very happily. There was a sigh from not far away.
Daxi, thought he had met Zhiyin. He walked slowly over and politely asked, "Is my song very good?" ”
It turned out to be an old lady, and she replied, "I don't understand this." I have a son who has been dead for a long time, and he plays cotton. I heard the sound of you playing, and I remembered the way he worked overtime at night to play cotton, so sad! ”
This classmate was stunned, looked around dazedly, and suddenly found that it was a little strange. He checked his phone, oh, today is the middle of the day!
!["Thousand Poetry Society, No. 153" The great love of the world has gone through vicissitudes[fig]](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=)