Family Background and Biography:
My name is Li Ming, and I am an ordinary office worker who lives on the outskirts of a small city. Although my family is not wealthy, it is warm and harmonious. I have a well-behaved and sensible wife, a lovely and lively daughter. Our family lives an ordinary and happy life.
Tale:
One day, I stumbled upon an old wine glass in an antique market, which had a quaint and delicate appearance and an air of mystery. Intrigued, I decided to buy the glass.
When I got home, I put the glass in the cupboard in the living room and didn't pay much attention to it. However, since that night, strange things have started to happen.
In the dead of night, I can always hear a slight collision, as if wine glasses are making pleasant music. Surprised, I got up to check it, only to find that the glass was unharmed and unusual.
Gradually, I discovered that this sound only appeared when I was alone, and it seemed to be heard only by me. I began to feel a little frightened, but at the same time attracted by this mysterious sound, so I would sit quietly in the living room every night and listen to the beautiful music.
By chance, I discovered that this voice seemed to have a strong connection to my inner emotions. Whenever I'm in a good mood, the music from the wine glass becomes cheerful and bright; And when my heart is heavy, the music from the wine glass becomes sad and deep.
I began to try to communicate with the glass, and I told it what was on my mind, my joys and sorrows. Miraculously, it seemed to understand my emotions and respond to my heart with music.
However, as time went on, I found that the music of this wine glass became more and more erratic, sometimes cheerful, sometimes sad. I started to feel a little uneasy, and I was worried that this wine glass would affect my life and even bring bad omen.
One night, as I sat in the living room again, I suddenly heard a high-pitched screeching sound, and I jerked my eyes open to find that the wine glass had shattered into countless pieces. I felt a pang of sourness in my heart, as if I had lost a friend.
While sorting through the fragments of the wine glass, I suddenly understood everything. This glass is no ordinary curio, it is the sustenance of a spirit, and its music is its response to the emotions of the world. And all of this comes from the emotional fluctuations in my heart.
Since then, I have learned to cherish my emotions more, no longer let go, and no longer bothered by external interference. I learned that true music does not come from the outside world, but from inner harmony and peace.
Although the glass no longer exists, the revelation it left me is eternal. I will continue to stick to my heart, cherish every emotion, and make life full of beauty and hope.