What kind of sparks will the "defective" black man and the novice piano teacher create on the 88 black and white keys? Is it the harmonious sound of instruments or the constant noise? It seems that the result is no longer important, because in love, every note is warm and cold, and every step forward is sour and sweet. Piano cannot be improved without hard practice; love cannot be maintained without hard work and perseverance. Just like white and black, neither can live without the other.
This article is half white and half not white, with occasional small hints. Life is full of fun, it has to be said, but life is also serious. This is also the first time Lian Lian has written an article. It more or less incorporates a lot of my thoughts on life and relationships, so sometimes I treat those little bits and pieces of insights in a very serious tone.