A melodious and melodious flute sounds in my ear. I turn my head. I don't know when, Mo Li's hand has a white jade flute

don't leave, don't leave I read his name silently in my heart

can't help but think of Mo Zhan

on the morning that summer was coming, I stood by the lake of the school with my violin and practiced my fingering awkwardly. I heard a melodious flute. Not far away, a boy in a white shirt was focusing on playing Schumann's "dream music". The morning light cast on his silver flute, reflecting the glittering light. At that time, he was like a handsome and elegant...