I stopped at a traffic light

 stopped at a traffic light, micro Bileyanjing, changing so fast all around I feel more tired. I think that I embarked on full time toward home.

turn left, another 20 meters, that is my home. Coming in my garage, when suddenly a burst of melodious sound of the erhu, reaches my unsuspecting ears. I almost froze in place, this returning to the phonological make my heart is full of unspeakable emotions, as if a long lost friend suddenly appeared in front looked I looked up follow the voice, is a white old man closed the eyes of the whole situation to play. And I stopped listening to the same eyes closed, I do not know whether the eyes of warm tears, I just moved the old man and the pure elegance of white erhu.

me and smiling, I experienced the so-called popular with the fashion weary, but they are quickly flashed from my eyes, do not leave a deep imprint. However, when I met Nama white, that the erhu, I found out, what is a classic in my heart forever, what will remind me deeply touched.