Xiaobang's left hand

The first time I heard Xiao Bang's name, she was from George Sang's biography, the odd girl who writes with the right hand in a cigar left hand. She had to open a bow to make her so dumped. I was a little girl almost thirty years ago, and I was amazed at the log and music. I'm afraid that the piano is really as flexible as 10 fingers? Beauty is like a sunset where the cloud and the sun work together. I really understand her music. When I was a few years old, I went to a person who voluntarily gave up my life-it was my first love. Like the music exorcism, gently stroked my pain: A girl curled up in the dark, left hand to give me tears, right hand to give me joy. Then it was my turn to create it myself. I found that using the left and right hands is not only a skill, but also an artistic necessity: I use the right hand to write novels, and I use the left hand to write prose. What should I do if I have enough time to write poems? Click the keys at the tip of the nose. My prose refers to the square words that are laid out by the fingers of the left hand when I learned the exercise song of Chopin.

From the left hand of Xiaobang
-- Hongying