”Changsha Diary”
On the first day at the Swan Journey Youth Hostel in Changsha, I was amazed by this ”greenhouse” as soon as I arrived. The sun shone through the leaves and the glass, shining on the table, on the piano keys, and also in my heart. The fatigue on the road was swept away. I held the guitar and sang. The kitten came to rub my legs. Teddy suddenly cried and gave me a start.
I asked the clerk. One of the three bosses is a designer. This is all designed by him. Another boss used to play in a band. In the evening, the boss heard from the clerk that there was a tenant who sang well. So after I was picked up from the subway station by the handsome clerk in the heavy rain (he fell twice on the way there and once on the way back), I sat in the glass room. The lights were turned off. Only a table lamp illuminated his figure holding the guitar. The long sound came out of the Marshall. The heavy rain outside merged with him. I stood there for a long time with my body wet. Later, the boss stopped and looked back and saw me.
”Hello”
”Can you play? Come and play?”
I felt the monster in my shoes, ”I'll change into slippers first.”
After I changed, I hid in the bathroom and wiped the sweat on my hands and face with paper carefully before going to find him. He asked me to take the guitar and sing several songs. I closed my eyes and sang with abandon. I could feel that he was listening very seriously, even if I couldn't see, I could feel it. Then he carefully counted my strengths and weaknesses, like my big brother (although I don't have a big brother), he spoke with passion and danced, and I responded excitedly...
Time passed quickly with such a coming and going, and we said goodbye to each other and went back to rest.
"”Changsha Diary”
On the first day at the Swan Journey Youth Hostel in Changsha, I was amazed by this ”greenhouse” as soon as I arrived. The sun shone through the leaves and the glass, shining on the table, on the piano keys, and also in my heart. The fatigue on the road was swept away. I held the guitar and sang. The kitten came to rub my legs. Teddy suddenly cried and gave me a start.
I asked the clerk. One of the three bosses is a designer. This is all designed by him. Another boss used to play in a band. In the evening, the boss heard from the clerk that there was a tenant who sang well. So after I was picked up from the subway station by the handsome clerk in the heavy rain (he fell twice on the way there and once on the way back), I sat in the glass room. The lights were turned off. Only a table lamp illuminated his figure holding the guitar. The long sound came out of the Marshall. The heavy rain outside merged with him. I stood there for a long time with my body wet. Later, the boss stopped and looked back and saw me.
”Hello”
”Can you play? Come and play?”
I felt the monster in my shoes, ”I'll change into slippers first.”
After I changed, I hid in the bathroom and wiped the sweat on my hands and face with paper carefully before going to find him. He asked me to take the guitar and sing several songs. I closed my eyes and sang with abandon. I could feel that he was listening very seriously, even if I couldn't see, I could feel it. Then he carefully counted my strengths and weaknesses, like my big brother (although I don't have a big brother), he spoke with passion and danced, and I responded excitedly...
Time passed quickly with such a coming and going, and we said goodbye to each other and went back to rest."