[His Diary] Each other

The recorder and the trumpet are both in the same B-flat key, and they are the soul of jazz.

Although one was a wooden pipe and the other was a copper pipe, they always sat near each other.

One saliva is dripping, the other is sprayed.

The recorder often complained that the trumpet was spitting, and the trumpet laughed at the recorder's frequent drooling.

Because of their close range, they can swap scores and play, sounding surprisingly harmonious.

A seemingly calm and gentle, but in fact lively and active.

One is strong and independent on the outside, but sentimental on the inside.

On the surface, there are strong contrasts, but in reality they just complement each other.

Watching these two interact, I am very envious.

Is it the nature of the instrument that makes them fit naturally, or are they the missing piece of the puzzle?

The ambiguity between them seems to be gradually intensifying.

If it can bloom and bear fruit, otherwise it will be difficult to harvest.

Although in the same extended family, I never exchanged scores with her.

The timbre, range, and even audio resonances are completely different, not to mention how far apart we actually are.

The lord often said that our orchestra is a big family, that the lord is our elders like parents, and our members are brothers and sisters...

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