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谈音乐（Talking about music） Talking about music Im not very fond of music. Somehow, the color and smell often make me happy, and all the music is sad. Even the so-called light music, it is like jumping on the surface, a little fake. For example: the color of summer room under the curtain, asparagus mats piled a stack of old pajamas, folded very neat, turquoise blue linen fir, green silk trousers, the turquoise blue and green with a very thin beauty, not necessarily reminiscent of what happened, just dig in the room secretly thin a piece of empty, silently leave this place for joy. I sat on the side, no heart to see, and also happy for a while. Another time, the light in the bathroom with a new air defense cover, black lights in the bath basin, all cold, white in a blue black, coated with a layer of oil and becomes simple, looking in from the outside, like a modern picture, there is a kind of new stereo. I dont think I can walk in, but I really walked in. It seemed as if it were impossible, happy and frightened, and tingling with electricity, and immediately came out. In short, the color of such things, only when no Yan is sad fade; but let people pay attention to, always welcome, to make the world seem more real. The smell is like this. People do not love the love I have a lot of smell, slight mustiness of fog, dust, rain wet bulb, cheap perfume. Like gasoline, some people are dizzy to smell, but I want to sit beside the driver, or go to the back of the car, when it started, cloth cloth bleed. Every year I scrub my clothes with gasoline, and the whole room is fresh and bright. My mother never wants me to help, because I deliberately slowed down and vaporized a lot of gasoline. Milk burning cigarettes, matches burned black, the coke smell makes me feel hungry. The smell of paint, because it is new, active and progressive, as if in the new house in the new year, cool, clean, prosperous. Ham, bacon peanut oil shelf life is long, I changed, there is a kind of oil and gas,