Going through the harmonica of the world

If you travel around the world alone, you can only bring one thing for your own entertainment. Which one would you choose? A beautiful picture, an interesting book, a harmonica that can only blow beautiful music, a music box, or a funny puppy...

It seems difficult to make a choice.

If you ask me, I will not hesitate to answer: "I will choose a harmonica."

When I am in the most sad moment, I will blow up the sad music. When I am happy, I will play a cheerful music.

A harmonica! I heard someone sigh: If you travel around the world by boat, will you be willing to blow this harmonica thousands of times? To the extent that you are familiar with it.

My answer to this is: Yes, I am willing to blow thousands of times. What does this have to do with it? The harmonica you like is like a friend, a family member. When you are sad, it is with you and you are worried about it. When you are happy, it shares happiness with you.

Sitting on the boat all the way, I saw the birds singing in the branches, I will blow up the cheerful music. Watching the tornado slamming and pulling the tree uprooted, I will blow the sad music. I saw the butterflies flying around in the flowers, the bees collecting honey, the sun shining on the earth, then I will blow happy, excited, passionate music...

A harmonica you like is a close friend of yours, the key to your door to music, or your companion for life.

Fifth grade: yichomc