In the street, an old artist in rags is playing the violin with ecstasy. In front of him, a little girl with dark suspenders and long shawl hair watched his every move curiously, and looked at the bow dancing on the strings, wondering how smooth and colorful music flowed out of the strings and bow, which was refreshing. The old artist gave the little girl a warm and encouraging smile. As soon as the camera turned, the car horn sounded, but the adult girl with the piano box and schoolbag walked in front of the car, motionless and deaf. Another ponytail girl stood in front of her, with her head down and her words sharp: "The ugly duckling should learn to fly, and the deaf should learn to play the violin? Are you out of your mind? Why not learn something else? " In the double practice, the ponytail girl banged angrily on the piano, then stood up, knocked down her music stand and turned away. The white music was scattered all over the floor, as if she were lost and helpless. Did she do something wrong? Shouldn't she learn the violin? "You're just wasting everyone's time!" She was so evaluated. The girl who was left alone in the classroom looked at the violin on the table and choked, but she couldn't make a sound. In the street, the old artists with more shabby clothes are still playing the violin. After a performance, the old artist bowed and passers-by applauded. When the onlookers gradually dispersed, the girl stood quietly behind the crowd. The old artist crouched down to pack her things and saw her standing there in the distance. The old artist made a gesture to play the piano: Are you still playing the violin? The girl's grievances can no longer be hidden, and gradually gush out from the bottom of my heart. Standing on the side of the road crying. The old artist and the girl were sitting on the street, and the girl was crying and gesticulating sadly-why am I different from others? The old artist smiled, and the unskilled sign language slowly replied: Why … do you … have to be like others? The girl's puzzled expression, the old artist smiled and continued to gesture: "Music can be watched." He held the violin in his hand and solemnly handed it to the girl. "Close your eyes," the old artist's hands crossed in front of him, as if his eyelids were gently closed. "... and then you will see. "The girl stood on the roof, carrying her beloved violin on her left shoulder, gently closing her eyes and dragging her bow hesitantly. Really, she saw that the world of music is boundless, as if walking on an endless grassland. In the world of music, she is as green as new spring grass across her drooping fingertips. She began to practice the violin on the roof, just like a ponytail girl and a princess, practicing the piano in a well-off family under the guidance of a tutor. Their common dream is to attend a classic concert in the Grand Theatre. On the day of selection, the girl stood quietly outside the door with the piano box in her arms. When the ponytail girl saw her, her eyes were full of surprise, disbelief and anger. Why, why, she hasn't given up her dream of playing the violin, she is just a deaf person who can't hear music! In the deliberate provocation of the ponytail girl, the girl's violin accidentally fell, and the initiator was even more unscrupulous. Faced with oppression and exclusion, the girl did not give in and give up. She looked up at the eyes outside the window, still bright and firm. She also practiced the violin on the rooftop and performed street performances with the old artists-the violin is her happiness, her friendship and her dream-even, it belongs to the old artists. In the music, she smiled pure and cheerful, so warm and pure, even the ponytail girl passing by in a luxury private car was surprised and envious. After returning home, the ponytail girl gritted her teeth and practiced hard. She lost her temper at the instructor, her fingers danced on the keys, and the music was as intense as her mood: her family background and innate conditions were good, and she was better than the deaf man in any way, so how could she lose to her; Never, never! One person's unwillingness reflects another person's calmness, one person's distortion reflects another person's calmness-until, in the street, she and the old violinist were entangled by several street hooligans and pushed around, and the old artist was beaten up to protect her, while her violin, which had exceeded its life, fell to the ground and broke into pieces, giving a final wail. At the same time, the ponytail girl's piano solo played the last note in the grand theater. It was over, and the audience applauded her exquisite skills. The host also came out to thank her for her wonderful performance as the finale. Just as the host was about to announce the end of the concert, someone hurried to remind him, so a performer was temporarily added to the concert. The last player stood by the curtain, holding the broken violin that was barely glued together with tape. Finger joints whitened by exertion. She must succeed. As she silently swore before the bed of the old artist, she must take part in this performance and be successful. She raised the violin in her left hand and put it on her shoulder. The old artist's hands crossed in front of him, as if his eyelids were gently closed. "Music can be watched. Close your eyes and you will see. " She closed her eyes. Hold the bow with your right hand and gently pull it up. Music comes from that worn-out violin, such as water. The audience who had already lost interest and were sleepy suddenly refreshed. Carmen. The wind is as free as the wind, as frivolous as the wind, and as unrestrained as the wind. She not only plays with her hands, but also devotes herself to the music world. In the world of music, there is no bitterness to be ridiculed, no unwillingness to be forced to give up, no pain to be oppressed by power, and no physical defects. The world is so big that she is the only one between heaven and earth. The world is so small, like a cocoon tightly wrapped around a butterfly. When the clouds break the sun, the young butterfly emerges from its cocoon and wings to fly. On the vast Yuan Ye, butterflies are flying in the warm sunshine ... The music suddenly stops. She was so absorbed that her hair was messy. The audience under the stage opened their mouths wide, stupefied and unresponsive. For a long time, someone took the lead and stood up and applauded. Almost at the same time, people seemed to be awakened, and everyone stood up and applauded her. The ponytail girl stood in the crowd with a complicated expression. In the spotlight, although she was born disabled, she finally found her own music world.