At the moment I am falling into the rhythm of Canon.Just like on the grassland I hear the whistle coming through near my cheek.Wind bend down the grass and it seems being shew that a girl with white skirt stands under the gentle sunshine while playing her violing.Her face is fully covered by her black hair so I can not see her clearly.But it is not a pity bacause her beauty is seeded in my mind.I can not pour me out of the Canon.This fantastic music makes me into a virtual world full of pleasure and peace.The seedlings make their head out of the ground ,and the pupa become a beautiful butterfly when the music is on.All the thrivias leave with the wind and I almost can not remember who I am,where I am and what I will do.That is not important and all I must do now is to enjoy current happiness.So charming is Canon.Energy returned to my body now and all the sorrow,the loniness and the frustration have gone away.Every minute of life is fresh and you must enjoy it but not come across it.Thank George Winston for his great work.