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Posters all over the wall, red, fearless, say it now, safe &; Sound ..... Photo albums and records piled up in the log closet-elegant figure with blond hair and red lips.

Looking at the wall where a ray of sunshine pours in from the window full of flowers-the outline of honey color outlines the quaint brilliance, the plain copper string condenses a little dim light, pulling the pear-shaped piano body of log color-an acoustic guitar, I think it has been several years-from its unique sleek, slightly dim but not shiny appearance,

I admire-or like-this country musician who is only 24 years old. American country music was once relegated to the second place under the pressure of strong pop music-until this girl appeared. Taylor Swift, like a small meteorite falling from the sky, awakened the misty country music and injected new power into it. I have to say that her appearance has brought the country music scene to a new peak. Her popularity once surpassed that of Canadian rock divas Avril Ramona Lavigne, Lady Gaga and Adele, who is famous for her strength, and she became one of the hottest female singers in North America. She infected the whole world and made people know American country music again.

I leaned down and walked to the acoustic guitar. I saw overlapping fingerprints on the guitar strings, like spirals,

Back in December, trembling chords sounded in my ears. Guitar circuitous, plucked string vibration, surrounded me layer by layer. I like Taylor to put her blonde hair aside, put on a blue coat of washed jeans and a flowing long skirt, hold her acoustic guitar in front of her and relax and sing-this is the simplest and most real state. Taylor's voice was a little relaxed, comfortable and hollow, as the skin trembled. Behind her, the voice with texture is astringent and quiet, singing-she is sitting on the stage, facing her audience, with a quiet and charming smile.

What I like is this water-like purity. For a short time, she sat by the window with her guitar in her arms, looking at the ears of wheat and wild flowers everywhere outside the window. She is remembering, describing a story about herself in her mind, a story as beautiful as a poem, or a story that hurts her heart. The best day, we will never be together again, dear John,

Forever & always, back to December … Her songs have their own stories. Actually, I don't totally think she is singing. She is telling stories to people who listen to music in a way that has no national boundaries.