Autumn is strong. After a light rain, I rode my bike in the street. The cool air, accompanied by flowers on the roadside, gently hit me. Flowers filled my lips and teeth. The car stopped unconsciously. I turned around and saw yellow wild flowers in the bushes by the road. For an instant, I remembered the flowers in late summer. ...
It was a late summer afternoon, and I was still practicing piano alone in the classroom, coming early and leaving late, and practicing "late" day by day. The teacher was still not satisfied and asked me to continue practicing. It's been three days, adding fuel to the fire! I am even more impatient when I am impatient. With the footsteps, I knew that the teacher had come to check again. The teacher opened the stool, sat down slowly and closed his eyes. I know, just asking permission to play. I play it reel after reel. Halfway through the song, the teacher knocked on my piano score and signaled me to stop. I looked up and looked at him innocently. He paused and said, "Go out first and come back later. I am listening to you. " I was shocked. I wonder what medicine the teacher sells in the gourd. After some thinking, I walked out of the room, left the house and went outside.
It seems nothing special, the sky is still blue, and people are still in groups. I was just about to run back. A burst of flowers came to my face, and I turned my head in surprise I saw unknown wild flowers in the grass opposite. Pale yellow flowers reflect the afternoon sun and give off a pleasant light. The color is not outstanding, but it is still as touching as a simple girl. When the wind blows, flowers are scattered everywhere, and it really feels like the heart is bleeding. Why didn't I see such beautiful flowers when I came? By the way, at that time, I just rode by on my bike, leaving only a few wisps of air behind me. Where can I smell the fragrance? How can I know there are flowers here that taste ordinary! I suddenly thought, "Should we slow down? Be more cautious about things? " Shrug your nose, smell the flowers and throw a few eyes into the flowers. I suddenly realized! On this road of life, there will always be trivial things that hold you back, just like practicing guitar. Don't be busy with it. Wouldn't it be better to change your mind, practice guitar with your heart, play every song and do everything well? Bloom like a flower, so that everyone can appreciate the beauty of the flower. I also want music to bloom at my fingertips, so that everyone who hears music is intoxicated!
I finally understood that when I returned to the classroom and picked up the guitar, the teacher no longer embarrassed me. I no longer think about the disturbing harmony. music notation flows through my fingers like a trickle, giving people a beautiful feeling like flowers. The small classroom seems to be filled with flowers! Happy music notation gently knocked on my door and poured it into my heart, making me like music more and love life more!