spring goes and summer comes, and autumn harvests and winter hides. In a blink of an eye, I was 12 years old.
In these days, I am grateful for the piano.
when I was a child, I never practiced the piano well-my mother chased me away with a small whip behind me.
after the sixth grade, with the increase of homework, the time to play the piano is much less. However, I like playing the piano more and more. Maybe the harder it is to get, the more you cherish it.
it's a breezy afternoon. I walked aimlessly in the garden, thinking and making up a sad story in my head. Suddenly, turning around, I went home. On a whim, I put on a long white dress and turned on the dusty piano, as well as my dusty memories.
My hand is slowly covered with the black-and-white keys. Gently, a string of notes slowly flows out from my fingertips, pouring out a ticking sound. It is a "Seal of Rain".
at that moment, my fingers became so slender and dexterous, jumping and flying on the keys. At this time, my fingers are like ten elves, dancing lightly in the world of music. The gentle place is like water, and the chord place is like a drum. Each string of arpeggios is almost comparable to my tutor.
Raindrops fall from the sky, making the bamboo forest greener, the peach forest redder and the stream clearer ... In the rain, pedestrians with umbrellas are walking slowly; Naughty children would rather let the rain wet their clothes than wear raincoats; Charity mother, smiling through the glass window ...
When I really lost myself in this piece of music, I found that pearls were glittering and translucent in my eyes. So bright, so gorgeous.
when you play the piano for someone you can't forget, that kind of sadness can't be contained in your music anymore. Many times, it is your great honor to have something for you to vent.
I was so lucky to have the piano in those days.
I love the piano, and I love the days with it.