There is a language whose carrier is not words; there is a language whose understanding does not rely on the eyes; there is a language whose understanding does not rely only on the brain. It is music, music that touches people's heartstrings. Babies always fall asleep peacefully in their mother's lullabies, the Chinese Red Army regains its own land in battle songs, and Mongolian herdsmen drive their cattle and sheep on the grassland in bold folk songs... Whenever that beautiful sound rings in my ears The music, so full of rhythm and sweet melody, always makes me intoxicated. I have always envied those music masters. The music suddenly rises, and the sound of music is like a turbulent sea, sweeping like a storm, resounding throughout the whole world. venue. The music is majestic and unrestrained, full of overwhelming potential. My heart seemed to be controlled by this music, just as surging and as exciting. I dreamed that I would also play this beautiful song.

Another long summer vacation has begun. I watched my classmates walk into the music store one by one and opened the first sheet of music dream in my life. I walked into this sacred music palace, holding my favorite musical instrument in my hand, I was so excited...