Today, someone said to me, "After studying music and dance for so many years, I'll give you a random score. Can you play it right away?" I said, "My sense of rhythm is not good." She laughed, "Hey, you are a music student." "Yes, I have studied music for so many years. Although I am not a professional, now I give you a score, and you can't even guarantee the minimum rhythm. This is really funny, so I started to panic about music. What happened to me? At the beginning, a piece of music made my heart boil and I was desperate. What do I take music for, or what music means to me? I just played the piano, and I felt terrible. Some people said that practicing time is the most difficult time, and you have to put up with the noise pollution before going on stage. However, when I compared it with the professional level, I found that I not only couldn't keep up with the rhythm, but even the most proud charm when I played the piano was dwarfed by others. I'm ashamed. Music, do I still love you and respect you as I did at the beginning? My fingers are no longer flowing, no longer "the silver bottle will jump when it breaks water", and the notes are so boring that without life, just like a dancing butterfly, it has lost its beautiful wings and can only fall under a yellow leaf and die quietly. Music has no life, which is the last thing I can tolerate, but now I am like a fierce butcher, waving a kitchen knife to the beautiful melody, personally killing everything beautiful. I'm so scared, what's wrong with me, my respect for music, what's wrong, what's wrong ~