"Erhu" composition

Erhu, this used to be the most important thing in my life, but now I have given up. Whenever the erhu is played on TV, I have an indescribable feeling, the freedom of not having to practice the erhu, and the regret of giving up. On a quiet night, the bright moon is in the sky, and a golden disk is reflected in the calm lake. It was early autumn, a slight cool breeze was blowing, the shadows of the trees were dancing, and the shadows of the trees underground were trembling slightly. It’s been a long time since I heard the low, hoarse sound of the erhu. Last night I heard the long-lost sound of the strings next to the supermarket. In my eyes, the erhu is a symbol of depth, revealing one's innermost feelings through tears and complaints: either fate is changeable and fortune plays tricks on people; some are struggling hard and striving for self-improvement; or one is giving up on oneself and lamenting the injustice. The scene at this time reminded me of the first time I saw Erhu when I was 5 years old. The moon was full that day. Not far away, the melodious erhu sound flowed slowly along with the moonlight, and voices of praise came from time to time. "Oh, you played well. Master, please play another song. You played really well!" I followed the sound and saw an erhu player. Under the moonlight, his hair was gray, his cheekbones were high, and his body was thin and short. The bow dances on the strings under the control of his hands, and beautiful music is produced here. The piece he played was more sad than beautiful. The bow and string rubbed together softly, making a low "hissing" sound. His right hand drives the bow, as if endowed with life and emotion, gliding freely and smoothly over the strings, like a bird flying freely. The left hand is holding the thin neck of the piano, and the five fingers are dancing on the strings, doing various tricks. From then on I fell in love with Erhu. My mother started letting me learn Erhu from a teacher. After learning the erhu for a year, I particularly enjoyed listening to "Er Quan Ying Yue". After knowing that the composer was the blind man A Bing, I felt even more the deepness of the erhu in the music, which contained a bit of perseverance and perseverance of a blind man. Constantly strive for self-improvement. Since then, A Bing has become my goal. After I came to Duqiao, I learned Erhu from Teacher Zhou in Jiaojiang. Following her, I learned the passionate "Horse Racing", the lyrical and slow "Good Night", the ups and downs of "Purple Bamboo Tune", the cheerful "Jingle Bells"... I picked it up again, that Although rough, the erhu is engraved with my hard work...