Flowers and Boys

w88 casino Gao Chang

(Source: "Beijing Examination News"2012-11-12）

There is a violin. Although I haven’t touched it for a long time, I always remember the days when I studied piano at my teacher’s house. Under the warm sunshine of the afternoon, accompanied by the sound of the boy's piano, cherry blossoms bloomed lightly and quietly.

At that time, I was in the fifth grade. I was already quite tall and could play the largest piano. The teacher placed me in a room that resembled an inner room with a girl of the same age who played the piano. The room had dark yellow wooden floors and a black piano covered with purple silk, giving it a nostalgic feel. On the wall is a very old large brown mirror, which adds some traces of time to the people and things reflected. The room opposite, which is usually used as a living room, is a classroom for three girls who also play violin. They were only in the first or second grade, and the piano they held in their hands looked as small as a toy in my eyes.

The days of learning piano are fun and lazy. Every time, I carry the piano case, walk through the courtyard, say hello to the teacher in the living room, and then walk into my small room. At that time, the girl playing the piano always arrived first, and she took the piano for me. After I changed my shoes, I smiled beautifully at her. During class, I played mine and she played hers. After all, they were all“King and Queen”'s musical instruments, no one's voice overshadows the other's, they don't disturb each other. However, when the teacher was not around, I would always sneak up to her seat and listen to her play her favorite music. She also taught me a few simple piano pieces, and I can still vaguely figure out the fingering techniques.

My best song is "Flowers and Boys". At that time, I finally moved from the first string to the fourth string, and the teacher gave me this music score. I no longer had to repeat the etudes every day in front of a thick textbook with a black cover. I put this thin piece of paper on the piano stand and started practicing almost impatiently. I like the warm and lively high notes at the beginning of this piece. My fingers jump nimbly on the fretboard, and my mood brightens. However, I prefer to listen to the soothing and melodious bass in the second half. On the third and fourth strings, rub the strings slowly. I like to play the two slightly thicker strings the most. They have a deep sound. When I pull them, the vibration makes the half of my face that touches the piano go numb.

After I could play the entire song, the teacher accompanied me on his guitar. When I could play the entire piece fluently, the teacher asked the girl to play the piano with me. Later, we all learned more difficult and famous songs, but we still often played "Flowers and Youth" during breaks. Because there is the joy of our initial tacit understanding.

There is a cherry tree in the courtyard of the teacher’s house. Every spring and summer, it is our only pastime during class. After class, our two and a half-year-old children and our three little children moved small stools and sat under the tree, looking up at the cherry blossoms. The pink is tender and tender, and after blooming, it is like rain. In midsummer, when the cherries turn red, we can’t wait to pick them. Stepping on the stool, holding a full branch in his hand, the red fruit was in his hands. Among the three children below, one held a pot under the tree, another fetched water to soak the freshly picked cherries, and the youngest secretly stuffed the washed cherries into his mouth. The teacher would look at us with a smile and see our little mouths bulging as we ate. Sometimes he plays the guitar for us and tells us many stories……In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed.

This summer, I went back to visit the teacher. The sound of the piano is still faintly played, and the cherry tree in the courtyard is still there, but it is already deep summer, there are no flowers, and the trees are so green. There are no red cherries either. I don’t know if they were picked early or if they fell naturally. I accidentally met a female doll from that time, a girl whose eyes narrowed into a line when she smiled. At that time, I liked calling her name the most——“Rain Pigeon, Rain Pigeon”. Now, she has grown into a tall girl, but her little face has not lost its childish look. Looking at myself again, I smile, and there are signs of growth on my body.

It’s true——I will be a pedestrian again.

That year, it was nothing but flowers blooming.

Attachment: Original report link

http://bjksb.bjeea.edu.cn/html/ksb/kaoshiwenhua/2012/1112/45566.html