歪着头,夹着棕色的小提琴,挥舞手中的弓,音符状的琴箱孔便发出了优美的旋律,弯腰谢幕,雷鸣般的掌声响起。我缓缓退场,坐在沙发上,理了理自己的头发,也理了理心灵深处的那缕阳光……当时,我还是个小提琴初学者,节奏和把位不好,拉出来的“吱吱”响声,活像一只调皮的老鼠,以至于被表哥说成“锯木头”。直到我遇到了那位老师,一切开始改变了。那天,妈妈帮我换了一位老师。推开琴行大门,一抬头,却是一 Tilted his head, holding a brown violin, waving his bow, note-shaped box hole will be issued a beautiful melody, bending over curtain call, thunderous applause sounded. I slowly exit, sitting on the couch, reason to manage their own hair, but also manage the innermost ray of sunshine ... ... At that time, I was a violin beginner, rhythm and position is not good, pull out “Creak” sound, like a mischievous mouse, so that cousin said “saw the wood.” Until I met the teacher, everything started to change. That day, my mother changed me a teacher. Open the piano door, looked up, but it is one