手起,弦鸣。琴声从指中溢出,汇成涓涓清泉,缓缓流淌。清香的空气揉杂着温润的琴音,有一种愉悦的味道,飘摇的节奏牵着阳光的裙角,一起轻歌曼舞。手中的琴仿佛成为跳跃的精灵,戴着神秘的光环,在花园里穿梭,时而在栀子花枝头逗留,时而与纷飞的玫瑰花瓣共舞,时而在薰衣草丛里奔跑。我的双手被这精灵召唤着时上时下,时左时右,划出一道道美丽的弧线,撒下一片芬芳。 From the beginning, the strings are ringing. The sound of the piano overflows from the fingers and merges into a clear spring, slowly flowing. The fragrant air is mixed with the warm sound of the piano. It has a pleasant taste. The wafting rhythm leads to the sun’s skirts and sings together. The piano in his hand seemed to be a jumping elf, wearing a mysterious halo, and traveling in the garden, sometimes staying on the branch of gardenia, sometimes dancing with the rose petals, and sometimes running in the lavender bush. My hands were summoned by the elf when it was time and time, and when left and right, a beautiful arc was drawn and a fragrance was sprinkled.