“我已经尽力了,弹不好能全怪我吗?”我歇斯底里地大吼,心中划过一丝无奈、一丝愤怒、一丝冲动。我试图让自己冷静下来,却又一次失败了。好久没能控制住自己,只听得“呼呼”的声音,我已站在瑟瑟秋风中,接受着寒意的洗礼,一阵又一阵……几分钟前,我还坐在钢琴的前头,凝视着那几行整齐划一却了无生趣的音符。这些小蝌蚪在我眼里就像在漫无目的、悄无声息地胡乱游走,慢慢地,终于在书页上搅成一团,混淆着我的视线。我的手指还搁在琴键上,却僵硬得可怕,也冰冷得让人打 “I have tried my best, can not play blame all blame me?” I roared hysterically, my heart crossed a trace of frustration, a trace of anger, a trace of impulse. I tried to calm myself down but failed again. Long time no control over myself, only hear “whirring ” voice, I have stood in the autumn wind, accept the baptism of chill, while after another ... ... a few minutes ago, I sat in front of the piano, Gazing at those few lines neatly but uninteresting note. These little tadpoles in my eyes like in aimlessly, quietly wandering casually, and slowly, finally scrambling on the page, confusing my sight. My fingers still rest on the keys, but they’re stiff and scary, and they’re cold and playable