树上的麻雀叽叽喳喳,谁家的姑娘在抚琴,放眼春光无限好,只是伴奏不对调。——题记哆咪嗦,哆发嗦……“啪!”我白净的手背上赫然多出了一个五指印,“又弹错了,用心点儿,用心点儿!”旁边钢琴老师的口水如雨点般砸下。悲催的我昏昏欲睡,老师,你搞清楚好不好,现在是早上六点,我困得连五根手指都分不清,更别说那些难懂的音符了,弹错也是难免的吗!我无奈地翻了翻白眼。早在一个月前,我还是个沉醉在美好假期中的娃,不知我妈从哪儿听到了什么风,说什么弹琴可以培养人的气质,还可以陶冶情操,于是把我推进了艺术的 The sparrow on the tree twitter, Whose girl in the Fuqin, look at the infinitely good spring, but the accompaniment is not right. - Inscription 哆米 repetitious, duo winded ... ... “”! “” I white hand impressively out of a five fingerprinted, “and bumped wrong, attentive, attentive! ” Next to the piano The teacher’s saliva drop like rain. Sad reminder of my drowsiness, the teacher, you figure out is good, and now it is six in the morning, I’m so sleepy even five fingers are indistinguishable, let alone those difficult notes, and wrong is inevitable it I reluctantly rolled my eyes. As early as a month ago, I was still a drunk girl on a beautiful vacation. I do not know where my mother heard what the wind, saying that playing the piano can cultivate human temperament, but also cultivate sentiments, so pushed me to art