黄昏降临了,窗外模模糊糊的。屋内灯光下,我正在无聊地敲打着钢琴上的黑白键。突然,一阵小朋友的嬉戏声欢快地传到我耳朵里,我的眼泪顿时像断了线的珍珠,涌出了眼眶。我边哭边想起刚学琴时,觉得钢琴就像一个能发出不同音乐的大玩具,对我有着很大的吸引力。可现在才知道,弹琴是这么苦!想到这儿,我暗暗发誓:从 Dusk is coming, the windows are blurred. Inside the house, I was bored with the black and white keys on the piano. Suddenly, a while children's frolic sound spread to my ears, my tears suddenly like a broken string of pearls, gushing out of the eyes. As I was crying, I noticed just when I learned the piano, I felt that the piano was like a big toy that could give off different kinds of music. It was very attractive to me. But now I know that playing the piano is so bitter! With this in mind, I secretly vowed: From