指间的曲,心中的歌,一首首都萦绕在我的心头,让人留恋种种,尝到生活的丝丝甘甜。小时候,钢琴老师总说我弹不出曲子的韵味,尽管我刻苦练习仍达不到目标。一本曲谱摊在琴架上,我读着五线谱,不时在琴键上敲打几下,妈妈夸我“未成曲调先有情”。 The song of the fingers, the song of the heart, a capital lingering in my heart, let people love all kinds of, taste the sweetness of life. When I was a child, the piano teacher always said that I couldn’t play the rhythm of the tune, although my hard work still didn’t reach the goal. A music score was spread out on the zither frame. I read the stave and tapped a few times on the keys. My mother praised me as “unfulfilled.”