七年来,我一直认为我和钢琴真的无缘,我常常这样向人描述:我喜欢音乐,喜欢艺术,可我就是不喜欢钢琴。不喜欢,当然也谈不上憎恨,只是觉得我与它之间总是隔着一面玻璃墙,额头紧贴那通彻透亮的玻璃,却是那样冰凉;注视着那抹庄重的黑,却总也够不到它。 For seven years, I always think I really missed the piano, I often describe to people like this: I like music, like art, but I just do not like the piano. Do not like, of course, no hatred, but I think it always separated by a glass wall between the forehead close to the transparent glass, but it is so cold; Not enough to it.