梦想总是遥不可及,是不是应该放弃。花开花落又是一季,春天啊你在哪里。——《老男孩》一琴房远远的,曼妙的小步舞曲旋转着传来,音符叮叮咚咚地跳出小木窗,春末的阳光也和着这如水的琴声轻悄悄地吟唱。旧旧的木门“吱呀”一声被推开,满脸雀斑的老板娘从门后探出半个脑袋:“要关门了,还不赶快走!” Dreams are always out of reach, is it right? Should give up. Blooming is another season, where are you spring. - “Old Boy” A piano far, graceful minuet spin around, notes dingling out of the small wooden window, the late spring sunshine and the sound of the piano is also quietly singing. The old wooden door “squeak ” was soon opened, freckled boss out from the door after half a head: “to close the door, do not hurry to go! ”