“啪”的一声,我感觉到脸上火辣辣的痛,眼上像蒙了一层雾水。我模糊的看见了妈妈那张愤怒的脸,“为什么不认真弹琴?”她喊道。我没敢说话,只是默默地流泪。的确,我为弹琴已经受过不少皮肉之苦了,可总是死不悔改。2003年3月12日我开始学习弹琵琶,开始时对这个陌生的东西还蛮有兴 “Pop” sound, I feel the pain of hot face, eyes like a layer of fog. I vaguely saw her mother’s angry face, “Why do not you play the piano seriously?” She cried. I did not dare to speak, just silently crying. Indeed, I have suffered a lot of flesh for the piano, and can always die without repentance. March 12, 2003 I started to learn how to play the pipa. At first I was quite pleased with this strange thing.