那片海,一直都那么蓝。我就出生在这片海边,从小听着潮涨潮落的声音,唱着属于海的歌曲,诉说着自己的喜怒哀乐。那片海,承载着我童年的记忆,蓝了我成长的时光。记不清是哪一天了,只记得那是一个蝉鸣躁动的夏日。一如往常,我提着我的二胡去老师家学习。不知何时开始,我最讨厌做的事似乎莫过于拉二胡,我讨厌它只有弓和弦的单调组合,我讨厌它剥夺了我休息的时间,我讨厌它夺走了我太多太多的快乐…… That piece of the sea, always so blue. I was born in this seaside, grew up listening to the ups and downs of the sound, singing songs belonging to the sea, tell their own emotions. That piece of the sea, bearing the memory of my childhood, blue, my growth time. Can not remember what day, just remember that it is a restless summer cicadas. As always, I mention my erhu to the teacher home to learn. I do not know when to start, the thing I hate to do is pull the erhu, I hate it only monotonous combination of bow and chords, I hate it deprived me of rest time, I hate it took me too much happiness ...