踏进广州美术学院的大门,左拐,走完一条幽静的林荫道,再右拐,下斜坡,往左走到尽头,有一栋居民楼,这就是杨老师的家。十一年没变的路,十一年不断的情。我的钢琴梦起始于一个中秋夜,那时的我还没有上小学。我只记得,当时妈妈问我想不想学乐器,并向我举了几种,她说到钢琴时,我好奇地顿了顿:“钢琴?”见我感兴趣,妈妈的眼睛闪着光。其实我对学钢琴没有什么概念,不过还是迷糊地踏上了这条路。我换过几个琴师,她们不是在小区的幼儿园里教音乐的老师,就是邻居家业余学琴考过级的大姐姐。上课时,我总是心不在焉,学无长进。妈妈和大姐姐时常互相对视,眼中流露出无奈的神情,看到这,我甚至会窃窃地笑,直到我遇见杨老师。第一次到杨老师家里拜访时,我就被屋里艺术气 Step into the door of the Guangzhou Academy of Fine Arts, turn left, walk through a quiet avenue, then turn right, down the ramp, left to the end, there is a residential building, which is Yang’s home. Eleven years did not change the way, eleven years of constant love. My piano dream started on a Mid-Autumn Night when I was not in elementary school yet. I just remember when my mom asked me if I would like to learn the musical instrument and asked me a few words. When she said the piano, I curiously paused: “Piano? ” See my interest, my mother’s eyes flashing Light. In fact, I have no concept of learning the piano, but still embarrassed to embark on this road. I switched to a few musicians, they are not in the district’s kindergarten to teach music teacher, is the neighbors amateur piano over the big sister. When class, I always absent-minded, learn no growth. Mum and big sister often looked at each other, showing helpless look in my eyes. When I saw this, I even laughed until I met Mr. Yang. When I first came to visit Yang’s home, I was exalted in the house