“34 5|34 5|55 i|5—|……”琴声反反复复地从小充的手指缝间挤出来,虽然极不协调,可在我听来却是那么优美。忽然传来一声叹息,琴声断了。只兄小充(?)着右手手腕连声叫:“累死了!累死了!不弹啦!不弹啦!”说着把电子琴推到一边。该来(?)“思想教育”了。我让孩子从到我膝上,开始讲起来: “李白小时候很贪玩,不用功。育一次,他到野外去玩,经过一座小桥,看见桥下有一个老婆婆正在用力磨一根铁棒,累得满头大汗。李白感到很奇怪, “34 5 | 34 5 | 55 i | 5- | ...” The sound of the piano squeezed back and forth between the fingers of the young, though very uncoordinated, was so beautiful to me. Suddenly came a sigh, broken piano. Only brother Xiao Chong (?) With his right hand in line with the voice called: “exhausted! Exhausted! Not playing it! Not playing it!” Said the keyboard to one side. The (?) “Thought education” was. I let the children from my lap, began to say: "Li Bai was very fun childhood, fertility, he went to the wild to play, after a bridge, saw an old woman under the bridge is being forced to mill an iron rod , Tired sweating profusely. Li Bai felt very strange,