我坐在那里,一动不动,手心里满是汗。又一曲乐曲结束,周围掌声响起。我麻木地随众人拍着手,看着那个头发梳得乌黑油亮的小男孩从琴上慢慢挪下来,向台下露出标准的八颗牙,鞠了一躬后走了下来。灯光映照下的光圈在他的头顶晃动。我没来由地开始惊恐——还有3个就到我了。我本能地望了望后面家长席中的你。你正眉头紧锁,想必为我即将到来的演奏而紧张吧!看惯了平时笑脸盈盈的你,我倒真不习惯你现在这副局促不安的样 I sat there, motionless, palms full of sweat. Another piece of music ended, applause sounded around. I numb with all the people patted their hands and looked at that black hair shiny little boy from the piano slowly move down to the stage exposing the standard eight teeth, bowed and walked down. Aperture under the light shines on his head. I started to panic without reason - and three more came to me. I instinctively looked at the back of the seats in the parents of you. You are frowning, presumably for my upcoming performance and nervous it! Used to seeing the usual smile you, I really do not get used to you now that insensitive