自从升人初中,眼泪似乎与我无缘了;人大了,当然不能再像从前那样动不动就掉眼泪。然而那一次,我哭了。那是初一时。我准备考钢琴五级,每天都刻苦地练习, 仔细地记着谱子,一遍又一遍地弹琴,力求完美。终于到了考级的那一天。我怀着紧张的心情来到了考场,想象着当我 Since tearing up junior high school, tears seem to have nothing to do with me; when people are big, of course, they can no longer cry as they once did. However, that time, I cried. It was the first time. I’m going to test the piano five levels, practice hard every day, remember the scores carefully, play the piano over and over again, and strive for perfection. It was finally on the day of the test. I came to the examination room with a tense mood and imagined me