轻柔的风,将印有淡色纹样的垂地窗帘吹起。我的指尖,触摸着《加沃特舞曲》的乐谱。早晨的微光,透过窗帘的缝隙潜入房间,在深棕色的小提琴上轻轻跳动。窗外,偶尔有几辆车驶过,卷起的尘埃很快在湿冷的空气中消失不见。而此时,我架起琴,双眸中映出的是初见它时掩饰不住的兴奋,那是一种如火焰般炽热的爱。 Gentle wind, the curtain will be printed with light patterns drape curtain. My fingertips touched the score of the Garvet Dance. The glimmer of the morning, slipping through the curtains and into the room, beating gently on the dark brown violin. Outside the window, and occasionally a few cars pass by, the rolled-up dust quickly vanishes in the cold air. At this time, I set up the piano, reflected in the eyes is the first time it can not conceal the excitement, it is a kind of flame-like hot love.