我注定是与音乐无缘的。从记事起我就是一个抑郁、木讷之人,不善言谈、不苟言笑。这些可以从我沉沉的双眸读出,从我倔强的嘴唇看出。但这并不代表我不喜欢音乐,不代表我不向往妙音。“感时花溅泪,恨别鸟惊心。”我整个人也是这样的。记得我上初中时还是梳着两条长长的辫子,穿着姐姐打下来的宽大的衣服,背着娘用手缝制的有长长带子的花书包。我不喜欢也很少与同学为伍,更喜欢一个人静静地独行。会为一枚落叶忧伤,或为一群蚂蚁哭泣。那时的我根本不会 I am destined to be missed with music. From the memoir I was a depressed, stiff man, not talking, stern. These can be read from my heavy eyes, seen from my stubborn lips. But this does not mean that I do not like music, does not mean that I do not aspire to wonderful sound. “Sense of splash tears, hate other birds startling. ” I am the same person. I remember when I was in junior high school or combing two long braids, wearing my sister to wear a large dress, back with her mother hand-sewn flowers with a long bag. I do not like and rarely class with classmates, preferring to be alone and quietly. Will be a fallen leaves sad, or cry for a group of ants. I did not know that at that time