琴响,入梦。花儿不知不觉已开满枝头,风中飘散着阵阵花香,阳光下娇嫩的花瓣犹如春的使者,预告着春天的到来。花下少女轻轻地抚着琴,琴声萦绕在花瓣中,飘扬着,悠悠长长,仿糖预示着生命的诞生。梦,也伴随着琴声阵阵,在春风的沐浴中萌发出新芽。琴断,惊梦。 The sound of the ring, the dream. Unconsciously, the flowers have been full of branches, and the flowers are floating in the wind. The delicate petals in the sun are like the messengers of the spring, and the arrival of spring is foretold. Under the flower, the young girl gently leaned over the piano, and the sound of the music lingered in the petals, fluttering, long and long, and the imitation of sugar foreshadowed the birth of life. Dreams also accompany the bursts of cymbals, sprouting in the spring breeze. Broken piano, dreaming.