少年宫古筝班,多了个叫聪聪的小姑娘。这天周末,老师叫聪聪弹奏了一曲《黄鹤楼》。灵巧的小手在琴弦上跳跃,像天籁之声从指缝里泻出一样,如高山流水,似涓涓细流,顿时,雀跃般的教室变得鸦雀无声了,筝童们向她投去赞许的目光。她抿着小嘴,朝老师点点头,稚脸红得像两朵含苞欲放的 Children's Palace guzheng classes, more than a small girl called Cong Cong. This weekend, the teacher called Cong Cong played a “Yellow Crane Tower.” Dexterous little hands leaped on the strings, like the sounds of nature pouring out of their fingers, like mountain streams that seemed to trickle down. Suddenly, the caper-like classrooms became silent and the kite-boys cast their approbation on her . She puffed his mouth, nodded toward the teacher, like blushing like two Hanbaoyu