楼下那个女孩又在弹琴了,相同的曲子已经重复练习了一个月。欢悦的调子一点点拨弄着我的心,在我的心头朦胧着、徜徉着。我忽然想把这悠扬的曲子录下来,但又被这种想法逗笑了,呆呆地傻笑。端坐在窗前,我看着黑色的幕布上玻璃映出的脸,陶醉在夜的风华里,这时候总会陷入回忆的漩涡中无法逃脱。记得两年前,女孩在海棠树下抽泣,女孩 The girl downstairs played the piano again, and the same song had been practiced for a month. Joyous tone a little fiddle with my heart, in my heart dim, stumble with. I suddenly wanted to record this melodious song, but was amused by this idea, staring blankly. Sitting in front of the window, I looked at the glass on the black screen reflecting the face, intoxicated in the night’s style, this time will always fall into the whirlpool of memories can not escape. I remember two years ago, the girl sobbed under the crabapple tree, the girl