刚学琴时,流畅的琴声常常回荡在楼中的过道,伴着我的激情和欢乐,清脆而悠扬地留在心中。如今,那琴声却沉重而僵硬,像一个巨人在呻吟。我的激情和欢乐早已烟飞云散,换来的是无趣和心不在焉。我一遍遍地重复着曲子,可是怎么也弹不出以前那种欢乐的感受了。我不禁有些恼怒,转身离开了琴,跑到床上,将头埋在被子里生着闷气。我对自己说道,你怎么这般没出息,越弹越差。就在我想要放弃的时候,我想到了钢琴家郎朗。 Just learning the piano, smooth piano often echoed in the aisle of the building, accompanied by my passion and joy, crisp and melodious stay in my heart. Now, the sound of the piano is heavy and stiff, moaning like a giant. My passion and joy have long gone, in exchange for being boring and absentminded. I repeat the song over and over again, but how can I not feel that joy before? I can not help but feel irritated, I turned away from the piano, went to bed, stuffed my head in my quilt. I said to myself, how do you get so poor, the more the more the worse. Just when I wanted to give up, I thought of the pianist Lang Lang.