当理查德的《星空》第一次在我耳边响起,我就被那莫名的乐音残酷地打动,我呆呆地靠在破旧的栏杆旁,后面是我高三的教室——学子们正在争分夺秒地拼前途,而我这个疯狂的“慢性自杀者”却被一曲钢琴曲摄走了魂。那是雨白后天晴的一个上午,天特别蓝,远处雨水洗过的树丛给人一种脱去了尘埃的怡人感。我的目光漫无目的的游移,直到《星空》猝不及防地在广播中响起。蓦地,像事先约好了似的,一群家鸽从那片绿丛中腾空而起,就像《星空》活的音符,在蓝色的天空中潇洒地挥一挥翅,便消失在蓝色的旋律中,消失在天空的静谧中。乐曲在毫无预备的情况下以反复回旋的手法收了音,但我一时无法接受这个现实,我不信这么美妙乐曲会有结束的时候,我站在那儿,目光定格在蓝天中鸽影划过的地方,感到一种难以言传的失落如雾一般漫上心田。在高考前紧张的节奏中,我囚禁了《星空》 When Richard’s “Starry Sky” sounded in my ear for the first time, I was brutally touched by the inexplicable music, and I leaned back against the shabby railing behind my third year’s high school classrooms Fight against the clock to fight the future, and my crazy “chronic suicide ” was a piano song taken away the soul. It was a clear morning after the rain, the sky was particularly blue, the rain washed the trees in the distance gives a sense of dedication to the dust off. My gaze wandered aimlessly until “Starry Sky” caught off guard on the radio. Alaska, as agreed beforehand, a group of pigeons vacated from the green bushes, like “Starry Sky” live notes, waving gracefully in the blue sky, disappearing in the blue Melody, disappeared in the quiet sky. The melody was repeatedly cycled without any preparation, but I could not accept the fact for some time. I did not believe it so beautiful. When the music was over, I stood there and fixed my eyes on the pigeon Place, feel a kind of unspeakable lost as fog generally diffuse heart. Tense pace in the college entrance examination, I imprisoned the “Star”