已经不记得第一次知道世界上竟然有钢琴这种奇妙的乐器是什么时候、什么场景,只有那份不自觉的冲动始终如初。黑与白,最简单又最具反差的搭配,很自然地就会散发出一股神秘的气息。无论是否有演奏者在现场,总会很自然地想象出自己在演奏的样子,那种陶醉是如此真实,以致自己常常陷入这样的幻象中,久久不能自拔。童年总是在幻想与幻灭中一点点褪去光鲜华丽的外壳,不经意间我们就长大了。无论愿不愿意,长大还是以一个无可奈何、无可阻挡的结点到来了。童话梦破碎了,碎得如此彻底,甚至无法拼凑出一块完整的记忆,只有碎片、满地的回忆,来不及整理。我们 Do not remember the first time I know the world even have such a wonderful piano instrument is what time, what the scene, only the unconscious impulse has always been the same. Black and white, the simplest and most contrasting mix, it will naturally emit a mysterious atmosphere. Whether or not there is a performer at the scene, it is always natural to imagine the way he is playing, the kind of revelry so real that he often falls into such an illusion for a long time can not extricate themselves. Childhood is always fantasy and disillusionment faded a little gorgeous shell, inadvertently we grew up. Whether willing or not, growing up with a helpless, unstoppable node has arrived. Fairy tale dream broken, broken so thoroughly, and even can not piece together a complete memory, only fragments, memories of the land, too late to organize. we