午后,阳光踩着猫步,在窗边优雅自如地舞动着。屋子一角的琴落上了些许灰尘,在阳光的眷顾下似在闪烁。恍惚中,在模糊的光影中,我看到了重叠交错的影像。是的,那是一段闪着光泽、恣意而自由的日子。从小学琴,六年琴音相随的日子,在繁忙的初中生活中渐行渐远。闭上眼,我想我始终忘不了那段自由时光。是什么在浅吟低唱?我仿佛听到了成长拔节的声响。是的,《童年的回忆》似涓涓细水在指间流淌,清脆而畅达,携带着丝丝感伤。我的心开始飞腾起来,倏地飞进了外婆家 In the afternoon, the sun steps on the catwalk, dancing gracefully and gracefully at the window. The piano in the corner of the house fell a little dust, blinking under the blessing of the sun. Trance, in the fuzzy light and shadow, I saw overlapping images staggered. Yes, it was a gleaming, wanton and free day. From the primary school piano, six years piano accompanied by the day, in the busy junior high school life lopsided. Close your eyes, I think I always forget that free time. What is singing in the shallow? I seem to hear the sound of growing joints. Yes, “childhood memories” like a trickle of water flowing in the fingers, crisp and accessible, carrying the slightest sentimental. My heart began to soar, suddenly flew into the grandmother