艺术!有人认为艺术是那萦绕在指尖久久不愿散去的音符,甚至一朵雕刻精美、玲珑娇小的白萝卜花也被称之为一种艺术,而我的艺术之声是小提琴。学校的课程丰富多彩。每当周五的第五节课结束时,兴趣课堂便开课了。四年级的我走进教室,第一眼便被讲桌上那崭新、泛着亮光的小提琴深深地吸引住了:四根细长的琴弦在琴身上闪着银白色的光,琴身就像一个有趣的小企鹅先生,而琴弓似乎是身穿洁白舞裙翩翩起舞的芭蕾公主。 Art! Some people think that art is a note that has long been reluctant to disperse at your fingertips. Even a delicate carved white radish flower is also called an art, and my artistic voice is a violin. The school’s curriculum is colorful. Every Friday the fifth class ends, the interest class begins. In fourth grade, I walked into the classroom, and at first glance I was deeply attracted to the brand new, glowing violin on the table: four slender strings flashing silvery white light on the body, Like a funny little penguin, the bow seems to be a ballet princess dancing in a white dress.