演唱比赛后台。我坐在椅子上看着身边人来人往。穿过忙碌的人群,我看见老师在沙发上一根接一根地吸着烟,不时叹口气,眉头一直没有舒展开来,看看一直耐心教导我的恩师如此失望,我不禁有些犹豫与迷茫。转过身子,不忍再看,害怕好不容易下定决心再一次改变。这时一位女发飘飘的老人映入我眼帘,他低着头认真地抚摸着手中的二胡,倔强的笑容挂在脸上,竟像是个孩子,他仿佛感受到了我的注视,抬头看向我,我们相视一 Singing competition background. I am sitting in a chair watching people coming and going. Through the busy crowd, I saw the teacher inhaling cigarettes one by one on the couch, sighed from time to time, brows did not stretch, look at my mentor has been patiently taught me so disappointed, I can not help but feel hesitant and confused. Turned around, could not bear to look, afraid finally decided to change again. At this moment a fluttering old lady came into my eyes, he bowed his head seriously stroking the hands of the erhu, stubborn smile on his face, like a child, he seemed to feel my gaze, looking up to I, we look at one