My piano

I have a piano and I have been with me for 4 years. It has no regrets, let me knock on its tiny keyboard, and live in a place forever day and night. If unfortunately I have to play more than 10 o'clock, it has no way, but I did not complain to work from the embarrassment, listening to the sound of the strings.

Its black body is so huge, but the tiny keyboard plays a vital role. Listening to my mother, this piano has more than 200 kilograms, multiple! The piano is about 130 centimeters high and 145 centimeters wide. It is a huge monster!

I remember when I was in the first grade, when many great clubs moved this 10,000 "Oldman" piano home, I wiped my eyes and couldn't believe that this piano belongs to me, just staying. Stay there and stay there. I gently stroked the 88 lightweight keys and couldn't put it down. just……

Innocent, I don’t know that it’s a lot of work to do if I want to practice a good piano. So, very quickly, I began to hate this huge thing - the piano, because it hurt me three times and five times by the teacher, being beaten by my parents; it hurts me to play less time than other classmates; it has harmed me to taste never before. Lost sense; it hurts me... I hate the piano!

Once, I was in a good mood. When I was ready to go out to HAPPY, my mother’s voice of “Playing the piano!” was so harsh, so disgusting, my good mood was suddenly washed away. I had to go to the piano with a sigh of relief after a bang, and my hands beat the piano with resentment on the piano. After the bombing, I went to my small room again, took out the diary, and put on the mood diary logo: "★ Turn ☆ Overall trend: ♀ Reason: Piano!" Turning over the previous one, almost the reason for the decline is because of the piano! Hate...

Until one day, things were greatly reversed. At first, I was bothered by my homework. In the sound of my mother’s “playing the piano”, my mood fell to minus 10 °C, dragging the shoes that were not heavy at the time but worth a lot of money. Already an old friend who has been with me for more than 4 years, I suddenly feel that it has given me a sense of comfort. I think that in the past, those unhappy times, the piano more or less brought me a sense of comfort. When I was sad, The piano is my best friend, and it uses his body to make a sound of the piano to appease me. After sitting on the bench, playing the melodious piano piece, "Tearing a Friend", suddenly felt that I really missed one of my best friends, the piano, like this song, and at this time, I grew up 4 Years old, its body is already dusty, the years have passed, my piano is also... my heart trembled, I can’t think of it, the biggest loss I have in 4 years is to miss a friend, now Its tone is not as accurate as before, but it has accompanied me without regrets.

However, remembering the happy times, as if it would smile at me every time, looking at it, its body seems to be more beautiful. I remembered that I used to learn a new song. It was my best encourager and admirer. Every time I played the piano, it was my best admirer; every time I was on it, it was my best. Cushion... I like it now, thank you very much, I understand, I missed it, I don’t hate it!

Recalling the old friend who has been with me for 4 years, I and its scenes are all in front of me. The flowing water, although it has passed through a period of time, but can not pass the feelings of my piano, we are always friends, my piano!