Piano

On the red sun of Xishen, the fallen orange is painted over the sky. In the setting sun, the ancient path of Cang Sang is full of fascinating style, which is extraordinarily quiet. Everything in the heavens and the earth seems to be drunk in this frozen but very short-lived beauty, stopping all sounds.

I dragged a long shadow and strolled through the quiet ancient road. My heart rolled over thousands of thoughts, and I was saddened by the setbacks and disobedience. Suddenly, a melodious piano sound mixed with Xu Qingfeng gently into my ears. The wonderful piano sound seems to be far away, it is not available, and it seems to be very close and lingering. I stopped my footsteps and let the string of smart jumping notes slide across the heart and dance happily.

The sound of the piano is still swirling on the path in the darkness of the sun, but it is like a clear spring to wash away the dirt of the soul for each passer-by, washing away the tired dust. My thoughts gradually merged with this wonderful and beautiful piano sound, and there is a sense of detachment from red dust, "heart-shaped interpretation, and Wanhua."

I walked along the traces of the sound to a dilapidated hut. This melodious piano sound is coming from inside. When I was about to hold my breath and enjoy it, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped. A young boy passed into my ear: "Grandpa, I am tired. Playing the piano is really happy. Although I can't see it, I can feel it with my heart, is it?"

An old voice: "Yes, Xiao Yan, you play very well. I saw how flexible your fingers are, just like dancing on those keys." My heart suddenly felt like an electric shock, and my mind rose. Many question marks, isn't it... they are... I sneaked through the long-lasting glass window and saw that a seven-year-old girl was famous for her hands and spoke to an old man. It’s just that the little girl’s eyes lose the radiance of water and spirit, but they reveal a sense of happiness and confidence. She is a blind person! And the old man sitting is actually a monk! My heart was deeply touched again, and the warm tears of the two lines rolled quietly. This tear is sweet!

The sunset has taken up the last glory. At the moment I turned away, the beautiful piano sounded again, and once again made me inexplicably moved. The old road echoed the laughter and the touching voice of the grandson and the grandson. The pace of my progress has become firm, because on this dark night, the touching sound of the piano is the bright light for me to move forward.

The fifth grade of Anyang City: Purple Millennium Ice