After getting the certificate of piano band 6, I gently stroked the red satin cover with my hand.

In recent years, the ups and downs of learning the piano have come to mind.

I began to learn piano when I was five years old. At first, I stopped playing when I was tired.

. "Why don't you play?" I looked at my mother's serious face and went to play again.

Another time, I was lazy when playing music. My mother saw it and said, "Laziness is right.

You are irresponsible yourself. "I deliberately played wrong, wrong again, twice or wrong, mom.

Angry, raindrop patted my ass, as if it were not her child.

. Alas, I thought playing the piano was fun, but now I know how bitter it is! In summer, I don't

You can take your children swimming at the seaside and only play the piano at home. After a while, the clothes were soaked.

Then I asked my mother, "Can you go downstairs to cool off?" Mom said, "No, one."

If you can't suffer, how can you achieve anything? "I had to keep playing with tears in my eyes ... for a while.

Sweat and tears ran down my cheeks, but my mother stipulated to play for two hours every day.

, not a minute less. Alas, if I had known this, why did I play the piano in the first place? can

Yes, it's been so long, so keep it up!

Of course, there are times to enjoy playing the piano. I'm the only one who can play the piano at home, and grandma lives there.

On Sunday, I gave my grandmother a favorite song. When I was finished, the house rang.

There was warm applause. Grandma said, "There will be a musician in our family!" "

Playing the piano is bitter and sweet. Piano! I hate you and love you. I put up with it for you.

Physical pain, soul pain. But how much pleasure have I enjoyed being with you?

Happy!

Piano, you will accompany me all my life!