The past time no longer exists, but what leaves me the most is the memory in time. I once fantasized about going back in time, but I couldn't do it after all, so in my heart, the past life left me only good memories. ...

I recall spring, the season when birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. We sang loudly and walked on the field path. Spring outing attracts children most, but cooking and running games are more enjoyable. We sat under the tree and looked at the sky. The sky is blue. Under the blue sky, the branches have sprouted, and I seem to see them grow sturdily, bathed in the spring sunshine. Isn't that bud exactly what we are full of vitality?

I remember summer, a season full of new green. There are countless flowers and grasses growing in that small garden that belongs to me. The grass is shining and the flowers are blooming more brightly! Sporadic flowers are scattered in the small garden. Although not as charming as peony, not as fragrant as jasmine, it is still so lovely and beautiful. In the distance, a yellow dot flies, it is near, it is closer! Oh, it's a bee, Tiny. It landed on a wild chrysanthemum, sucking the sweet nectar. When it leaves, the pollen goes with it, and along with the bees, it settles everywhere. Isn't that our hardworking gardener?

I remember autumn, the harvest season. In the field, you see, it is full of gold, which keeps fluctuating with the wind, just like rolling waves. In the orchard, apples and pears are covered with branches, watery and mouth-watering. Take a bite, the fragrance is overflowing and it will be unforgettable for a long time. On campus, we chattered endlessly. After a summer vacation, we miss each other. During the summer vacation, we learned a lot. Isn't that knowledge our harvest?

I remember winter, a warm season. Although the leaves have fallen, occasionally a bird can be seen singing in the tree; Although the grass is yellow, it will grow again next year; Although the cold wind on New Year's Day is still biting, New Year's greeting cards are full of warmth everywhere. It entrusted the friendship, sincerity and blessings of the students. Isn't that the warmth for a long time?

I recall the past and look forward to the future. Let them be full of birds, full of new green, doomed to harvest, full of warmth. Let them leave me more beautiful memories!

There is a photo under the glass plate of my bedside table. The little girl with a childish face and a piano in her hands in the photo is me. Whenever I see this photo, I always think of an incident that happened in kindergarten.

It was the day when I was 6 years old. The bell rang and everyone was playing outside. I saw the teacher correcting homework, sitting on the piano in the corner of the classroom, singing "Counting Ducks" that the teacher just taught me, nodding my head and pretending to play on the keyboard with my hands. At this moment, I felt that I was really playing a ballad. Gradually, I seemed to walk into the dreamland, watching the ducklings swimming in the river under the bridge in front of the door, then I came to the river and counted "one, two, three, four"-suddenly, I woke up from the dreamland with a click. I quickly got up from the piano bench and ran to my seat.

The teacher came up to me, bent down and asked me, do you like playing the piano? I nodded at once. The teacher called me to the piano, sat on the piano stool, squared up and played emotionally. The teacher smiled, his hands moved and jumped freely on the keys, and the piano sounded like a bell.

A beautiful piece of music played from her hand fascinated me. I was immersed in the sound of the piano and seemed to forget everything. Listen, I feel like I'm in a vast field. Holding a whip, driving the sheep happily. The sun shines on the earth, birds fly freely in the blue sky ... I am silent in the embrace of nature and enjoy a happy time. ...

It was that close contact with music and the emotional expression of kindergarten teachers that made me fall in love with music and chose Ouhai Art School and piano.

Now my piano has passed Grade Five, but as long as I see that photo, I will recall the happy scene six years ago.