I fully understand my mother's worries now. I was a three-minute child since I was a child: I bought a piece of cloth, stopped playing on the grounds that the glue stick was gone, and was directly left out in the living room by me. China gave up tying the rope because his fingers were not thin enough and skillful enough, and there were diamond stickers and cross stitch ... Almost everyone did, and it was inevitable that my mother didn't trust me.
On the day I bought the organ, I felt and fiddled and had a good time. You can press it, but you have no good temper. At the beginning of school, the five fingers were unusually United, as if they were glued together, and they could not stretch out. And often press the noise. I began to lose heart, but I gritted my teeth at the thought of my mother's distrustful eyes.
When I go home every day, the first thing I do is to play a tune. Slowly, I feel that my fingers can be stretched out flexibly, and my anger is not on the rampage, and I don't fold my fingers. Row your boat basic Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake,
This is the power of music.
Three years have passed, and I have grown little by little from a novice who knows nothing. When I think of my mother's words again, I just want to shout, "Who says I can't! “
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Typing is not easy. Although time has passed, I'd better give it the best.