她身着一件白色浅底碎花的长裙,清新的脸,神采奕奕,洋溢着自信的微笑。她美丽,飘逸,像蓝天下一片时卷时舒的云朵,正款款地向我飘过来。她在轻轻地舞动,舞动她的步伐、她的青春、她那灵巧的手指。她的舞步不在华美的舞台,也不在这明媚的春光中,而在那轻盈小巧的键盘上。她舞得随意,舞得潇洒。她叫张瑛瑛,是一位在键盘上舞动青春华年的女孩子。她的故事,就是与键盘结下的不解之缘。 She wore a white floral dress, a fresh face, a radiant, confident smile. Her beautiful, elegant, like a volume of blue clouds when the Shu volume of clouds, is the money to me drifting over. She was gently dancing, dancing her pace, her youth, her dexterous fingers. Her stage is not in the gorgeous stage, nor in this bright spring, and in that light and compact keyboard. She danced freely and dancing gracefully. Her name is Zhang Yingying. She is a girl dancing Chinese youth on the keyboard. Her story is the bond with the keyboard.