如果梦想不曾坠落悬崖千钧一发,又怎会晓得执着的人拥有隐形翅膀。——题记聚光灯下的白色三角钢琴发射出炫目的黄色光晕,我缓步走上木制的舞台,观众区座无虚席,死寂的现场氛围令我本已狂跳的心更加抽搐起来,我几欲逃走。回想过去那些与钢琴为伴的日子,可谓百感交集。儿时便与钢琴结下羁绊,那时的我总是好奇这个黑色的大箱子为什么能发出如此美妙的旋律。那清幽如细水长流的旋律飘入耳中,轻轻敲击我的鼓膜,拨动我的心弦,我的身体 If the dream never crashed into the precipice, how could we know that the dedication of people who have invisible wings. - Inscription white grand piano under the spotlight emits a dazzling yellow halo, I slowly walked onto the wooden stage, the audience area packed, the silence of the live atmosphere so that I had been jumping heart more convulsive, how I want to escape. Recalling those past days with the piano, can be described as mixed feelings. When I was a kid, I was curious about why this big black box made such a wonderful melody. That quiet as a steady stream of melody floating in the ears, gently tap my tympanic membrane, dial my heart, my body