时间过得好快,转眼的工夫又到一年钢琴考级的时候了。那天,我早早来到考级地点。考场外,选手们有的三三两两地站着,说着悄悄话;有的一屁股坐在凳子上,时不时翻几页乐谱;有的则伸长了脖子,朝考场里张望;更有甚者干脆席地而坐……考场内,人也很多,可大家都静静地坐在凳子上,倾听着考级选手弹奏。他们的琴声时而像蚕丝那样柔软,时而像钢板那样坚 The time flies fast, the blink of an eye another year to the piano test time. That day, I came to the test site early. Apart from the examination room, some of the contestants stood in twos and threes and whispered something. Some sat down on stools, turning pages of sheet music from time to time; while others stretched their necks and looked toward the examination room; ... ... examination room, a lot of people, but we can all sit quietly on the bench, listening to the test player to play. Their piano sounds are sometimes as soft as silk and sometimes as hard as steel