Eight years! How long, how the short? I was only 12 years old, so to say, they do account for two-thirds, while a century of life, but depending on to add hint of color Bale.
From year-old, I started learning piano, this, I cried, laughed, too sad, sighed over, bittersweet rally together, it is in colorful.
Speaking of why to study it, strange, because in kindergarten, the teachers have sprung up and it was curious that it has attracted. Wonderful notes, and write more than just music, there are more things in the world about this wonderful, young and innocent in my head, taken root, never put away.
Home, tell parents, I want to learn the piano, they first shocked, then seriously said to me: "You know, if you want to learn it, must not give up halfway, if you can not be done, then do not learn well you? "because there are small, and can not fully understand the meaning of these words, but still, very serious nodded in agreement. Who knows what's insistence, it really adhere to eight years.
Than a course, it is more like a friend, though, do not love practicing the piano, but sometimes also to all his emotions, all the blame to the music, as a friend to pour their hearts out.
Now, I would accompany me for eight years and this friend said goodbye. The sorrow and grief are faint, hint of grief, and never forget the helplessness of that, whether good or memories. Really good-bye.
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