从老师家出门来,我问:甜甜,你怎么把萧邦忘了呢?甜甜的泪水刷地下来了,哽咽着说:我也不知道,弹到一半突然一片空白。This is the first time I came to the piano lesson with no purpose, no pressure, in complete emptiness. It feels relaxing but weird. For years and years, no matter how I hate practicing piano, how sleepy I am, how I fight with Mom on piano, I still have to do what I have to do. It becomes part of my life. Now I have passed Level 10, and accomplished what we had aimed for, I am losing my goal. 我插言道:that's ok, we always have moments of this in life. You should be proud of yourself. You need a break.
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Dad, don't interrupt me, let me finish my farewell speech. I still remember the first time I saw J. play piano, I envied him so much and wanted to learn piano so much. But when you really put me to the piano class, I found it so boring to have to play the same assignment again and again. Mom was playing with me, but I did not like her to play all day and play better than me, making me feel so stressed. As time goes on, I found myself not good at anything. Piano is perhaps one of the few things I am decent for. I learned dancing many years and ended up finding myself not a material for dancing. I finished all basic swimming classes, but I did not go further to the competitive class, and cannot claim myself good at it. I learned violin for over two years, but I cannot even play a simple song today. I love art, and can sit for hours drawing drawing trying to be perfect. But I have never been trained. I really have little to be proud of myself for. But at least I have piano. I have decent talents of music. With music sheet, I can play almost anything. This is something I should never abandon. At least, I am not a good-for-nothing......