院里的青草枯黄了,花也谢了。在此之后的岁月里,我竟以惊人的忍耐力熬过了父亲、母亲和邻居责备(大概受不了我的“琴声”)的时光。在练琴的噪音中,心中充满了苦恼与无奈,常幻想在一个美丽的花园里与同龄人尽情玩耍,让疲惫的身体解脱。童年的时光在一种无聊的行为中流逝。
The grass in the yard has withered and the flowers have withered. In the years that followed, I survived the reproaches of my father, mother and neighbors (probably my "piano sound") with amazing endurance. In the noise of piano practice, my heart is full of anguish and helplessness. I often fantasize about playing with my peers in a beautiful garden to free my tired body. Childhood passes in a kind of boring behavior.
终于有一天,父亲在我练完琴后对我说:“以后你别再练了。”然后把琴锁在箱子里,再没打开。我呆呆地站了半天,不知该欢呼还是该流泪。
Finally one day, my father said to me after I finished playing the piano, "don't practice again later." Then lock the piano in the box and never open it again. I stood for a long time, not sure whether to cheer or cry.
初中时:让我再看那灯光
Junior high school: let me see the light again
隔开我和父母房间的是一扇门。每晚,如果门开着,我就可以看到父母屋中柔和的灯光
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