"I practiced the piano ..." I happily went to school with my schoolbag on my back. When I came to the teacher's house, I was a stranger and became shy. When I saw the teacher, my little face could not help but turn red. "Hello, teacher, my name is XX." The teacher enthusiastically took me to the piano room, and the first time I saw the huge piano, it made me dumbfounded. I fell in love with him at first sight and made me make up my mind: I want to be a famous pianist when I grow up! When I opened the first page of the piano book, I was shocked! Why are there so many notes? It's so dense, how can I learn? The teacher seemed to read my mind and kindly said to me, "In fact, there is nothing to be afraid of. It must be strange at first, but it will become familiar after a long time, just like a friend." The teacher's words gave me great encouragement. Then I started my piano career ...
Every day, I have less time to rest than others. After finishing my homework, I began to practice the piano. Because there is no piano at home, I tapped on the white wall, which is like my precious piano in my memory. I imagined every tile as a piano key. When I tapped lightly, I heard beautiful music. The string of beating notes shook my heart, but it also gave me a shock. I am not afraid of hardship or fatigue, and I am not afraid of failure in change, because the beautiful notes always jump in my ears, because the seeds of music have long been buried in my young heart, because it is my firm belief that there is always a reward for giving, and I believe I will succeed! Day after day, year after year, the white walls have left me a witness of success-countless black fingerprints and indelible marks on my hands-calluses. However, I still practice my piano, with the encouragement of teachers and the support and companionship of my parents, I become stronger and braver. Finally, I finally achieved piano level 7 through my efforts!
Thanks to that string of jumping notes, I know that only giving can bring me a reward, thanks to him for letting me know the beauty of the music world, and thanks to him for letting me appreciate the joy of success. Bitter first, then sweet, only by personal experience can we understand this profound truth.
I will never forget that string of jumping notes!