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Chapter 110 Pipa

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    ?My mother was studying at university in Suzhou, and often met a girl carrying a pipa in the alleys of Suzhou, who was delicate and gentle, and Wu Nong spoke softly.  At that time, she had already chosen an instrument for her future daughter.

    ? In the second grade of elementary school, he started to learn the piano, under the tutelage of Mr. Min.  Mr. lives in the back mountain of Normal University, which used to be Liangjiang Normal School. The campus is quaint and known as the most beautiful campus.

    What impresses me deeply is that at that time, carrying the piano on my back, I walked along the campus corridor all the way to the back mountain, and then went up the stone steps.  There are no street lights on the mountain at night, and it seems that I have never been afraid.

    Sit down first thing, tuning.  The ditties that the teacher plucked at random while tuning the strings were all very nice.  Then came the scales, minor repertoire, major repertoire.  The gentleman is gentle and elegant, never speaks loudly, and is very patient when giving instructions.

    ? Occasionally, I didn¡¯t practice the piano because of my heavy studies. In fact, my husband knew it as soon as he heard it, but he never pointed it out.  Reorganize fingering and rhythm with me.  This makes me feel guilty.

    I have learned many repertoires with my husband, and my favorite is "Flying Flowers and Diancui", which is also one of my husband's favorite repertoires of ancient Yingzhou tunes.  There are no complicated fingerings and tone changes, just simple pushing and pulling, soft and delicate.  It really went around the beam for three days, and the voiceless sound continued.

    Later, when I went to study abroad, I had to say goodbye to my teacher.

    After that, grade examinations, orchestras, and pure music gradually drifted away.  When the exams were over and the tour came back, Qin was put on the shelf and never touched again.

    ? I once thought, if I had been following Mr. at that time, just learning the music purely, whether the piano is not dusty today.  But the past and the possibility in the world, which one can start from scratch.

    One of the first few articles I wrote has been closed, and I don't know what went wrong.  Flipping through the old piano score today, I remembered my husband again, so I tried to send it again.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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