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微凉的轻风徐徐吹过,有一位穿着鹅黄色小碎花裙子的女孩,坐在山野上,拉着小提琴,她的琴声时而激扬,时而静如水,而躲在稻草堆里的一只田鼠,也拿出了自制的小提琴,学着女孩的动作、表情,却拉出一段惨不忍睹的琴声来。这位女孩叫墨弦,她每天都会跑到田野里来练琴,她的琴声,总能振奋人心,可是今天,躲在稻草堆里的田鼠,似乎听出了不一样的感觉。拉着拉着,墨弦就垂下了头,她轻轻叹了一口气。田鼠从草堆里跳了出来,他把用树枝做的小提琴,颤颤地递到了墨弦的面前。墨弦吓得眼睛张得好大,她害怕极了。
Slightly cool breeze blowing slowly, there is a girl wearing a little yellow floral skirt, sitting in the mountains, pulling the violin, her piano sometimes boosting, sometimes calm as water, and hiding in a straw mush , Also took out a homemade violin, learning the girl’s movements, facial expressions, but pulled out a horrible sound of the piano. The girl called the ink string, she went to the field every day to practice the piano, her piano always inspiring, but today, hiding in the straw mush, seem to hear a different feeling. Pull pulled, the strings dropped his head, she sighed gently. The volent jumped out of the haystack, and he passed the violin made from the branches to the strings of ink. Her strings were so scared