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“这个音是什么?”老师敲了一下琴键,继续用一种冰冷的口气问我。我背对着钢琴站着,对老师的问题一脸茫然。空气继续凝固着,接着是无法打破的沉默,一两分钟后,老师似乎彻底放弃了,她不耐烦地摇摇头。看着其他同学一个个准确无误地说出老师弹的音和和弦,我感觉整个人在往下坠,孤独无助。钢琴班的四个同学中,我的水平是最差的,我听不出老师弹的音,无法完整连贯地弹出一首
“What is the tone? ” The teacher knocked on the keys and continued to ask me in a cold tone. I stood back to the piano, the teacher’s question looked blankly. The air continued to solidify, followed by the silence that could not be broken. After a minute or two the teacher seemed to give up completely and she shook her head impatiently. Looking at other students one by one accurately speaking the teacher playing the sound and chords, I feel the whole people falling, lonely helpless. Among the four classmates in the Piano Class, my level is the worst. I can not hear the sound of a teacher playing, and I can not complete a complete and consistent pop-up