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自行车的轮子在飞快地转,汗流浃背的我仍嫌它不够快。近来, 从学校到家的这段路程好像长了许多。天色已黄昏,路灯在 闪烁,远远的前方有盏红色的灯,我像是在奔它而去,而它 却也像在远远地招唤着我。 终于到家了,汗水没擦,边挂书包,边摘下挂在架子上的小提琴盒。迫 不急待地打开琴盒盖,一把极为漂亮的小提琴展现在了我的面前,它那优雅 的身躯,泛出暗红的光彩,修长的琴弓安然地躺在琴盒里。 记得第一次发现小提琴的美妙之音是在我上小学的一次夏令营篝火晚会 上,老师用小提琴为我们伴奏:“我们是共产主义接班人……”琴声、歌声、 篝火、月光、星星、老师、同学,这一切都是那么神奇、美妙。我要拥有一 把小提琴的期盼从此开始。
The wheel of the bike is turning fast, sweating I still suspect it fast enough. Recently, the distance from school to home seems to have grown a lot longer. The sky was dusk, the lights were twinkling, and there was a red light in front of me. It was like running away from it, but it was like calling me far. Finally home, sweat did not rub, while hanging bags, while hanging off the shelf on the violin box. In no hurry to open the lid, a very beautiful violin show in front of me, it is elegant body, glow of dark red glory, slender bow safely lying piano case. I remember the first time I found the wonderful voice of the violin in my summer camp campfire in primary school, the teacher accompanied us with a violin: “We are communist successors ... ” piano, singing, bonfire, moonlight, Stars, teachers, classmates, all this is so magical, wonderful. I hope to have a violin from the beginning.