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The sound of the erhu class is no longer a dream (prose)

Author: Wang Xiuguo (Hebei Huailai)

The sound of the erhu class is no longer a dream (prose)

The golden wind is cool, and the osmanthus is fragrant. In this fruitful golden world, on the Yangguan Avenue leading to the erhu class, light footsteps quietly came in the carol of the National Day. Suddenly, there was laughter and laughter in the classroom, and the squeaky sound of killing chickens in the class gradually disappeared one by one, and a joy rose in the hearts of the students. With yesterday's memory corridor, the students carried the tenderness of the autumn breeze and the depth of the years, stepping on the music of life on the path paved with fallen leaves!

The sound of the erhu class is no longer a dream (prose)

Teachers and students have a deep affection, work hard together, caress the strings, and use that immature timbre to play the symphony of the past and the future. The beautiful yearning is like a beautiful poem, chanting the reverence and praise for the old university! It also tells the common aspirations and ideals of the erhu class!

The sound of the erhu class is no longer a dream (prose)

In this colorful golden autumn, we use the strings to capture those fleeting good times. Although it is nearly dusk, it is still bright and brilliant in the school and on the stage!

The sound of the erhu class is no longer a dream (prose)

The erhu class on the stage for the first time, although the skills are young, the emotion is full, every note is full of life power, she is like a beautiful scenery, after a cloud and rain after the beginning of the sun, it is as sincere as the natural grass and trees dyed with dew, as if the morning glory blooms softly, the winding path climbs to the heights, Mu Changfeng is mighty, watching the clouds and clouds, full of sincere melody so that the immortal state of mind also becomes leisurely and comfortable in this autumn scene, poetic and picturesque!

The sound of the erhu class is no longer a dream (prose)

Erhu, she is the best companion for musicians! The blend of fingertips and strings creates beauty and harmony, which makes people intoxicated, and the string sound is like crying, conveying the voice of the pianist! Friends, for the sake of ageless youth, for the sake of musical dreams, please hold the bow and pull the strings, and make your life more exciting!

(Photo by Han Zhigang)

The sound of the erhu class is no longer a dream (prose)

Editor: Niu Yixin/Li Xunxiu/Song Zhanlin, Editorial Department of Qingyanwei Literature

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