我有一把沾满了泪水的小提琴。当我刚满五岁的时候,就开始了我的学琴生涯。记得那一年的大年夜,外面北风呼呼吹着,还下着雨,天阴冷阴冷的。我冷得直跺脚,手指冻得通红通红。奶奶看见了,心疼地说:“纯纯,你的手指怎么变成十根红萝卜了?”说完,轻轻抚摸着我的手,让我取暖。我瞟了 I have a violin full of tears. When I was just five years old, I started my piano career. I remember that year's big, outside the north wind whistling, but also raining, the days cold and cold. I was cold and stomping my fingers cold red flushed. Grandma saw, distressed to say: “Pure, how your fingers into ten carrot it?” Finished, gently stroking my hand, let me warm. I am 瞟