“叮叮咚咚……”钢琴声响了起来。我看看表:下午四点整。照例,表姐又开始训练她那小学五年级的女儿弹琴了。每天如此,一年多了。然而,就是我这个音乐的外行,也听得出来:弹得不行。又该发火了——我想,果然,不出所料——表姐的训斥声、孩子的哭泣声传了过来。我连忙开门去劝。只见孩子抹着眼泪嘟哝着:“我学不会,弹不好,我根本就不喜欢弹钢琴……”表姐也气得流出了眼 “Ding Ding Dong ... ” The piano rang. I look at the table: at four o’clock in the afternoon. As usual, cousin began training her fifth grade daughter playing piano. So every day, more than a year. However, it is my layman of this music, also can hear: not play. And it’s time to get angry - I suppose, and sure enough, as expected - cousin’s cries of repentance, the crying of children passed over. I quickly opened the door to persuade. I saw the child wiping his tears mumbled: “I can not learn, play well, I simply do not like to play the piano ... ” cousin also angry out of the eye