? I don't know when to love. If we must trace back to the source, we must start from the primary school in memory. At that time, because of my father's job transfer, I transferred to the county experimental primary school with my father. At an early age, I suddenly entered a new environment, and everything was strange and scary … until one day in music class, a handsome young teacher came to teach us and played the accordion. This is the first time I have seen this instrument. I watched the teacher's fingers dancing flexibly on the black and white keys, listened to it playing wonderful music, and swept away the strangeness brought by the new school. Because I felt its wonder, I deeply liked the new school, new teachers and new classmates.
? I still remember when I was in junior high school, my father was transferred to a power station preparation headquarters. Every winter and summer vacation, I always go to the place where my father works for a holiday. Father has a record player, with many records, including Yue Opera, Peking Opera and pop songs. I remember, he also started to play music early every morning (now that I think about it, my serious father is actually a literary youth). I remember one time, my father's colleagues came to see my father, and my father was away. At that time, because there was no mobile phone, it was not so convenient to find someone today. He told me that as long as the music is played loudly, your father will love his record player and will come back soon. So, he really turned on the record player and mischievously turned the volume to the maximum. Sure enough, a few minutes later, his father appeared in a hurry. He immediately rushed to the record player and turned down the volume. After many years, I still remember how much my father loved it. I like music, which should be influenced by my father! Father's love is like a mountain, and its influence on children is always subtle.
? Went to the normal school. The school requires us to choose a course between music and art. Choosing music means learning at least one musical instrument and mastering singing skills. The first instrument I practiced at that time was the erhu. The teacher is very strict and often takes surprise exams. However, no matter how I practice, I can't play music. I really have no confidence in mastering at least one musical instrument, so I have to take art as an elective. Of course, I have no talent for studying art, but at least it seems that I can "make up for the shortcomings with diligence." Every weekend, all the students who are talented in painting are gone, so I can only stay in the classroom and paint. It is said that my grandfather is a friend of Rodin. His old man has quite a lot of photography, calligraphy and painting works, but they have not been passed on to me in the next generation. I often think that God didn't give me any artistic cells when he shaped me, which should be quite a headache. My lack of talent doesn't seem to affect my love of music and singing (even if I change my tune when I walk). At that time, students who could play musical instruments or sing on the stage were full of infinite worship.
? Have a job. At that time, the amateur life was lonely, and it was never as colorful as it is today. Borrow a tape recorder from a friend and play your favorite music over and over again. Our only fun as young resident teachers is to buy a lot of tapes, listen to pop songs, chat and drink tea. I remember, at that time, my best friend and I were assigned to different schools, but they were all in the city. Therefore, whenever we find a good song, we always share it with each other for the first time. * * * Listening to a good song together can make us as happy as a holiday. Just joined the work, facing naughty students, they haven't mastered the teaching materials and teaching methods, and they are full of confusion, helplessness and helplessness about life. It was music that made me successfully spend the hardest time at the beginning of my work.
Later, audio equipment experienced VCD and DVD players ... No matter how they evolved, no matter how time passed, their love for music remained, and a heart that loved music remained intact. Music brings me touch and beauty! It bathes my heart in sunshine! Always kind! Always be grateful!
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