折磨“我再也不要弹了!”我将五线谱扔在琴上,大喊着向楼下跑去。一片混乱中,有怒吼的声音,掺杂着我的名字。我摇了摇头,加快了步伐。“哐当”一个踉跄,我跌倒在地,又颤抖着爬起来,跌跌撞撞地向楼道跑去。泪水不断从眼角流下来,怎么也止不住。“放弃钢琴吧。”“不要放弃!”两个不同的声音交织在脑中,让人心烦。我再也受不了了,抱着头无助地哭了起来。钢琴的旋律再次响起,我捂紧耳朵。那冰冷的声音却 Torture “I do not want to play! ” I throw the staff on the piano, shouting ran downstairs. In a chaos, a roar of voice mixed with my name. I shook my head and accelerated the pace. “哐 当 ” A 踉 跄, I fell to the ground, and trembling climbed up, stumbled to run to the corridor. Tears flow down from the corner of my eye, how could not stop. “Give up the piano. ” “Do not give up! ” Two different voices intertwined in the brain, people upset. I could not stand it anymore, crying helplessly holding my head. Piano melody sounded again, I cover my ears. That cold voice is