Everyone in the audience was instantly shocked. When the first note came out, everyone's eyes widened. Not only the students, but even the teachers in the front row raised their necks and leaned forward,
So that the ears can be closer to the piano. In fact, a microphone has been placed on the piano, and the sound of the piano has been transmitted through the microphone to the console in the background, and then transmitted from the console in the background to the speakers in the lobby.
"Okay, this is good!" The three old men finally nodded, and the three of them gathered together to discuss, pointing at Li Xiaohu.
The whole place was silent, and everyone was listening attentively. The piano music was like a rubber band from childhood, bringing everyone back to the fun of childhood, and back to the pure shyness and dream, as if it brought everyone with it.
Arrived in the fields, reached the sky...
The piano played by Li Xiaohu seemed to be magical, intoxicating everyone. Close your eyes and listen to this music, and you will easily recall some past events.
It makes people feel like they are immersed in a dreamy scene. In early spring, the leaves have taken out their buds and the flowers have grown buds, but scattered snowflakes are still falling gently. I am walking alone in the vast snow,
The snow was not very deep. I raised my head slightly and looked at the woods in the distance with a smile on my face. When I walked into the woods, I saw a certain tree. I remembered the joy of climbing trees and picking fruits with my friends in my childhood, so I stood there.
, recalling the happy time. After that, I continued to walk with a smile. Walking gently, remembering the beauty of my childhood, sighing softly, unconsciously feeling a little regretful. I was full of emotions, as if expressing my emotions, like
I was meditating, lamenting the passage of time, and lamenting the passage of time. When I walked out of the woods and walked on the thin snow, my mood was no longer so relaxed, but became a little sad and melancholy.
The sound of the piano was unpredictable, and it seemed to be coming to an end in the blink of an eye. After Li Xiaohu’s little finger finished, the whole place fell silent. No one opened their eyes, and everyone closed their eyes the moment the music started. No one was reluctant to close their eyes.
, because of such a dreamy piano sound, I am afraid that it is difficult to hear such a dreamy piano sound in my lifetime. The dream of snow is indeed a dreamy sound. Everyone seems to have seen the scene of the ice and snow melting in early spring, and saw the buds sprouting.
