On the stage, Wang Meng was wearing a pink off-the-shoulder chiffon skirt, the bow around her waist was cute and moving, layers of lace were embellished on the beautiful skirt, and her long hair was draped over her shoulders. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The oblique bangs are just right across the eyelids, the long eyelashes are blinking, the watery eyes seem to be talking, the small nose is of moderate height, the pink face, and the moist lips make people want to take a bite.

The beautiful eyes are full of brilliance, and there is a light smile between the red lips.

The whole person is elegant, but there is a little more dusty temperament.

The beautiful Wang Meng walked on the stage elegantly, and every step couldn't help but make people feel pity, just like everyone's girlfriends.

Walking in front of the piano, Wang Meng sat down elegantly, gently pressed the keys twice, and the scene suddenly fell silent, listening carefully to the next notes.

His hands were pulled apart from side to side, and his ten fingers flowed through the keys like water, and he tried the keys of this piano in an instant.

"It's ......"

Several music teachers at the school were stunned.

"This is the technique, this audition joke, this is the technique that a master-level talent can audition?"

"How could this Wang Meng know this technique, and how did she master it?"

"Is there a teacher at the level of a piano master behind her?"

When a string of notes that were almost practiced into a line floated out, many people who knew how to play the piano suddenly exclaimed.

You must know that this technique of audition is not something that anyone can figure out, it has to be a master-level pianist.

I didn't expect this little girl to be so powerful at such a young age.

After the audition, Wang Meng's ten fingers flew on the keys and played the first note belonging to "Waiting", and suddenly the piano music floated in the night sky.

With Wang Meng's piano music, people couldn't help but have a waiting mood in their hearts.

The road of life is a kind of waiting, waiting for oneself, waiting for relatives, waiting for love, waiting for hopes and dreams, waiting for success and results, waiting for the four seasons and nature.

Waiting is a road of life, heaven and earth, sun and moon waiting, pursuit and goal waiting, fate and change waiting, fate waiting, love and hatred waiting, I am waiting.

Yes, it is a circle, and if you look closely at the trajectory of waiting, it is a curve with an end and a beginning.

Because the trajectory of life is where it starts and where it ends.

Sometimes we don't want to, but we can't help ourselves, we have a weak heart, and some wise people have told us more than once, "Often what you want is not obtained."

Heaven and earth are round, there is no straight path in this world, and if there is, it will pass away quickly.

Lao Tzu's "Tao Te Ching" has: "The song is complete, and the straight is in vain".

Many things in the world are "intentionally planting flowers and flowers that do not bloom, and unintentionally planting willows and willows into the shade", that is, "the mountains and rivers are full of doubts, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village".

It's just that you have to stick to this trajectory, otherwise you will give up halfway and restart a curve, which is no longer the same situation at that time.

In fact, everyone is waiting, and at the same time being waited by others, as for whether these two waitings can coincide and give birth to a new, beautiful, and rounded waiting.

Wherever you start, you end there, or where you end and where you start, so that a circle, an endless circle.

Life happens to be waiting and being watched over forever on this circle.

……

At the end of the song, the applause rang out violently, and this piano piece was really great and resonated with everyone.

Music can resonate with people, but how many people have reached this level?

Everyone didn't expect that there would be a little girl here today who plays the piano so well, it's amazing!

"I didn't expect Mengmeng to play the piano so well!"

Teacher Zhang looked at Wang Meng, who bowed to everyone and retreated from the stage, and said to Ye Rongrong.

"She has a talent for playing the piano, and if she goes all the way to the end, she will definitely become a legend in the piano world. ”

Ye Rongrong nodded and said.

"I think so too!"

Teacher Zhang recognized Ye Rongrong's words, and Wang Meng was definitely very suitable for this path.

It is foreseeable that she will definitely become a piano master in the future.

Indeed, a few years later, Wang Meng became the world's most powerful female pianist and was known as the piano queen.

Together with Jiang Mengmeng, he became the two greatest music masters of this century, just a piano queen and a guzheng queen.

Hailed as the most beautiful goddess of music in this century.

It's just that few people know that their music teacher is the same person.

……

watched Wang Meng walk off the stage, and the people under the stage applauded constantly.

"Good"

"The piano is so good!"

"Whose daughter is this, she is beautiful, she plays the piano so well, I cry when I hear it. ”

"yes, it's been a long time since I've heard such a good piano sound. ”

"Haha, my son is in this school, I let my son chase her!

"You're making your son fall in love!"

"What's wrong with early love, it's so hard to find a daughter-in-law now, if you don't start early, where will you find such a good daughter-in-law in the future!"

"You have a point, I also let my son pursue her!"

"Hold the grass, your son is ready to rob my son of his daughter-in-law!"

"What's the matter with robbing, as long as my son has the ability to grab such a daughter-in-law, I will be happy!"

……

"Thank you Wang Meng for giving us a moving piano music, the following is a poem recitation, by the third year of high school class 1 Yu Sisi for everyone to recite "A Blossoming Tree", everyone applauded. ”

Following the hostess's words, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl walked onto the stage, dressed in a pink dress, and she was a beautiful elf.

How do I make you meet me,

In my most beautiful moments.

For this,

I have been praying before the Buddha for 500 years,

Ask it to make us a dust bond.

The Buddha turned me into a tree,

Grow by the side of the road where you must pass.

Blooming cautiously in the sun,

The flowers are the hope of my past life,

As you approach, please listen,

That trembling leaf is the enthusiasm I wait.

And you finally walked by in defiance,

Falling to the ground behind you,

Friends,

That's not petals.

It's my withered heart.

The touching song "A Blossoming Tree" is read out in the sweet voice of this beautiful girl, giving people a beautiful enjoyment.

This poem "A Blossoming Tree" is the work of the poet Xi Murong, who expresses a young girl's heart of spring with sincerity and shock.

"How you meet me in this most beautiful moment. ”

At the beginning of the poem, the image of a beautiful and dignified, bold and frank girl poured out, which was vivid and moving.

There is no earth-shattering, weeping ghosts and gods.

The word "the most beautiful" depicts the girl's pursuit of pure, sacred, great, and beautiful love in a nuanced and incisive manner, but without the slightest pretentiousness, which is the natural expression of the true sincerity of the girl's heart.

"The sun is full of flowers, and the flowers are the hope of my past life. ”

Some people say that love is fate, love a person or not love a person, is a feeling, is not a choice, any effort is deliberately reluctant, is in vain, if the fate is in the providence, then, the share is artificial.

The flattery of modern people is a kind of consolation of negative self-abandonment.

The woman in the poem, on the side of the road that the person you care about, is cautiously full of flowers, which is a declaration of love, and a positive achievement of the "share" of the person she wants.

The word "prudent" more delicately depicts the psychological activities of women who strive to improve themselves and look at love with a sincere heart.

Life is in a hurry, and what we inadvertently flow away is not only love? Success is destined for three points, and seven points depend on hard work, and love and hard work will win.

Falling to the ground behind you

Friend, that's not petals,

It's my withered heart.

When the person in your mind walks by in disregard, it is not the petals that fall to the ground, but the withered heart of the girl, tears, blood, loss, such as crying, and its desolate condition is tear-jerking.

However, falling red is not a ruthless thing, and turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

The one who fell to the ground is the girl's heart without shame, love without regrets, life without regrets, the truth of her love, the sincerity of her meaning, and the persistence of the pursuit of the heart!

Ye Rongrong suddenly found that he liked this poem so much.

Ye Rongrong's whole person was immersed in the artistic conception of this poem, and he forgot to watch the performance on the stage.

"Uncle, uncle!"

Seeing that he had walked to his side, and his uncle was still in a state of distraction, Wang Meng couldn't help but gently call Ye Rongrong.

"Well, you're down!"

Ye Rongrong came back to his senses and looked at Wang Meng beside him and said.

Although the lights are a little dim now, Ye Rongrong's eyes can't help but light up when he looks at Wang Meng.

It's really beautiful.

If this woman wears good makeup, this beautiful grade will rise several times!

Now Wang Meng is beautiful.

Let a man like Ye Rongrong, who thinks he is strong-willed, can't help but feel the urge to kiss her on the face.

"I've been with you for a long time, but you didn't react, uncle, what were you thinking just now?"

Wang Meng asked curiously.

What made his uncle so distracted, and he didn't feel that such a big living person came to him.

"It's nothing, it's just that the poem just now is really good!" Ye Rongrong said.

"Uncle, you're talking about "A Blossoming Tree", I love this poem very much, I read it better than her, I'll read it to you next time. ”

Wang Meng heard that Ye Rongrong liked the song "A Flowering Tree", so he spoke.

In the poetry recitation, Wang Meng felt that he was no worse than Yu Sisi in Class 1 of the third year of high school.

Because Wang Meng felt that his voice was much sweeter than Yu Sisi.

If I knew that the "uncle" liked to listen to this poem, I should have chosen the poem to recite it.

Wang Meng suddenly had such a thought.

"Good!"

Ye Rongrong nodded and said.

"Uncle, how did I play the piano just now?"

Wang Meng asked a little nervously.

This is what Wang Meng thinks about the most.

"Very good, if you give a score, I will give it a score of ninety-nine, and I am afraid that you will be proud, so I will not give it to you. Ye Rongrong said.

Regarding Wang Meng's performance just now, Ye Rongrong was very sure.

After all, Wang Meng has only been learning piano for two months, and with such achievements, he is definitely a genius among geniuses, and many people have studied piano all their lives, and it is difficult to reach this level!

"Have you seen Xu Xiaolang's father?"

Just when Wang Meng blushed and wanted to tell his uncle that his song "Waiting" was played for him alone, Teacher Zhang came over and asked anxiously. (To be continued.) )