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Boya is good at playing the piano, and Zhong Ziqi is good at appreciation. When Boya played the piano, he thought of Gao Shan in his heart, and Zhong Ziqi listened to it and exclaimed: "You play so well!"

It's like the majestic Tarzan, standing in front of me! Boya thought of flowing water in his heart, Zhong Ziqi was fascinated, high-fived and said: "Wonderful, the sound of this piano is like a rushing river flowing through my heart!"

No matter what Boya thinks in his heart, Zhong Ziqi can accurately say what he thinks. After Zhong Ziqi's death, Boya felt that there was no bosom friend in the world who knew him better than Zhong Ziqi, so he smashed his most beloved piano and stopped playing the piano for the rest of his life.

Boya is good at drumming and piano, and Zhong Ziqi is good at listening. Boya drum and piano, aiming at the high mountains, Zhong Ziqi said: "Good, like Mount Tai!"

Aiming at flowing water, Zhong Ziqi said: "Good, like a river!" "What Boya reads, Zhong Zi will get.

When the child died, Boya said that there was no more acquaintance in the world, but he broke the strings of the piano and never regained the drum for life.

Adopt it or not.

It should be possible to translate it all into a modern story.

Original. Boya is good at drumming and piano, and Zhong Ziqi is good at listening. Boya drum and piano, aiming at the high mountains, Zhongzi said:

Good, like Mount Tai! Aiming at flowing water, Zhong Ziqi said: "Good, like a river!"

"What Boya reads, Zhong Zi will get. When the child died, Boya said that there was no more acquaintance in the world, but he broke the strings of the piano and never regained the drum for life.

Boya swims in the yin of Mount Tai, dies in the rainstorm, stops under the rock, the heart is sad, is to help the piano and drum it. At the beginning, it was the exercise of "Lin Rain", and it also created the sound of the collapse of the mountain. Every time the song is played, the bell is full of fun.

Boya sighed and said, "Good, good! The son listens to the husband's ambition, and imagines my heart.

Where am I fleeing? ”

Translations. Yu Boya is good at playing the piano, and Zhong Ziqi is good at listening. When Yu Boya played the piano, he thought of the high mountains in his heart, and Zhong Ziqi listened to it and exclaimed:

All right! The sound of this piano is like a majestic Mount Tai standing in front of my eyes! Yu Boya thought of flowing water in his heart, and Zhong Ziqi said

I played it so well, the sound of the piano was like a rushing river flowing in my ears! Whatever Yu Boya thought in his heart, Zhong Ziqi could accurately say what he thought in his heart. After Zhong Ziqi's death, Yu Boya felt that there was no bosom friend in the world who knew him better than Zhong Ziqi.

So, he broke the strings of his most beloved piano, broke the piano, and never played the piano again for the rest of his life.

Boya was touring to the north of Mount Tai and suddenly encountered a torrential rain, under the rocks; I felt sad, so I took the piano and played. At first, it was a song of continuous rain, and then it made the sound of a mountain collapsing. Every time a song is played, Zhongzi can always find the source of its taste.

Boya put down the piano and sighed: "You listen to the tune well, good!" My imagination is like my mind.

What about me letting the sound of the piano escape your ears from **? ”

Aiming at the clouds, Zhong Ziqi said: "Good, leisurely like the sky." ”

Aiming at the maple leaf, Zhong Ziqi said: "Good, Xiao Xiao Xi is like a maple tree." ”

Aiming at the sea, Zhong Ziqi said: "Good, vast like the sea." ”

Aiming at the horse, Zhong Ziqi said: "Good, neighing like a BMW." ”