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The next day, the old professor sat on a wooden chair in the woods and waited for me, as usual. For some reason, I smiled at the old professor, raised the piano again and began to play, the old professor had a bright smile on his face, and beat rhythmically in his hands. My heart is pounding:

In order to encourage me to insist on practicing, the old professor actually said that he was deaf, and he had good intentions in order to train me. I bowed deeply to the old professor and said: "I heard them say that you are the most famous professor in the ** college, thank you for always being my only audience, they all think I play the violin ugly, it is you who give me the confidence to continue playing!"

Thank you! The old professor walked over with a smile and said: "Child, your piano has reached the point of being superb, ** listen to your feelings with your heart, play with your heart, I believe you will succeed!"

I nodded confidently and said, "I will!" ”

The only thing is that the world is unique. I would like to be his only audience, that is, when he is happy, sad, sad, and unwilling to communicate with others, he only wants to come to me to tell me and vent his dissatisfaction.

At the concert, I was reunited with the kind old professor.

At the time, I was concentrating on playing the violin. Inadvertently, I saw a familiar figure, and if I looked closely, yes! It was her, the scrawny, gray-haired old professor.

Immediately, I burst into tears, recalling the time I used to spend with the old professor.

The next morning, I got up early, sat down in a chair in front of the window, and stared out the window, remembering my sister's words over and over again, and I was already in awe of the old woman. Without much thought, I rushed out of the house, trotted all the way to the old woman's door, and plucked up the courage to knock on the door.

The door was opened by a man he had never met. When he told me that the old woman had moved out of here last night, I froze. Walking quietly into the woods alone, until I reached the little wooden chair, my heart was filled with gratitude to the old lady.

I bowed deeply to the empty wooden chair and played the first tune. In the light of tears, the old woman's calm smile was dimly seen.

On this day, I finished playing the violin and was about to pack the case, when suddenly, I saw a familiar figure sitting on the seat in the last row, and I saw my sister exclaiming: "Oh, oh, yes... It's you!

Oh my God, teach... Professor! "What?

I was also surprised, I threw the violin aside and ran to the last row, only to see my only listener, smiling at me. After a while, she pointed to the piano case on the stage and said, "Hehe, I saw that even the piano case was dropped!"

I also smiled and said, "Of course! "We laughed out loud in the audience, oh, my only audience!

My heart was pounding. It's like it's going to pop out of your mouth, yes.

Time passes minute by minute. The professor came, and she smiled at me.

My heart was in a mess, and I didn't know what to say. Two words came out of his mouth: "Professor." ”

The professor's face turned from a smile to a serious one, and she sat down in the wooden chair unhurriedly. "I see, you get it all. ”

Kindness. I don't know where to put my two hands, I replied.

Both were silent, and only rustling could be heard in the woods.

Teach. Professor, non. Very. Thank. You, if. Not really. You, me. I'm likely to also. Won't pull yet. Pulls so well. I finally finished speaking.

Actually, I only did you a small favor. When I first saw you, I saw you standing under the tree and standing up solemnly. I wanted to enjoy your piano skills, but who knew that your piano sounded like sawing trees.

I was shocked, and seeing how quickly you became depressed, I knew you lacked faith. Your every move made me decide to help you regain your confidence. The professor said with a smile.

Thank you so much, Professor. If it weren't for your encouragement, I would have given up. I said gratefully.

You are very diligent, you insist on practicing the piano every day, you see that you can even play the "Moonlight" sonata now. The professor said.

The professor asked me to play the last song. With that, I took out my violin.

The first tune was played. The music was accompanied by rustling footsteps. In the forest, there were more and more people.

The leaves flutter in the forest.

Stupid, can't you just make up some things according to the text.

I also won't do this homework.

Neither will I. Assignments too.

We're doing this job too. No, it won't.

It won't be long to continue to write, and I'm too lazy to write it, but Ye Fan can give you a little idea.

I can write that "I" still insist on practicing, and the violin technique is getting better and better, but I can't forget the "deaf" old man.

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