乡愁四韵遥寄旧梦的琴声
childhood memories of playing the piano in our old house, the echoes of which still linger in my mind.
The moment I close my eyes, I can see myself sitting on that worn-out couch, fingers dancing across the keys as the music fills the room with a sense of warmth and comfort.
Every note seems to carry with it a piece of my past, each chord a reminder of those carefree days when life was simpler and all we had to worry about was whether we could master that tricky melody or not.
As I grew older and moved away from home for college, I found myself yearning for those moments spent by the piano more than ever before.
Even now, when life gets busy and stressful, I find solace in going back to those simple pleasures - sitting at my piano at home late into the night, lost in thought as I play through old favorites or try out new compositions inspired by my childhood dreams and experiences.
