阖谋，琴声依旧流畅地在心中倾泻、提腕，六根琴弦轻灵跳跃着，触碰我的指尖。此刻，我庆幸着努力后所得到的美好，终于懂得，有梦才有远方。
He Mou, the sound of the qin still flows smoothly in my heart, lifting my wrist, and the six strings jump lightly, touching my fingertips. At this moment, I am grateful for the beauty I have gained through hard work, and finally understand that only with dreams can there be distant places.
孩提时期的我，向来有些内敛自卑，但却一直有一个璀璨的梦想：我一直渴望着在舞台上弹奏吉他，向观众展示自己的才华，博得阵阵喝彩与掌声。然而却因为自己的内敛而屡屡受挫，害怕自己弹不好，害怕被观众嘲笑，所以自从考完级后，我几乎再也没有碰过吉他。我的梦想也随之而渐渐远去。
As a child, I used to be somewhat introverted and insecure, but I always had a brilliant dream: I longed to play guitar on stage, showcase my talents to the audience, and win cheers and applause. However, due to my introverted nature, I have repeatedly suffered setbacks, fearing that I may not play well and being ridiculed by the audience. Therefore, since completing the exam, I have hardly touched the guitar again. My dream gradually faded away with it.作文吧 WWW.zuOwEnBa.Net
意外的是，让我重拾梦想的是次年的那个杪秋。
Surprisingly, it was the late autumn of the following year that brought me back to my dreams.
秋风萧瑟，落叶纷飞。怀着种种心事的我独自行走在孤冷寂寞的街边，偶然抬头一瞥，发觉高大魁梧的梧桐枝杈上，有只不起眼的，瘦弱的蜘蛛穿梭其间，没多长时间便织出了一张精密完美的网。刚要称赞蜘蛛的心灵手巧之际，便刮起一阵微风，只卷起了散落在地上的枯枝败叶。我眯起眼望着枝头，看看那阵微风轻而易举地把新织的网硬生生扯了下来。蜘蛛没有气馁，马上重振旗鼓，又织了一张新网。我挺好奇，又拿起树枝捅破了。蜘蛛有些呆怔地望着我，仿佛叹了口气，又以最快的速度织了张网。
The autumn wind is bleak, and fallen leaves are fluttering. With all kinds of worries, I walked alone on the lonely street. When I looked up, I found that there was an insignificant, thin spider on the branches of the tall and burly wutong tree, weaving a precise and perfect web in a short time. Just as I was about to praise the spider's ingenuity, a gentle breeze blew up, only lifting up the scattered branches and leaves on the ground. I squinted my eyes and looked at the branches, watching as the gentle breeze effortlessly tore off the newly woven net. The spider did not give up and immediately regrouped, weaving a new web. I was quite curious, so I picked up a branch and punctured it again. The spider looked at me blankly, as if sighing, and then spun a web at the fastest speed possible.
我被眼前的景象深深震撼了，一只不起眼的小蜘蛛尚且可以重整旗鼓，永不言弃。我又有什么理由可以轻易放弃梦想呢？
I was deeply shocked by the scene in front of me. Even an inconspicuous little spider can regroup and never give up. What reason do I have to easily give up my dreams?
自此，我每天便抱着那落了灰的吉他，一遍遍的弹奏，一遍遍的哼唱。爬音、击弦、闷音、指弹，我不断地练习着这些枯燥无味的技巧，不断地把重要的音律知识熟记于心。却感到内心欢快，乐此不疲。我左手手指的茧子随着沙丘堆积般逐渐变厚，吉他弹的也日渐熟练。窗外日光弹指过，席间花影坐前移。又是一年，夏日临近，我的琴声，只是伴着落日余晖散去的最后一抹酡红所停止，缓慢又恋恋不舍的收场，只为了离我的梦想更进一步。
Since then, I have been holding that dusty guitar every day, playing and humming it over and over again. Climbing, hitting strings, muffled notes, fingering, I constantly practice these boring techniques and memorize important music knowledge in my mind. But I feel happy inside and never tire of it. The calluses on my left finger gradually thickened like sand dunes, and I became increasingly proficient in playing guitar. The sunlight flickered outside the window, and the flower shadows moved forward during the meal. Another year, summer is approaching, and the sound of my qin is only stopped by the last hint of crimson that fades away with the sunset. It ends slowly and reluctantly, just to take my dreams one step further.
音乐会的当天，万众瞩目，舞台上的镁光灯下，根根琴弦泛着晶莹的光。我深呼一口气，抬手提腕间琴音如涓涓流水倾泻而出。
On the day of the concert, everyone was in awe, and under the spotlight on the stage, every string of the strings shone with a sparkling light. I took a deep breath and the sound of the qin flowed out like a gentle stream between my hands and wrists.
曲终，沉寂，随机掌声雷动。我眺望远方，清楚的知道，那是梦想将要带我去的地方。
At the end of the song, there was silence and random thunderous applause. I gaze into the distance, knowing clearly that it is the place where my dream will take me.