时光摇曳飘转，让我们编织出一个个属于自己的梦。因此，梦想便成了奋斗的源头。而那曾为奋斗勃发的时光，显得愈发弥足珍贵。
Time sways and drifts, let us weave our own dreams. Therefore, dreams have become the source of struggle. And the time that once flourished for struggle became even more precious.
望向横放在书桌旁的古筝，曾几何时摊开着的乐谱，奋斗的岁月恰如一串串音符。我沿着时光溯回，旧忆兴起，脑海中浮起初识时光。
Looking at the guzheng lying horizontally beside the desk, the sheet music that was once spread out, the years of struggle are like strings of notes. I trace back in time, old memories arise, and the first time I met floats in my mind.
手指按下、勾起，轻落、回拨……有时弹错了一个调子，就会连累一整个组，只得一次次重来；有时也会累得躲在角落里偷偷哭泣。发泄之后，依然回到琴前，不顾一切地练习着。我始终认为并坚信热爱，是能抵岁月漫长的，于是从不后悔那段刻苦时光。
Pressing, lifting, lightly dropping, and pulling back with fingers... Sometimes playing the wrong tune can affect the entire group, forcing them to start over time; Sometimes I get so tired that I hide in the corner and cry secretly. After venting, he still returned to the piano and practiced recklessly. I have always believed and firmly believed that love can withstand the passage of time, so I never regret that period of hard work.来自作文吧 zUOwENbA.net
尤其是演出前的那一段日子，在琴前一坐就是几个小时。练习了一个多周的摇指依然很生疏，感情投入不够，节奏不对……随之而来的是一大堆问题。于是，上课时我更加专注了。关注作曲者的情感，感受曲子的节奏，观察老师的表情和动作……逐渐，我有了感觉：作者欣喜时，弹出的是“乱石穿空，惊涛拍岸，卷起千堆雪”的豪放；淡然时，弹出的是“从今若许闲乘月，拄杖无时夜叩门”的闲适；忧伤时，弹出的是“泪眼问花花不语，乱红飞过秋千去”的感慨。
Especially during the period before the performance, sitting in front of the piano for several hours. After practicing finger shaking for over a week, I still feel unfamiliar with it, lack emotional investment, and the rhythm is not right... Along with it comes a bunch of problems. So, during class, I became more focused. Pay attention to the emotions of the composer, feel the rhythm of the song, observe the teacher's expressions and movements... Gradually, I have a feeling: when the author is delighted, the pop up is a bold and unrestrained "rocks piercing through the air, waves crashing on the shore, rolling up a thousand piles of snow"; When calm, what pops up is the leisurely feeling of 'From now on, if I have free time to ride the moon, I will knock on the door with my cane at all times'; When feeling sad, the emotion that pops up is "tearful eyes asking flowers without saying a word, chaotic red flying over the swing".
每当夜深人静时，坐在琴前，反复练习着那柔和的曲子，心情不禁随之波动。反复地读、唱、练，让我进步加快，无数个日夜见证着我奋斗的结果。有天傍晚，月色入户，我坐在琴前练习着，手心布满了小汗珠，手又酸又痛。我选择了继续，不知不觉中，一练就练到了深夜。父母曾多次劝导我，说练不了就算了。我也想，但我不能这么做，我要努力了，奋斗了，才能发出耀眼的光芒……
Whenever it's quiet at night, sitting in front of the piano, repeatedly practicing that soft tune, my mood can't help but fluctuate. Repeatedly reading, singing, and practicing have accelerated my progress, and countless days and nights have witnessed the results of my struggle. One evening, the moonlight entered the house, and I sat in front of the piano practicing. My palms were covered in small beads of sweat, and my hands were sore and painful. I chose to continue, and without realizing it, I started practicing until late at night. My parents have repeatedly advised me to let go if I can't practice. I also want to, but I can't do it. I have to work hard and strive to shine brightly
聚光灯下，我坐在琴前，深吸一口气。当手落在琴弦上时，我瞬间有了方向。融入琴弦的那一刻，仿佛世间尘嚣置身于外，跳跃的音符如流水般从指尖倾泻而出，悦耳动听，也许我与琴有着心灵感应吧。一首曲子弹完了，我的心情随之平静，有力的回音在会场飘荡……
Under the spotlight, I sat in front of the piano and took a deep breath. When my hand falls on the strings, I instantly have direction. At the moment when I blend into the strings, it feels like I am outside the hustle and bustle of the world, with jumping notes pouring out from my fingertips like flowing water, pleasant and melodious. Perhaps I have a telepathic connection with the piano. After playing a piece of music, my mood calmed down, and powerful echoes floated in the venue
曲终，收手。我站起身来，向场下观众鞠躬致谢，也致敬那奋斗的时光。
Qu Zhong, stop. I stood up and bowed to the audience, thanking them and paying tribute to the time of struggle.
在奋斗中，我学会了成长。待到再迷茫时回头望，学会致敬奋斗的时光，所有的音符都会发出光芒。那束光芒，能为我照亮黑夜中属于我前进的方向。
In the struggle, I learned to grow. When you feel lost again, look back and learn to pay tribute to the time of struggle. All the notes will shine. That beam of light can illuminate the direction that belongs to me in the dark night.