In the pond outside the window, the lotus blooms just right, the shy little face is dizzy with soft powder, and the lotus leaf stretches to hold up the green umbrella for shade. A gust of wind whirled in from the bottom of the window and slipped into her heart.

It will soon be the day of the provincial art competition, and her music has not been practiced yet. That piano concerto is her favorite, but she can't grasp it well-as a girl, the gorgeous part of the third chapter always seems delicate and powerless in her piano sound. She practiced crazily and immersed herself in the piano room all day, oblivious to the rise and fall of the moon outside the window. "Bang-"She slammed the lid of the piano and sat absently. In the piano room next door, her old rival is also practicing this song hard, because it is a good song to participate in the competition in terms of difficulty and emotion.

But at the moment, he also made a mistake. Although his technique is perfect, he can't catch the notes that can touch the deepest part of his heart anyway. They are still playful under him, unable to conceal their inner curiosity and always cheerful. He tried hard to precipitate himself, but he never showed the author's helplessness, softness and confusion. Maybe it's that he walked too brilliantly, or maybe the unruly nature in his bones is becoming more and more fanatical under the nourishment of summer rain.

Summer is getting stronger and stronger, and the fragrance of lotus flowers is easily filled in the air, as if the whole world is stained with dark green powder, which is lovely.

"Knock, knock", she knocked on the door of the piano room next door. He looked at her standing outside the door with her head down and said with a smile, "We cooperate and participate together." She looked up with joy, but asked inexplicably, "Don't you care about ranking? We agree to compete. " "I know our strength, and I know your Excellence and my shortcomings. Shouldn't art convey great beauty? If our cooperation can bring the beauty of this song to the extreme and let the listeners feel our intentions, I think this is the true meaning of beauty. " She smiled and nodded.

The day of the competition is the day with the strongest fragrance of flowers in a year. He sat opposite her in the spotlight in a black tuxedo and a white dress. The piano sounded. First of all, she played ethereal and slightly sad, and every note penetrated into the blood of the audience, gradually calming the restless heart in summer, like a pair of gentle hands, stroking the inner waves; Suddenly, his hands began to fly up and down, sonorous and powerful, as if the music that had just infiltrated into the blood suddenly gathered into a rushing river, roaring and roaring, and all emotions broke out instantly, shaking the mountains and rivers, magnificent ... At the end of the song, applause came from all directions. He took her hand and bowed deeply to the audience.

Each beauty is not as good as the United States and the United States and * *, and it is better to cooperate and win-win alone; Only then did I know that life is the beauty of great beauty, and its exquisiteness will surely lead to great harmony in the world.