七美元的梦想（3）（2/2）
《美丽英文》作者：方雪梅 2017-04-14 12:47
parlor. He picked up a case, opened it, lifted out a violin and started to play. The melody surged and spoke like waterfalls. Oh, to play like him, I thought.
Finishing the number, he turned to Daddy, “Carl, I found it in a pawnshop for seven dollars. It’s a good violin. Mary Lou should be able to make beautiful music with it.” Then he handed the violin to me.
I noticed the tears in Daddy’s eyes as I finally comprehended. It was mine！ I stroked the violin gently. The wood was a golden brown that seemed to warm in the light. “It’s beautiful,” I said, barely breathing.
When we arrived back at Aunt Alice’s, all eyes turned as we entered. I saw Daddy wink at mother, and then I realized everyone had known but me. I know Daddy’s prayer, and mine, had been answered.
The day I carried my violin to school for my first lesson no one could imagine the bursting feeling in my heart. Over the months I practiced daily, feeling the warm wood fit under my chin like an extension of myself.
When I was ready to join the school orchestra, I trembled with excitement. I sat in the third row of violins and wore my white orchestra jacket like a royal robe.
My heart beat wildly at my first public performance, a school operetta. The auditorium5 filled to capacity and the audience buzzed while we softly tuned our instruments. Then the spotlight centered on us, and a hush fell as we started to play. I felt sure everyone in the audience was watching me. Daddy and mother smiled proudly at their little girl who held her cherished violin for the whole world to admire.
Finishing the number, he turned to Daddy, “Carl, I found it in a pawnshop for seven dollars. It’s a good violin. Mary Lou should be able to make beautiful music with it.” Then he handed the violin to me.
I noticed the tears in Daddy’s eyes as I finally comprehended. It was mine！ I stroked the violin gently. The wood was a golden brown that seemed to warm in the light. “It’s beautiful,” I said, barely breathing.
When we arrived back at Aunt Alice’s, all eyes turned as we entered. I saw Daddy wink at mother, and then I realized everyone had known but me. I know Daddy’s prayer, and mine, had been answered.
The day I carried my violin to school for my first lesson no one could imagine the bursting feeling in my heart. Over the months I practiced daily, feeling the warm wood fit under my chin like an extension of myself.
When I was ready to join the school orchestra, I trembled with excitement. I sat in the third row of violins and wore my white orchestra jacket like a royal robe.
My heart beat wildly at my first public performance, a school operetta. The auditorium5 filled to capacity and the audience buzzed while we softly tuned our instruments. Then the spotlight centered on us, and a hush fell as we started to play. I felt sure everyone in the audience was watching me. Daddy and mother smiled proudly at their little girl who held her cherished violin for the whole world to admire.