I don't know when a salesman came to the bridge on one side of the school. I was attracted by the melodious music.
The craftsman's piano skill not only attracted me, but also attracted many people: he held a shabby erhu in his hand, a string on it in his hand, and a bow in his hand. The beautiful music rushed out of the string like the stream water, and the sound like a silver bell formed a piece of music, which flowed down from the string, making a circle of views The audience is infatuated with the music. At the end of the song, they can always win a round of applause from the audience.
I, as I eat, stand by and enjoy it quietly.
As long as there is no special situation, the seller will sit by the bridge and play the piano. I will always stop and watch quietly.
I often watch him play the piano, and sometimes I stare at his face for a while.
He doesn't speak, but he seems to be using the piano to tell people the feelings in his heart. His skin was wrinkled, bronzed by the sun, cold and indifferent, isolated.
When I saw that he could play such a good tune, I had an idea: give him some money.
Just do it, I immediately found some coins on my body and walked carefully to the salesman. I dare not lean too close, so I stood far away and threw a coin into the copper bowl. Clang! The coin touched the edge of the bowl, bounced open again, and rolled out a long way.
The entertainer seemed to be startled. Suddenly, he opened his bright eyes, but the light in those eyes was dim. Just as I was thinking about whether to pick up the coin, someone had picked it up and thrown it into the bowl. The seller's eyes are closed again, and the music is melodious.
Finally put the money in. As if I had been granted an amnesty, with the melodious sound of the piano and the happy steps, I left the salesman.