My father was an intelligent master craftsman. Though his gift didn't bring him any fame or fortune, his zest for the violin making had never been worn away. One day in an odorous, dirty sty he discovered a wedge of spruce, which is light and strong---perfect for the violin. Joyfully, he trade a packed of food for it with the puzzled countryman. After three weeks' hard work, my sister and I were born into this world. My father couldn't afford the expensive varnish for us. But I can assure you, plain as we are, we are the first-class violins with the hypnotic sound you've never heard!
How long did I take in the shelf to wait for my master coming up? Two years, three years? Memory puzzles herself to reply this question. Besides, I always fell confused about the time in human's world. But it's definitely a long, long time. All I can recall about that is many, many people have passed by without even offering me a glance. How helplessly unattractive I am! Finally I got a terrible feeling that my master perhaps would never show up, and my beautiful voice would be buried forever without even a chance to be heard.
It was a day like usual, colourless and gloomy. like a dream a little girl, probably 6 years old, suddenly came up to me. For some reason, her beautiful eyes looked so empty and sad. But she was actually looking at me! Excited, my long lost hope rose up. I hold my breath, dreading to fright her away. Her mother came up and asked softly: Are you sure? The little girl cast her eyes down to the floor, she answered in an almost unread voice: Yeah. I cried for this single word. It sounded like a word from the heaven. At last, I found my master! Thousands words I tried to say, thousands questions I'd like to ask: Is she a good player? What kind of music is her favourite? She reached her hands for me. Her fingered felt so cold! Oddly, she didn't give a try on me like most other masters would do. Lowering her head, she followed her mother out of store and down to the street. Few minutes later, with my excitement for the future calming down, I soon realized there was something wrong. My little master was obviously deeply troubled and upset. She was fighting hardly a urge to cry but failed. Tears swelled up to her eyes.
我是一个小提琴。长得不好看，但我能发出美妙的声音。在我年轻的小主人手里，我能奏出动听的旋律。但是现在，我躺在冰冷的黑暗里，慢慢地迈向死亡。飞逝的时间向梦一样过去了。那些美好和苦闷的日子却不时出现在眼前.
我的爸爸是一个能工巧匠，虽然他的作品不能给他带来任何名声和运气，但他从没有放弃制作小提琴的爱好。
一天在一个肮脏的，发着怪味的猪栏里，发现一块轻质坚硬，适合做小提琴的木头。爸爸非常高兴，他用一包食物同那个疑惑的农民做了交换. 三周后，我和妹妹就在这个世界上出生了。爸爸不能负担我们昂贵的装饰费用。但我们可以向你保证，你们从来没有听过谁能象我们一样发出一流的声音。
我在商店的架子上等我主人多长时间？两年还是三年？很难回答这个问题。
人类对时间的概念常常让我感到困惑，但可以说是很长的时间。
对这段日子的记忆只剩下形形色色的人从我身边经过,却连看都不看我一眼。我有一种可怕的感觉，那就是我的主人不会来了，而我美丽的声音也不再会有人听到了。
那是一个平常的日子，平淡而无任何色彩.突然象做梦一样,一个小女孩向我走了过来，她美丽的眼睛清澈略带忧伤, 但她的确在看我.
我长期被冷落的希望又扬起希望。我屏住呼吸，怕她离去。她的妈妈走过来，轻轻的问她：你肯定吗？这个小姑娘的眼光看着地板，她用几乎听不到的声音说：是的。为了这一声"是的", 我想大声欢呼. 但她说的话对我来讲仍向天堂之声一样。
我终于找到了我的主人，有好多问题我想问她, 她是个好的演奏者吗？
她又喜欢什么样的音乐呢？她抓住我，她的手很凉。她不象其它的人会试试音什么的。她只是低着头，跟着她妈妈从台阶下到街道边。几分钟后，我激动的心情平静下来, 才发觉有什么东西不对劲.我的小主人显然被什么困绕着,她拚命想忍住眼泪,但还是失败了,泪水夺眶而出.
Just one last dance
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