A movie I watched a long time ago.
What I remember most is the moonlight sonata flowing out under the hands of the youngest son. The stubborn and serious father, the gloomy mother, and the expressions on the faces of the beautiful piano teacher are all a kind of relief that has been cured. That beam of light shot on the piano gently and dimly, and cast a beam of beautiful light in their hearts.
What is talent? The teacher said that your son is accomplished at the piano. Maybe just trying to scam money? Maybe just play the piano a little bit? But this is the first time I can really hear the performance of my younger son, and I can be sure that the sentence is talented, not a random compliment.
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