Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Don't Know How to Be a Musician

I don't know that if I do something, I always don't do it the way it should be, and everything turns upside down in the end.When reading, he only learned to skip and read word by word, and when writing, he could only write in printed characters.Many people say that the head of ignorance seems to be empty.But this is not right, because how can you think with an empty head?Of course, he didn't think well, but he put his shoes on his feet but not his head—he had to be able to think too. Actually, ignorance is not so bad.He wanted to learn something, but he didn't like to make an effort.He wanted to learn it right away, without any effort; of course, even the brightest little dwarf wouldn't be able to do anything like that.

Both boys and girls love music, and Little String is an excellent musician.He has all kinds of musical instruments, and he often plays and plays. Everyone praises him when they listen to music. Quan didn't know that he was envious of the little stringed piano being praised by everyone, so he asked: "Teach me. I also want to be a musician." "Let's learn," Xiao Xianqin agreed, "What do you want to learn?" "What is the easiest to learn?" "Sanxian." "Okay, bring the Sanxian, I'll try it." Xiaoxianqin gave the Sanxianqin to Quan Zhi.Without knowing it, he jingled on the strings loudly and said, "No, the sound of the three-stringed qin is too low. Change it to another one, which should be louder."

Harmony handed him the violin.Quan didn't know how to use the bow to creak on the strings, and said: "Is there no louder sound?" "There are still numbers," Xiaoxian replied. "Bring the number, let's try." The Harmony gave him the big brass horn.I don't know how to blow it up. "That's a fine instrument!" said Junkun happily. "It's very loud!" "Here, if you like it, you can use your student number." Xiao Xianqin agreed. "Why should I learn it? I already know it." Don't know the answer. "No, you still can't."

"I will, I will! Listen!" cried Quan Mo, blowing vigorously, "Poof, poof, poof! Beep, beep, beep!" "You are blowing, not playing." Xiaoxianqin said. "Why don't you play?" Quan Zhi got angry, "I play very well. It's loud!" "Well, you! It's not about how loud you are, it's about playing well." "I play well." "It doesn't sound good at all," said Little String Qin. "I see you have no musical talent at all." "You didn't!" Quan Wu said angrily, "You just said that out of jealousy. You want the big guys to only listen to you and praise you alone."

"It's nothing," Xiaoxianqin said. "If you don't think you need to study, then take the horn and play as long as you like. Let others praise you too." "I'll blow it!" Quan Mo said. When he started playing, the brass horn rang, squeaked, rattled, and hummed in his hand because he couldn't play it.Xiaoxian listened, listened... finally got bored.He put on a velvet jacket, put a rose-coloured cravat instead of a tie, and dropped by. In the evening, when all the boys were gathered at home, Quan Wuzhi took up the brass trumpet and blew: "Puff, puff, puff! Beep, beep, beep..."

"What noise is this?" everyone shouted. "It's not noise," replied Omniscience, "it's me playing." "Stop it now!" shouted the know-it-all, "your music is making people's ears hurt!" "It's because you're not used to my music. When you get used to it, your ears won't hurt." "I don't want to get used to it at all. I don't like listening so much!" Quan didn't know whether to listen to him, and continued to blow: "Puff, puff, puff! Beep, beep, beep! Uh! Uh!" "Stop!" All the boys rushed towards him. "Take your nasty account and get out of here!"

"Then where am I going?" "Go to Ueno, let's play there." "No one in the field listens." "Do you still need someone to listen?" "must." "Then you go up there, and the neighbors will hear you." Quan Zhi went to the street and blew up next to the neighbor's house, but the neighbor asked him not to make a noise under the window.He then went to the other house--here too he was driven away.He came to the third house - he was also kicked out here, but he was bragging deliberately to make people angry.The neighbor got angry and ran out of the house to chase him.He took the brass horn and managed to avoid them.

After that, I didn't know anything and stopped blowing the horn. "People don't understand my music," he said. "They haven't grown up enough to understand my music. When they do, they'll ask me for it themselves, but it's too late. I won't play it any more." La."