少女的祈祷

老屋里静悄悄的，很久没有人迹的样子，她犹豫了一下，终于狠下了决心，推开了那扇沉重的木门。
窗外的阳光射进来，可以看到光线在空气中斜斜照进来的路线，白色的尘雾飘荡在当中，象水里上下沉浮的沙粒。
往昔的一幕幕情景又飘浮在她的眼前，如此悲伤，令她不能自已。

轻轻地踏着木台阶，走上安静的小阁楼，那台钢琴仍旧孤单单地摆在墙角，上面已经盖着一层厚厚的灰尘，黑白相间的琴键上似乎还留存着她的体温。
她顿时泪如泉涌，无声地抽泣起来，在屋角拉出一个木凳就坐了下来。

那是一个阳光明媚的早上，她牵着女儿的手，横过一个街道，到那里的儿童文化中心练习钢琴。
挥手告别女儿，她转身往回走，过了街道那边，她突然听到身后熟悉的“妈妈”的呼叫声。
当她疑惑地转身回头看时，见到的却是一辆小车从眼前飞驰而过，重重地撞飞了一个蓝色的身影。
“妈妈，我刚才忘了对你说母亲节快乐……”这是孩子留给她的最后一句话，那是她正好十岁。

突然，阁楼里响起了一声钢琴清脆的声音，把她从回忆里拉了回来。
她惊讶地倾耳细听，没错，熟悉的旋律在耳边回旋着，是女儿最喜欢弹奏的《少女的祈祷。
已经不知多长时间了，这钢琴再也没有发出过一丝声响，甚至她们连碰都不愿意去碰一下，害怕那将引致心灵无法承受之痛。
然而，这一次音乐的响起，却来得那么柔和，好象从来没有中断过，那欢乐而充满宁静的音符从她心中潺潺流过，使她顷刻忘记了悲伤。

她疑惑地抬起头，只见在那台钢琴前面，端正地坐着一个穿着一身蓝裙的女孩，正伸展着两只灵巧的手在键盘上弹奏着。
她还是十岁的摸样，头上扎着一个小辫子，眼睛里闪动着纯洁的光彩。

“女儿！”她失神地站了起来，似乎不相信似地呼喊了一声。

“妈妈——”女儿的手停下了，她转脸看着她，眼睛里缓缓地滴落几滴泪水，一头跑进了她的怀里。

“妈妈！我一直没有走，我舍不得你们。
我每一天都在这里弹琴，想让你们听见。
”女儿的脸埋在她的怀里哽咽着说。

“可是，我们从来都没有听到呀，我和你爸爸每天都坐想着你，四周安安静静的，只有脑子里你以前的笑声，其它的声音我们都听不见……”母亲边擦着眼泪边回答。

“那么，”女儿奇怪地抬起脸看着妈妈，问：“为什么你今天听到了我弹琴？”

妈妈淡淡地笑了一下，说：“因为我已经不在人间了。
”说着，她拉起女儿站了起来：“好女儿，我们一起来为爸爸弹琴吧，虽然他听不见，但是我们就在这里为他弹着，哪儿也不去。
”

Introduce:In old house soundless, very long the appearance that does not have traces of human presence, she hesitated, eventually firm issued determination, pushed that heavy wood door.
The sunshine outside the window is shot, can see the light is inclined in air inclined according to incoming course, dirt mist of white drifts in in the center, resemble the sand of ups and downs of the fluctuation in water.
Scene of old one act act hangs again before in her, such sorrow, make her cannot from already.
Stepping wooden step gently, be on quiet small attic, that piano remains the same Gu is placed only in the corner, there been beening a thick dirt above, keep is returned to wear it seems that on the key of black and white alternate with her temperature.
She immediately the tear emerges like the spring, breathed ground sobs rise, stool of a wood was pulled to sit to come down in house part.
Be an in relief bright fawn on then in the morning, she is pulling the daughter's hand, across street, the children culture center there practices piano.
Wave leave daughter, her face about turns back, passed street there, she hears what be familiar with after one's death suddenly " mom " call sound.
When face about of her doubt ground looks round, those who see is a car however from gallop at the moment and pass, bump heavily flew the form of a blue.
"Mom, I a moment ago forgot to say …… of mother's day joy to you " this is last word that the child leaves her, that is her as it happens 10 years old.
Abrupt, the noise in attic had the voice with ringing piano, her from memory lira come back.
She is open-eyed ear of land use up all one's resources is fine listen, right, familiar air is by the side of ear whirly, it is a daughter like to play most " the girl's prayer.
Had not known how long, this piano also had not given out a noise again, even they are touched repeatedly do not be willing to be touched, fear to will be brought then those who send the heart to cannot bear is painful.
However, this musical noise rises, come so downily however, seem to never had been interrupted, that is happy and be full of halcyon note to had flowed from Chan of the Chan in her heart, make her instantly forgot sadness.
She raises a head questioningly, see only in front of that piano, the girl that taking rightly to wearing a suit blue skirt, extend is worn two deft hands are playing on clavier.
She or 10 years old feel kind, there is a vulnerable point on the head, there is pure glorious in the eye.
"Daughter! " she stood glazily, do not believe to was like the ground to exclaim it seems that.
"Mom —— " the daughter's hand stopped, her in no time looks at her, in the eye slowly drippy a few tear, in the bosom that ran into her directly.
"Mom! I did not go all the time, I hate to part with you.
I play musical instrument each days here, want to let you hear.
" in the bosom that the daughter's face buries in her8355