English: Who could easily forget his or her beautiful young teenager time?

During that time, day-time seamed to be so long with many impressions of followers, prettily smiling faces and golden sunshine, for welcoming a person's cleverer brain and energetic body to explore more legends in piano-training. While, night seamed to be so short with few seconds of snores, slowly heart beats, and colourful dreams, for associating a person's tired minds and weak strength to forgive less pains from unhappy issues. Then, after they all passed by... one day, in the time tidying my manuscript-sheets for 'past days practices, solo-performances, grading tests and family tastes,,,, I have re-picked up a brilliant Étude sleeping in my memory sea for long... It is No. 11 of MoszWV72 in Quinze Études de Virtuosité, created by Moritz Moszkowski (Wikipedia introduction: (1)MoszWV72 in https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_compositions_by_Moritz_Moszkowski; (2) Moritz Moszkowski: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moritz_Moszkowski) Sorry, Jason - my life; and sorry, my peers! The dexterity of my fingers currently cannot be compared with that young boy Jason's in Age Mirror - 13th, and our musicality, confidence, handsome face, curiosity, and new hopes to everything... But still, a willing for the recovery of life-sounds, and the renewability of the next my period called me back to listen to that boy's solo-play, after his 100% dedication in many years' training from 4 years' old and a sense of achievement from its performance in one Grand Prix... Indeed, currently, at least the sea and springs in my hometown gave me the very tenderness of water for understanding what for the melodic streams' running across larger-range textures to a wide openness of our blue. Oh, back, I can remember that story in Jason's young imagination across Western and Eastern Cultures: In his little brain, It was almost about the analogy between Mountain Steams (in nature science: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mountain_stream; https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stream) and the right-hand part of its main melody (stream by stream with forces applied throughout those motifs and sometimes meandering, sometimes fast-moving, then being centralized together, storming heavily, and going to a much opened sea...). Abstracted in minds, how graceful a pure friendship has been dreamed out, again, if someone could understand those waves hidden behind Bo Ya's <High Mountain and Flowing water>, after he had to break strings of Qin (lute) and never played out any harmony after having lost his right one (Zhong Ziqi) who could be called ' To Know the tone' (Wikipedia introduction: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bo_Ya) In my heart, Bo Ya was merely waiting... waiting for a heart-to-heart learner's coming- as Zhong Ziqi's resurrections , by whom together, they could be for more impressionist brightness-beauties projected from Mountain Streams and landscapes - pretty faces of youth passengers... Oh, memories were somewhat drugs or alcohol , but somewhat light rivers, when you trapped yourselves in and drunk too much. But, Moritz Moszkowski's '72' No.1 was still there - on the other bank of life river, waiting and watching my movements in this life and leaving an A Flat Major Chord (the last second one) unclear (not on purpose) which was waiting for my modification...

Hopefully, you can enjoy this unperfected edition, thanks!