Tuli walked home late from basketball practice. The street was dark and quiet. Her bag was heavy.
图莉篮球训练结束后，很晚才走路回家。街上又黑又安静。她的包很重。
She passed the school. The gate was shut, and the windows were dark. But Tuli heard music. Someone played a piano.
她经过学校。大门关着，窗户一片漆黑。可是图莉听到了音乐。有人在弹钢琴。
The song was slow and soft. It stopped. It started again. It stopped at the same place again.
那首曲子又慢又轻柔。它停了。又开始了。它又在同一个地方停住了。
Tuli stood still for a long time. Who was inside? Nobody was at school at this hour. She went home, but she could not sleep.
图莉静静地站了很久。里面是谁？这个时候学校里不会有人。她回了家，可是睡不着。
The next evening, Tuli went back. She came at the same time. The music started again.
第二天傍晚，图莉又回到那里。她在同一个时间到了。音乐又响起来。
This time she walked to the side door. It was open a little. She looked inside.
这一次，她走到侧门。门开着一条小缝。她往里面看。
In the music room, the cleaner sat at the piano. His cart stood by the wall. He had a book of notes in front of him. He pressed the keys very slowly.
在音乐教室里，清洁工坐在钢琴前。他的清洁车停在墙边。他面前放着一本乐谱。他非常缓慢地按着琴键。
He made the same mistake again. He shook his head and tried again. Tuli did not move.
他又弹错了同一个地方。他摇摇头，再试一次。图莉一动不动。
At last he played the whole song. It was beautiful. Tuli clapped her hands. The man jumped and then laughed.
最后，他弹完了整首曲子。真好听。图莉拍起手来。男人吓了一跳，然后笑了。
"I clean this school," he said. "But I want to learn the piano."
“我负责打扫这所学校，”他说。“可是我想学钢琴。”
"Please play it again," Tuli said. She sat down on the floor and listened.
“请再弹一遍吧，”图莉说。她坐在地板上，静静地听着。
