Five years ago, on my way home on the bus, every night I always found an old man play his saxophone(萨克斯) near the river. I could see the big smile on his face. The beautiful music made me dream(梦想着) to play the saxophone just like that man.
Two weeks later it was my birthday. I opened my present and found that it was a saxophone! I put it to my mouth to play, but it wouldn't make a sound. I blew(吹) and blew but I couldn't get the saxophone to play. I was about to cry when suddenly the saxophone made a sound. I blew again, I moved my fingers on the saxophone and I made more sounds. Some of them were loud(大声的) and clear but many of them weren't. I was happy because I was playing very interesting sounds. But it wasn't beautiful music.
Then came the lesson. Night after night, week after week I practiced hard on playing. Slowly I started to get better and at last there came the magic day when the beautiful music came out of my saxophone.
Now I'm in the TV studio(电视台) with my saxophone. I'm so happy just like the old man near the river.