踩着砖头开始学拉二胡好像是很久以前的事情了。那年我只有4岁,开始跟着爸爸学拉二胡。个子太小了,坐在琴凳上,脚还够不着地,妈妈就给我找来两块砖头,垫在地上。就这样,在我们家那间只有十几个平方米的小屋子里,在吱吱扭扭的琴声中,他们陪我一起走上了音乐之路。妈妈是个很细心的人,我踩着砖头拉二胡的照片现在还挂在我们家简陋的客厅里,陪着她和爸爸。当年的妈妈好年轻呀。梳着两条又粗又黑的大辫子,黑亮清澈的眼睛像一泓深潭。唱起戏来婉转的嗓音总能赢得满堂 It’s a long time ago to step on the brick and start learning how to play the erhu. I was only 4 years old that year and began to learn to play erhu with my dad. The child was too young to sit on the bench and the foot was still out of reach. My mother brought me two bricks and put it on the ground. In this way, in the little house of only a dozen square meters in our house, they accompanied me on the path of music in the crooked sound of the piano. My mother is a very careful person. The picture of my erhu on the bricks is still hanging in the shabby living room of our house and accompanied her and my dad. The mother was so young. Combing with two thick, dark, big blinds, the black, clear eyes are like a deep pool. Singing and singing sounds can always win the full house