用父亲和妹妹的话来说,我在音乐方面简直是一个白痴。这是他们在经受了我数次“折磨”之后下的结论。我拉出的小夜曲,在他们听起来,就像是锯桌腿的声音。我感到十分沮丧。我不敢在家里练琴。我终于发现了一个绝妙的去处--楼区后面的小山上有一片树林,地上铺满了落叶。一天早晨,我蹑手蹑脚地走出家门,心里充满了神圣感,仿佛要去干一件非常伟大的事情。林子里静极了,沙沙的脚步声,听起来像一曲悠悠的小令。 In the words of my father and sister, I was an idiot in music. This is the conclusion that they have experienced after I have been tortured several times. The serenade that I pulled out sounded like they saw the legs of the table. I feel very depressed. I dare not practice piano at home. I finally found a wonderful place to go - there was a forest on the hill behind the building and the ground covered with fallen leaves. One morning, I stumbled out of my house, filled with sacred feeling, as if I were going to do a very great thing. The forest was very quiet, and the footsteps of the rustling sounded like a long, small order.