父亲在家中屋顶上垂下一段绳子、拴起他的琵琶那一年,章红艳才七岁。那是一个阴沉的年代,阴沉得让人几乎看不到希望,共和国已经在深重的灾难中蹒跚着走过了将近十年的迷乱时光。章红艳的父亲同他身边的许多人一样,无法想象一年后、三年后甚至更遥远的地方,将会有一片花开的原野,他的弱小的女儿,将如同朴素而动人的花朵绽放在洒满阳光的原野上。 Zhang Hongyan was seven years old when his father dropped a string of ropes on the roof of his home and tied up his pipa. It was a gloomy age, gloomy and almost hopeless, and the Republic had hobbled nearly a decade of turmoil in deep disasters. Zhang Hongyan’s father, like many others around him, can not imagine a year later, three years later or even more distant places, there will be a blooming field, his youngest daughter will bloom as simple and moving flowers in the sprinkling Full of sunshine on the field.