出生于诗的民族,歌的家乡,我,是歌海中一朵小小的浪花。万千年血泪汇成的歌海,波翻浪卷向往着欢乐,而我就在她的滚滚巨澜中荡漾。记得小时候,我上山放牛总爱到悬崖陡壁处,听流泉叮咚,鸟唱虫鸣;牛吃饱了,我却很饿很饿,肚里常常发出“叽里咕噜”的“乐”声,采点野果充饥也还感到是一种乐趣;于是摘片嫩叶,学着吹歌,开始有音无调,而后摸索出种种比较悦耳舒心的声响,自我欣赏美妙极了,连牛儿也昂首而听;那就是使我最早入 Born in the poem of the nation, the song’s hometown, I, is a small song in the sea waves. Tens of thousands of years of blood and tears together into the song of the sea, the waves wave of joy yearning for joy, and I am in her billowing giant waves. I remember when I was a kid, I went up the mountain to feed the cattle and loved the precipice on the steep wall, listening to the flowing spring buzzing and the birds singing insects. When the cattle were full, I was very hungry and hungry. I often heard the “music” It is also a pleasure to pick up the wild fruits and eat the leaves. So, after taking the leaves, learning how to blow the song and start to tone up, you can find all kinds of pleasant and comfortable sounds. Listen first; that is to get me in earliest