我的音乐老师叫李小玲,她高高的个 子,不胖,皮肤白白的,戴着一副白边眼镜,很秀气的样子。第一次给我们上音乐课是初夏,她穿着一件碎花的褂子,修长的黑裤子,背着一架手风琴,手风琴是黑色的象牙白的键,这一下就把我们的目光夺了过去,李老师站在讲台上,用普通话教我们唱歌。她不用看风琴,细长的手指一按,风琴就发出悠扬的声音和着她夜莺般的歌喉,她唱一句,我们跟着唱一句,阳光从宽大的窗子中照进教室里,像神的手指在爱怜地抚摩着我们,照到李老师的黑风琴和眼镜上,反射出一丝金灿灿的高贵的光来,这第一堂音乐课就在手风琴声中很快结束了,使我们觉得时间很短。那时,我是从农村来县城中学上初中的,第一节音乐课使我大开眼界。 My music teacher called Li Xiaoling, her tall, not fat, white skin, wearing a pair of white glasses, very delicate look. The first time we had music lessons in early summer, she wore a floral gown, slender black trousers, an accordion, and the accordion was black ivory key, which took us to the past Teacher Li stood on the podium and taught us to sing in Putonghua. She did not need to look at the organ. When she pressed a slender finger, the organ made a melodious sound and her nightingale-like voice. She sang and we sing one. The sun shone into the classroom from the large window, like God’s finger Stroking us affectionately, shining on Mr. Li’s black organ and glasses, reflecting a glimmer of golden light, and this first lesson ended soon on the accordion, leaving us feeling short . At that time, I was from middle school in rural areas to junior high school. The first music lesson opened my eyes to the world.