我至今忘记不了孩提时代听到过的算命瞎子吹奏的笛声。寒冷的冬夜,萧瑟的生活,一声无依无靠的笛子,呜咽抖颤,如泣如诉,表达着人生的艰难困苦、孤独凄清,轻回低转,听之泪下。不知道算不算我这一生的第一节音乐课。我慢慢知道,声音是世界上最奇妙的东西,无影无踪,无体积无重量无 I have not forgotten the whistle I had heard from my childhood when I was a blind man. Cold winter night, bleak life, an irresolute flute, whimpering, Ruqirusu, expressing the hardship of life, lonely sad, light back down, listening to the tears. I do not know if I was the first music lesson in my life. I slowly know that the sound is the most wonderful thing in the world, without a trace, without volume without weight