“叔叔,您要听歌吗?”作家正在庐山的曲径上漫步,忽听一句孱弱的童音在他身后相随而来。他回首一看,是一个相貌普通、穿着普通的农村姑娘。“对不起,小朋友,我没听懂你的意思。你是要卖光盘吗?”“不,叔叔。我会唱歌,我愿为您唱歌。您走您的路,我跟着给您唱,一定不会 “Uncle, do you want to listen to the song?” The writer wanders on the winding path of Lushan, and suddenly listens to a weak child sound behind him. When he looked back, he was a plain-looking, ordinary rural girl. “I’m sorry, kid, I didn’t understand what you mean. Are you selling a CD?” "No, uncle. I can sing, I’m willing to sing for you. You go your path, I sing to you, surely not meeting