夏之初的五月,我和青年作曲家修骏、《音乐周报》记者姜澄同志在北京拜访了当代著名的词作家乔羽。 那天,雨后初晴,阳光明丽,和风徐徐。当我们的车刚刚驶进那个环境优美的宅区时,想不到乔老早在户外的草坪间迎候。 “咱们就在这儿聊,外面空气新鲜。”乔老率直而开朗。 “从电话上知道你们二位是来自西北咸阳的。那个地方文化积淀很深,有多少文人雅士在那里留下了千古不朽的诗篇,有多少皇帝都长眠在那里。了不得啊！”乔老几句开场白,便顿释了我们对一个名人的敬畏和 In May of summer, Comrade Jun Chun, a young composer, and Comrade Jiang Cheng, a reporter of “Music Weekly”, visited Qiao Yu, a famous contemporary Chinese writer in Beijing. That day, sunny day after the rain, bright sunshine, gentle breeze. When our car just drove into that beautifully landscaped neighborhood, Joe could not think of Joe waiting outside in the lawn as early as possible. “Let’s talk here, the air is fresh outside.” Joe was always straightforward and cheerful. "From the phone you know that the two of you come from Xianyang in the northwest, where there is a deep cultural heritage, how many literati people left eternal monuments there and how many emperors are there to sleep. A few words start to explain our reverence for a celebrity