每当听到悠扬的笛声,我都会驻足倾听,细细咀嚼其中的韵味。一首首熟悉的旋律,一段段如烟的往事,一暮暮鲜活的画面,因了竹笛情结而深印脑海。上小学的时候,正逢上山下乡,村里来了几位“文化人”。其中有个戴眼镜的小青年,能吹一手漂亮的笛子,人们都称他笛哥。优雅的动作,悦耳的旋律,让我着迷, Whenever I hear the melodious flute, I will stop to listen, chew the charm of which. A first familiar melody, a period of smoke of the past, twilight vivid picture, because of the bamboo flute complex and minds. When I was in primary school, I went to the countryside and went to the countryside where several “cultural people” came. One of them was a young man with glasses, who could blow a nice flute and people called him flute. Elegant action, sweet melody, I am fascinated,