3岁那年,父母为我买回了一架古筝,褐色的身躯,仕女的雕刻,21根用马尾制成的琴弦在棕色琴面与灰色琴马的映衬下,宛如水中银蛇,随月舞动。当我看到它时,我的表情则和那熠熠生辉的琴相反,无任何波澜,只是淡淡道出几个字:“我要钢琴。”4岁,我的手被送上了琴架台,我哭天喊地,仿佛看到了极其厌恶的事物。我故意将古筝悦耳的声音与按压面刺耳的声音弹反,用 When I was 3 years old, my parents bought me a zither, a brown body, a lady’s sculpture, and 21 horsetail-made strings against a brown piano and a gray horse, like a silver snake in the water. Dancing on the moon. When I saw it, my expression was opposite to the shiny piano. There was no ripples, just a few words: “I want the piano.” At the age of four, my hand was sent. The platform of the piano, I cried out crying, as if I saw something extremely annoying. I deliberately counteracted the melodious sounds of the zither and the rasping sounds on the pressing surface.