听母亲说,我还未出生的时候,父亲就离开了家。他是个钢琴家,离开的时候对母亲说,如果将来我们的孩子弹得一手好钢琴,我会回来的。寂静的黑暗中,台上的我清楚地看见,有人点燃了一支烟,一点飘摇零落似星子的光,在评委席浮动。我在钢琴前疯狂弹奏,试图以自己的激情去打动那支烟,渐渐地,火光不再浮动,时间因此而停滞,只留下一片灿烂的钢琴声…… Listening to my mother said that when I was not born, my father left home. He was a pianist and said to his mother when he left. If our children play well in the future, my piano will come back. In the darkness of silence, I clearly saw on the stage that someone had lit a cigarette, a little light that shook like a star, and floated in the judges’ seat. I played wildly in front of the piano and tried to impress the cigarette with my own passion. Gradually, the fire no longer floated and the time was stagnant, leaving only a splendid piano sound...