第一次听到《沃尔塔瓦河》时,我的灵魂就受到了震撼。这种震撼不是突如其来的,它随着音乐的涛声,平缓地、不慌不忙地从远方流过来,这是一条博大的河流,它波涛滚滚,气势浩大,却不张扬,也不喧嚣浮躁。开始的时候,你仿佛是站在一片山坡上,远远地听见它的涛声,看到它那银色的光芒在天边一闪一闪。它似乎是留恋着两岸的森林和群山,并不急于流到你的脚下。然而它的流动却不可阻挡,迈着有力的脚步,浑厚地漫流过来,就 My soul was shocked when I first heard of the Vltava River. This shock is not sudden, it is with the sound of music waves, gently and calmly flow from afar, this is a broad river, it rolling billow, great momentum, but not publicity, no hurried impetuous . The beginning, you seem to be standing on a hillside, far to hear the sound of its waves, to see it that silver light twinkling in the sky. It seems to be nostalgic for the forests and mountains on both sides of the Strait and it is not in a hurry to flow to your feet. However, its flow is irresistible, marching energetically and flowingly