一如何开始的五年前一个寒冷的冬夜,我的好朋友在凌晨打电话给我,什么都没有说,只是给我弹奏了一段古琴。短短的30分钟内,古琴的声音和着窗外的风声就像一把尖刀一样划过我们的心,我们都是无语泪先流。放下电话,从我朋友的经历到我自己,到我的妈妈,我的 One of the first five years ago, a cold winter night, my good friend called me in the early morning and said nothing, just played me a guqin. Within just 30 minutes, the sound of the guqin and the wind outside the window are like a sharp knife across our hearts, and we all are speechless tears first. Put down the phone, from my friend’s experience to myself, to my mom, mine