我不懂乐律,但阿炳那首忧郁、深沉而又幽邃的《二泉映月》曾让我痴迷。上月末的一天,我到了无锡,专程去拜谒崇安寺东侧二泉广场旁的阿炳故居。刚走下车,就看见广场上的阿炳铜塑像。他头戴破礼帽,身穿破长袍,左手握弦,右手持弓,佝偻着瘦弱的脊背,埋头专注于二胡的弦上。我出神地 I do not know the music, but A Bing’s first melancholy, deep and secluded “Er Quan Ying Yue” once obsessed me. One day last month, I went to Wuxi and made a special trip to pay respect to the former residence of Apen, beside Erquan Square, east of Chong’an Temple. Just left the car, I saw the statue of Ah Ping copper on the square. He wore a tore hat, a robed robed, a chin in his left hand, a bow in his right hand, an emaciated spine, and focused on the erhu strings. I am out of mind