在日本东京闹市银座有一座与众不同曲音乐厅。这里没有富丽堂皇的装饰,也没有鼓乐齐鸣的交响乐队。在不大的音乐厅里,人们各就其位,戴上高保真立体声耳机,一阵轻柔的音乐声送入耳鼓。这里播放的既不是柴可夫斯基的咏叹粥,也不是贝多芬的第九交响乐,而是森林里的百鸟啭鸣或潺潺的流水,奔腾的海涛等。音乐厅的墙上画着郁郁葱葱的原始 In Tokyo, Tokyo, downtown Ginza has a distinctive music hall. There is no magnificent decoration, no symphony orchestral drums. In the not-so-large concert hall, people take their place, wear high-fidelity stereo headphones, and a soft, musical sound into the ear drums. It is neither Tchaikovsky’s chant porridge nor the Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony to be played here, but the roaring or bubbling water of the forest and the galloping Haitao. The walls of the concert hall are lush and primitive