宫少年不识愁滋味,我把一片冰心倾注在了一把胡琴上,琴却不动声色。如今回首,别是一番滋味,不曾阅世,何以知音!我这么想,是前些天里,儿子小清从柜子里翻出我那把久藏的胡琴,嚷着要我教他拉琴。我蓦然忆起年少时缠着先辈学琴的往事,一切是那么的相似;惊叹的是,我对待小清学琴与先辈对我学琴的态度竟如出一辙,都是置若罔闻、不屑一顾。这两件事,好像并不遥远,中间相隔二十三年,而我的双手 Palace juvenile unhappy taste, I poured a heart of ice in a piano, the piano is quiet. Now look back, do not have a taste, never read the world, why you know! I think so, is the other day, his son Xiaoqing pulls out from the closet my long possession of the violin, shouting to teach me to pull the violin. I suddenly remembered when young and old wrapped around the ancestral piano past, everything is so similar; amazing is that I treat Xiaoqing learning piano and my ancestors to my piano exactly the same attitude, are turning a blind eye, dismissive. These two things, it seems not far away, separated by twenty-three years, and my hands