第一章滇西的阳光明净如水,清澈得似乎可以流动。凤尾竹随风轻轻摇曳,叶子沙沙地摩挲着,竹林里洒满晶莹细碎的阳光。远处传来葫芦丝的声音,低沉而悠扬。我还是第一次听到用葫芦丝吹奏哀乐,那是一种内敛的忧伤,仿佛一个人在哽咽着低唱。黎明对我说,是的,这个曲子是我用葫芦丝吹的。于是,我和黎明的谈话也就从葫芦丝开始了。黎明告诉我,罗江生前最喜欢听他吹葫 In the first chapter, the sunshine and clear water in western Yunnan seems clear and can flow. Pteris swaying gently swaying the wind, the leaves rustling Mozhu, bamboo sprinkled with crystal sunlight. Hulusi distant voice came, low and melodious. For the first time, I still heard the funeral with the gourd silk, that is a kind of restrained sadness, as if a person sobbed and chorus. Dawn told me, yes, this song is my use Hulusi blowing. So, my conversation with Dawn also started from Hulusi. Dawn told me that Luo Jiang was most like to listen to his blow gourd