那天晚上,忽然听到《二泉映月》从冥冥中破石惊天而来。她的凄凉,她的抑郁,她的灵奇与悲壮使我的心为之颤动,为之浮想联翩。那天晚上,父亲是在无灯的书屋里把弓击弦,溶解自己的忧结,深化乐曲的主题。一片月光在父亲的弓子上跳跃闪烁,腾挪跌宕。 That night, I suddenly heard “Er Quan Ying Yue” from the broken stone somewhere shaking from the sky. Her desolation, her depression, her wonder and tragedy so that my heart tremble, for whom imagination. That night, his father bowed his bow in a lamp-free bookstore to dissolve his sadness and deepen the theme of the song. A moonlight twinkling in his father’s bow, trembling.