我有一个梦,我不太敢轻易地把这梦说给别人听,怕遭人耻笑——毕竟,在这个世界上敢于去梦想的人并不多。让我把故事从许多年前说起:南台湾的小城,一个女中的校园。六月,成串的黄花沉甸甸地垂自阿勃拉花树。风过处,花雨成阵,松鼠在老树上飞奔如急箭,音乐教室里传来三角大钢琴的琤流泉……所谓学习音乐,应该不止是一本音乐课本、一个音乐老师。它岂不是也包括那阵雨初霁的午后,那熏人欲醉的南风,那 I have a dream, I do not dare to say this dream to others easily, afraid of being ridiculed - after all, in this world dare to dream of not many people. Let me tell the story from many years ago: a small town in southern Taiwan, a female campus. In June, the clusters of yellow flowers plunge heavily from the flowers of Abra. Wind everywhere, flowers into a burst, the squirrel in the old trees like flying arrows, the music classroom came the grand piano grandma ... ... so-called learning music, should be more than just a music textbook, a music teacher. Does it not also include the afternoon of the showers, the smoky south wind, that