我曾经是个连古筝有几条弦都不记得的小女孩。那时候的我其实一点儿也不喜欢静坐在八角矮凳上,对着古筝,一遍一遍地练习考级曲目。那是一种煎熬。而小时候,因为亲戚们客套的夸奖,我竟以为自己弹得不错。所以第一次考级,我只不情不愿地练习了几次,就昂首挺胸地走进了考试的房间。我看到古筝前坐的两位评委,一位是自己的老师,另一位是我不认识的考官,他们正谈笑着。我什么也没说就开始弹奏,弹着弹着却忘记了曲调,停了好几次,整首曲子被我弹得七零八落。那时候考级还没有那么正规,我听到主考官说:“这是谁的学生啊?怎么弹成这样!”我的老师不好意思地说:“我的学生。”我的古筝老师,其实是个挺有名的古筝教育家, I used to be a little girl who can not remember even a few guzheng strings. At that time, I actually do not like sitting in the octagonal low stool at all, facing the guzheng, practicing grading repertoire again and again. That is a torment. When I was a kid, because of relatives polite compliments, I actually thought they played well. So the first test grading, I only reluctantly practice a few times, went upstairs to the examination room. I saw two judges sitting in front of the guzheng, one was my teacher and the other one was an examiner I did not know. They were laughing. I started playing without saying anything, playing the bullet but forgot the melody, stopped several times, the whole piece was played by me. At that time, the test grade was not so formal, and I heard the examiner say: “Whose student is this? And how does it happen?” My teacher said: “My student.” "My guzheng Teacher, in fact, is a very famous guzheng educator,