下午,我在青砖铺垫的小路上慢跑,耳机里流淌着的是《魔力华尔兹》。正当我陶醉于我的小世界当中时,一段口琴旋律飘入耳中。我摘下耳机,脚步不由放慢。循着声音望去:一处观景平台,一副石砌桌椅,一张折叠谱架,一位花甲老人。我坐在旁边的石凳上,默默地听着。一曲结束,我不禁鼓掌。“好听吧……”老人看向我这边,笑眯眯地摘下老花镜。 In the afternoon, I jogged in the brink of paving the way I walked through the headphones, “The Magic Waltz.” As I was intoxicated with my little world, a melody of harmonica floated into my ears. I took off my headphones and could not help but slow down. Followed by the sound of looking: a viewing platform, a stone tables and chairs, a folding music stand, an elder. I sat next to the stone bench, listening silently. One song ended, I can not help but applause. “Nice to hear ... ...” The old man looked to me, smilingly took presbyopic glasses.