那是一九三九年春天,在延安,有一天到鲁艺去,冼星海正伏在桌子上写歌曲,谈了些什么都忘了,只是那个窑洞,白木桌,爽朗的广东人说官话的声音,流露着毅力和奔放性格的面孔,现在还清清楚楚地仿佛在面前。还有一个黄昏,艾思奇同志约着去看戏,说是星海的新作,我们坐的第二排,星海亲自指挥,是演唱《生产运动大合唱》。他那高大的身影,反投射 It was the spring of 1939, one day in Yan’an, and one day in Luoyu, Xian Xinghai was voluntarily writing songs on the table. When he had forgotten everything he had said about it, only the cave, the white wooden table and the hearty Cantonese say Mandarin The voice, showing the perseverance and unrestrained personality of the face, now still clearly before us. There was also a twilight, Comrade Esch went to the theater, said Xinghai’s new work, the second row we sit, Xinghai personally command, is singing the “production movement chorus.” His tall figure, anti-projection