乡村琴师在这个世界上,二胡的弦音是不能单靠耳朵听的。那是一种跟黑到极处的河水所泛的光差不多的音色。它的弦声是低度的、宽厚的、凝涩的,甚至带有一种沙哑。事实上,只要我身处丘陵起伏的昏黄的乡村,或者在群鸟悲鸣、残苇飞扬的江边,我就听见一种暗得浏亮的声音缓缓涌荡、弥漫。也许它早就隐藏在那里,只是在等候一个人打开它;也许它原本就属于我内心的一条不可知的河流,它涨满了,堵塞了,正等待一盏渔灯或一声低诉来点燃它。 Country Luthier In this world, erhu strings can not be heard alone. It’s a sound that’s about the same light as the flood in the black. Its chord is low, generous, thickened and even husky. In fact, as long as I am in a darkened village with rolling hills, or on the waterfront where the flocks and birds are filled with sound and remnants, I hear an enchanted voice rising slowly and completely. Maybe it was hidden long ago, just waiting for a man to open it; maybe it was originally an unknowable river in my heart, it was full, clogged, waiting for a fishing light or a low complaint to light it.