偶尔忆起满目狼藉的纸盒中那把口琴,于是轻轻地取了出来,有一层薄白的灰,如我湮远的记忆。我拭去灰尘,放在窗前的桌上端详。不锈钢的琴壳上“天鹅”二字蠢蠢欲动,“重音回声口琴”旁边的五线谱如烟缕迥环,婉转缠绵,牵扯着琴壳下蜂窝样整齐 Occasionally I recalled that the harmonica in the box of harmonica, so gently taken out, there is a thin white ash, such as my memory of annoying. I wiped the dust and put it on the table in front of the window. Stainless steel shell on the “Swan ” word just around the corner, “Accent Echo Harmonica ” next to the staves of smoke lines, mildly touching, involving the case under the honeycomb neatly tidy