我还记得那天父亲费劲地拖着那架沉重的手风琴来到屋前的样子。他把我和母亲叫到起居室,把那个宝箱似的盒子打开。“喏,它在这儿了,”他说,“一旦你学会了,它将陪你一辈子。” I still remember the day my father strenuously dragged the heavy accordion to the front of the house. He called me and my mother into the living room and opened the chest of boxes. “It’s here,” he said. “Once you learn it, it will stay with you forever.” "