二十八岁时,我有了一架钢琴,这距离我最后一次弹琴,已经相隔十年。很难想象,当我再次坐到钢琴前的感受,许多往事像旋风般席卷过我的脑海。我以为已经忘记的风轻云淡,却历历在目。我以为早已经埋葬的点点滴滴,春风吹又生。所有关于弹琴的一切,连血带肉地镶嵌在我童年生活的细部。仿佛稍一拉扯开来,都是绵密而殷红的颗粒。我最早学的是电子琴。那源于父母的一次吵架。父亲不知听了哪位漂亮阿姨的游说,替我在师大艺教系的夜校 At the age of twenty-eight, I had a piano that was ten years apart from the last time I played the piano. It is hard to imagine that when I sat down again in front of the piano, many memories were swept across my mind like a whirlwind. I thought that I had forgotten the light, but vividly. I thought I had already buried bit by bit, spring breeze again. All about playing the piano, even with the tape embedded in the details of my childhood. It seems a little pull apart, are dense and bright red particles. I learned the earliest organ. That quarrel from the parents. Father did not know which beautiful aunt’s lobbying, for my night school at the Department of Arts