那把吉他,真的有些历史了。我出生那年,正赶上发大水。父亲从老屋里跑出来,除了怀中的我,他的手里只抓着一把吉他。那便是我与它的第一次相逢。自此,那把吉他便伴随着我的生活。父亲有时会对着家门前的天空与河流,唱《再回首》,唱《蓝莲花》……似乎可以从中感受到一种力量,莫名而强大的力量。受父亲的影响,没事时,我也会抱着吉他胡乱地弹一弹,享受它木制的身躯里所爆发出的力量和那谈不上节奏的声音。 That guitar, really some history. That year, when I was born, I caught up with the flood. My father ran out of the old house, except for me, with a guitar in his hand. That is the first time I meet with it. Since then, that guitar will be accompanied by my life. Sometimes, my father will sing “Look Back” and sing “Blue Lotus” against the sky and river in front of the house ... It seems that you can feel a kind of power, inexplicable and mighty force. Under the influence of my father, when nothing happened, I would also play the guitar in unrestrained form and enjoy the strength emanating from its wooden body and the sound of no rhythm.