在我年少之时,曾萌生过当一名音乐家的幻想,因而三餐不忘豆芽菜,时时抚琴、弄笛、唱山歌;也曾频繁地做过诗人梦,常常 “平平仄仄仄平平”,为赋新诗强说愁。流年似水,昔日的许多趣好,有的伴着岁月的迭加而悄悄拉开距离了,有的随着性情移易也渐渐失去亲和力了,只有砚边那一管狼毫 When I was a young boy, Zeng Meng-sheng became a musician’s fantasy, and therefore did not forget the bean sprouts for three meals a day, always playing the strings, playing the flute and singing folk songs. She had also often made poetic dreams and often “flattened” ", Fu Xin Qiang strong worry. As the year goes by, many of the good old days, some with the years of Diego and quietly distanced, and some with the temperament also gradually lost affinity, and only that side of the tube