一盛夏的午后,一场骤然而至的雨让城市里的燥热收敛了不少。踏着难得的舒爽,和着久违的雨后泥土芬芳,开启了我采访新疆本土回族歌手苏尔东之旅。穿过撒满鲜花的葡萄架,着装整洁干练的苏尔东怀抱吉他,坐在石凳上整理着新近创作的歌曲,嘴巴里还不时哼唱着欢快的乐曲。看着他沉浸创作的状态,我不忍心打扰,只好在一旁静静等候。十多分钟后,他突然一抬头看 A midsummer afternoon, a sudden rain to the city’s heat a lot of convergence. Inspired by the rare comforts and fragrances of the earth after a long absence, it opened my trip to Suroun, a native singer in Xinjiang. Through the grape-filled vineyards, dressed neat and tidy Sur East arms guitar, sitting on the stone bench finishing the newly-created songs, happily humming in the mouth from time to time. Watching him immersive creative state, I do not have the heart to disturb, had to wait quietly aside. Ten minutes later, he suddenly looked up