一 Allegro ma non troppo 傍晚,它静静地躺在那里。弓与弦张成一条优美的弧线,弯曲的角度刚刚好；光滑的表面映出琴架的轮廓、斜放的谱和外面即将淡去的日影,柔和得像一面镜子, 和缓缓行过木地板的光线融为一体。主人走进房间,掩上门,开始替它调音。这是只难以驾驭的咖啡色蝴蝶,似乎随时都将挣脱主人的掌心随风而去；主人拿起谱,在微明的光线中拉起它最熟悉的单部 Trio——他们 Allegro ma non troppo It is lying there quietly in the evening. The bows and strings are curved into a beautiful arc, the angle of bending is just right; the smooth surface reflects the outline of the zither, the spectrum of the splays, and the shadow of the sun that is about to fade away. It is soft like a mirror, and it slowly walks through the wood. The light of the floor blends. The owner stepped into the room, covered the door and began to tune it. This is an uncontrollable brown butterfly. It seems that at any time it will break away from the owner’s palm and the wind will go. The master takes up the spectrum and pulls up the single Trio he knows best in the light of twilight.