那时我刚进大学,每天晚自习结束后我都要再学一个小时,直到校园熄灯才走出教室。我并非学痴,只是喜欢一个人走路的感觉。每次途经男生宿舍楼,总会听到一种婉转的曲调,“有人在吹笛子”。我不觉放慢脚步。微明的月夜,校园里静静的,一丛丛树影浓浓淡淡,笛声仿佛长着透明的翅膀,引你触摸缥缈神奇的天空。我低下头,看到自己的影子在笛声中融化了。每次调子都不太一样,但给人的感觉一样美,带点伤感的美,也许这便是笛声的魅力,圆润中带些缠 At that time, I just went to college and I had to study for another hour each day after the end of self-study. I did not go out of the classroom until the lights went out. I am not a schoolboy, I just enjoy the feeling of walking alone. Every time through the male dormitory, always hear a mild melody, “someone is playing the flute ”. I do not feel slowed down. Twilight moonlit night, quiet on campus, a cluster of trees shadow thick, flute sounds like a transparent wings, lead you to touch the magical sky 缥 缈. I looked down and saw my shadow melted in the flute. Each tune is not the same, but gives the same feeling of beauty, a little sad beauty, perhaps this is the charm of the flute, rounded with some entangled