知音 有一人喜欢弹琴,白认为弹得很好。 一次,他又坐在门口弹他最喜欢的那首悲伤的曲子。这时,一个中年妇女路过这儿,突然哭起来了。弹琴的人问:“大嫂,你怎么啦?”大嫂指着他的琴说:“一听你弹这个,我就想起我那死去的丈夫来了!”弹琴的人以为是自己的琴声感动了大嫂,心中非常得意,忙问大嫂:“你怎么会由此想到你丈夫了呢?” 大嫂说:“他原来是个弹棉花的,弹棉花的声音和您的琴声一模一样啊!” There is one person who likes to play the piano, White thinks that playing well. Once again, he sat at the door again playing his favorite piece of sad song. At this moment, a middle-aged woman passed by and suddenly began to cry. The harpist asked, “Sister, what’s the matter with you?” The sister pointed at his piano and said, “As soon as you hit this, I think of my dead husband coming!” The harps thought they were touching Sister, very proud mind, busy asking sister: “How would you think of your husband from this?” Sister said: "He was a bomb of cotton, cotton ball sound exactly the same as your piano ah!