一校园里有一片树林。我经常躲在里面,找个石凳,练琴。林间小径人迹罕至。然而一日竟有脚步声经过,在我面前停下。抬头看,是个学校里的清洁工,穿一身橘黄色制服。他驻足看我拉琴,片刻,出言指点我持弓与按弦的姿势,句句内行。我听得发愣。 There is a wood on campus. I often hide inside, find a stone bench, practice piano. Forest path off the beaten track. However, after a day’s footsteps, I stopped in front of me. Looking up, was a school cleaner, wearing an orange uniform. He stopped at me to see the violins, for a moment, pointing out my gesture of holding the bow and string, with the words. I heard a daze.