I walk into dining-room, happen to " Yu Zhou sings evening " transmit. It collects me like brooklet of a trickling sluggishly in brain laky, extensive removes a week billows. My hand is played not self-consciously as music dial ……
我走进餐厅，正巧一曲《渔舟唱晚》传来。它如一股涓涓细流汇入我脑海中的湖泊，泛起一周波澜。我的手随着音乐不自觉地弹拨起来……
“ you is this to playing Gu Zheng? A classmate asks ” curiously, how didn't I listen to “ had you mentioned? ”“ had not been played now because of me, ” I answer, “ from on junior high school had not been played again. Then you like ”“ very much certainly play Gu Zheng, did not play the start that still can mark a hand to go up a few years. ” my mind tightens: Do I like “ really? The word of ” classmate let me be immersed in contemplative.
“你这是在弹古筝？”一位同学好奇地问，“我怎么没听你提起过呢？”“因为我现在已经不弹了，”我应道，“从上初中就没再弹过。”“那你一定很喜欢弹古筝吧，几年没弹了还能记着手上的动作。”我心头一紧：“我真的喜欢吗？”同学的话让我陷入了沉思。
In one's childhood I do not like to play Gu Zheng, even some are fed up with it. The ancient kite class of weekly makes me a little cheesed, the exercise in the home makes me tired, dai Guzheng fingernail is being picked after before be being played every time, be being played is to make my heart medium more vinegary. Until went up junior high school casts Gu Zheng because of school work when this great weight, I just loosened thoroughly at a heat.
小时候的我并不喜欢弹古筝，甚至有些讨厌它。一周一次的古筝课使我有些厌烦，家中的练习让我疲倦，每次弹前弹后摘戴古筝指甲更是让我心中不悦。直到上了初中因学业而抛下古筝这个大包袱时，我才彻底地松了一口气。
“ in fact, I also do not like to play Gu Zheng a bit. ” has answered a god to come, I still shake my head. “ oh be ground of ……” classmate uncertainty saw me, what to say no longer.
“事实上，我一点儿也不喜欢弹古筝。”回过神来，我还是摇了摇头。“哦是吗……”同学半信半疑地看了我一眼，不再说什么。
Confide aspirations, I feel however in the heart deserted. Am I did not like to play Gu Zheng really? The Gu Zheng —— that can think back to to have oneself for the first time still is a “ that has been used by others only secondhand when ” Gu Zheng, was to get treasure unexpectedly in the heart like the composition happy. I do not wait to take fingernail of very ancient kite, had delimited on string with the hand directly. Although have a string of voice that covers tightly frowzily only, I am very happy with it however the ground is enmeshed among them.
吐露了心声，我却觉得心里空荡荡的。我是真的不喜欢弹古筝了吗？可回想第一次拥有自己的古筝——还只是一架被别人用过的“二手”古筝时，心里竟是得了宝作文似的开心。我等不到带好古筝指甲，直接用手在琴弦上划过。虽然只有一串闷闷的声音，我却乐此不疲地沉浸其中。
Before you can say Jack Robinson, gu Zheng resembles in my hand is broadened beautiful flower, send out a continuously a faint fragrance. When me achieve removes " high mountain running water " when, incline the head listen attentively to, show the tweedle below or massiness are like hill, or gallop be like water. I am intoxicated in this movement, at the moment faint mirror a landscape painting comes, seem to still cool breeze stroke lives side side. A cease, the double look that my lock wears slowly open, do not have one person for nothing by, more do not talk to go up hip. However my heart is huge is satisfied however. I know, my Yu Guzheng, gu Zheng at me, each other is a bosom friend.
转眼间，古筝在我的手中像是绽开的美丽花朵，散发出缕缕幽香。当我奏起一曲《高山流水》时，侧耳倾听，指下的琴声或厚重如山，或奔腾似水。我便陶醉在这方乐章中，眼前隐约映出一幅山水画来，好像还有清风拂过耳畔。一曲终了，我紧闭着的双眼缓缓睁开，周遭空无一人，更谈不上喝彩声。然而我的内心却是极大的满足。我知道，我于古筝，古筝于我，互为知己。
My feeling jumps out from inside memory, the hand bounces as music again come, after all " Yu Zhou sings evening " it is me once most the melody of expert. Do then you like “ very much certainly Gu Zheng? The problem of ” classmate shines again now brain. But this, there is a completely different answer however in my heart. I ever thought Gu Zheng brings me only drab, the air that never experiences it and it to bring however, fingering gets together already a running water, inpour in my memorial endless flow, moist I grow, leading me to take a step forward.
我的思绪从记忆中跳出，手又随着音乐弹起来，毕竟《渔舟唱晚》是我曾经最拿手的曲子。“那你一定很喜欢古筝吧？”同学的问题又闪现在脑海。但这一次，我心中却藏着一个完全不同的答案。我曾以为古筝带给我的只有乏味，却不曾感受到它与它带来的旋律、指法早已聚成一股流水，流进我的记忆长河中，滋润着我成长，引领着我迈步向前。
Came home eventually! Ground of my too impatient to wait goes straight towards Xiang Chen to seal long already Gu Zheng, " Yu Zhou sings evening " point to from me below slowly pour out of ……
终于回家了！我迫不及待地奔向尘封已久的古筝，一曲《渔舟唱晚》从我指下缓缓流出……(文/周颖萱)