在家翻看老照片时,我回想起那些学习音乐的日子,这让我有一种想把自己的学习经历写下来的冲动。于是,我打开电脑,一边回忆着我与音乐的故事,一边敲打着键盘。在我的童年时光里,没有接受过比较专业和系统的音乐启蒙教育。那时候的我不像现在城市里的孩子,每周都要学画画、学乐器,生活过得很紧凑。在我的印象中,唯一与音乐有关的事情就是那时我爱听收音机里流淌出的粗犷的西北风老歌,爱唱“没有花香,没有树高”的《小草》,还有那有着陕北风味的《信天 When I look at the old photos at home, I recall the days of learning music, which gives me an urge to write down my learning experience. So, I opened the computer, while memorizing the story of the music, while typing the keyboard. In my childhood, I did not receive professional and systematic music education. At that time, unlike the children in cities nowadays, I learned to draw and learn music every week and lived a very tight life. The only music-related thing in my mind was when I loved the rugged northwesterly old songs flowing in the radio, the “grass” singing “no flowers, no tree height,” and That has a northern Shaanxi flavor "letter of Heaven