这是我生命的第四十八个生日。在这样的年龄,似乎不该再有太多的激情和感动。可是,这一天的确是那么让我不能平静,让我感慨并为之动容。 往日京城秋高气爽的日子早已不复存在,灰蒙蒙的烟尘笼罩着窗外的街道,屋里挺暗。我读了读关于创作歌曲技巧的书,有些倦然,释卷而席,坐在宁静而寂寞的屋子里,内心一片孤寂。打开钢琴,我随意地弹了一些音乐,我内心涌出一些旋律,淡然而忧郁的乐声在空气中弥漫着。神游于音乐中,抑郁的心境顿时豁然开朗起来。 This is the 48th birthday of my life. It seems that there should not be too much passion and excitement at this age. However, this day is really so I can not calm, let me emotion and moving. The days of the old days of the city have long ceased to exist, gray smoke enveloped the streets outside the window, the house is very dark. I read the book on the art of writing songs, some of them tired, sitting in a room of silence and loneliness, and lonely in my heart. Open the piano, I am free to play some music, my heart poured out some melody, indifferent and melancholy music in the air filled with. Happily in the music, depressed mood suddenly suddenly open up.