花开花落,云卷云舒。琴杆上留下了我无数的指纹,崭新的二胡不知何时也变得沧桑了。从《洁白的哈达》、《我是草原小牧民》、《小花鼓》到如今的《豫北叙事曲》、《葡萄熟了》、《二泉映月》;从一味的跑音、不安分的杂音,到手指与琴弦间涌出跃动流畅的音符,一切就如同毛毛虫变成蝴蝶的蜕变一样,在与二胡为伍的曲折道路上,我留下了一串串各式各 Flowers bloom, cloud cirrus. Piano rod left my numerous fingerprints, the new erhu do not know when it has become vicissitudes. From the “white Hatha”, “I am a small grassland prairie”, “Little Flower Drum” to today’s “North Henan narrative song”, “grapes cooked”, “Er Quan Ying Yue”; blindly running sound, restless Of the murmur, to the fingers and strings gushing fluent notes, everything is like a caterpillar into a butterfly transformation, like the road in the twists and turns with the erhu, I left a string of all kinds