说起我和笛子结缘,还得从那年观看“六一”文艺演出说起。节目中有一个笛子独奏,叫《春到湘江》。演奏者是位男生,只见他的手指在笛子上跳动,扣人心弦的笛声在指间流淌。那笛声好奇妙,时而像山间的清泉淙淙流淌,时而像长空的哨音响彻云霄,时而像秋天的鸣蝉如泣如诉。他手中的那支竹笛仿佛童话中的魔笛让我如痴如醉。 Speaking of my connection with the flute, I must start by watching the “61” theatrical performances that year. There is a solo flute called “Spring to Xiangjiang”. The performer was a boy who only saw his fingers twirling on the flute. The gripping flute buzzed between the fingers. The whistle sounded curious, and sometimes it seemed like the clear springs of the mountains were flowing, and sometimes the whistle of the sky sounded like a cloud. The bamboo flute in his hands is like a magic flute in my fairy tale.