现在很少能听到从人家的窗口传出来的箫笛或拉二胡的声音了,民间的种种乐声都不知去了哪里。有一个时期,口琴的吹奏声对我而言简直就是天籁,说到口琴,我总觉得它不是乐器,不是乐器又会是什么呢?这么一问自己,又像是说不来了。我的哥哥,年轻的时候,总是在那里吹,吹,吹。不单单是他一个人吹,他的朋友,也都是每人一把口琴,常常革命党一样偷偷聚在一起吹,好像是,那是那个时代的时尚。想想看,三四个年轻 Now it is rare to hear the sound of the flute or pull erhu coming from the windows of other people, and all the folk songs have gone missing. There was a period in which the harmonica’s sound was simply sounds of nature to me. When it comes to harmonica, I always feel that it is not a musical instrument. What is not a musical instrument? My brother, when young, always there blowing, blowing, blowing. Not only was he alone, his friends, each of them also a harmonica, often secretly gathered together like a revolutionary party blowing, as if that is the fashion of that era. Think about it, three or four young