期盼中,等来了邹忠新老师追思会。其实,他并未走远。他银色的美髯在微风中飘逸,他爽朗的笑声在耳边回响,噼哩啪啦的金钱板,撒落在巴山蜀水,名山大川。今天,我们说邹老师是金钱板艺术大师,不会有人反对了。然而,八十多年前他学艺之初,一定不会有人看好。他,文盲一个,孤儿一个,大舌头一个,连话都说不伸抖(利索)。怎么可能成为说唱方面的艺术大师呢?当初老师教他,无非可怜他饿得遭孽(可怜),才给他半碗稀饭。 Looking forward to waiting for the new teacher Zou Zhongmei. In fact, he did not go far. His beautiful silver breeze elegant in the breeze, his hearty laughter echoed in the ear, crackling money board, sprinkled on Bashan Shu water, mountains and rivers. Today, we say that Mr. Zou is a master of money art, and no one will object. However, some 80 years ago when he was young, some people would not be optimistic. He was illiterate, orphaned, with a big tongue, and said nothing. How could it become a master of art in rap? The teacher taught him, nothing more than his terrible hunger (pitiful), gave him a bowl of porridge.