每当我听到由小提琴拉出的优美乐曲时,总会想起数年前的一段往事。那时候,我刚步入社会工作,居住的租屋较为简陋。对面的房间新搬来了一对夫妻,两人看起来似乎是新婚不久,但家庭用品十分简陋,只有一台颇为高级的音响,特别显眼。这天晚上,我洗漱完毕,刚想睡觉,一阵震耳欲聋的音乐声从对面的套房中传出,回响在空气中。这么晚了,这一对夫妻还要欣赏音乐,而且还开这么大声?我试着在床上忍受了一下,但音乐声实在过于嘈杂,根本难以入睡。我气愤地跳起身,冲到了对方的房门外,一边拍打着房门,一边喊道:“麻烦您将声音开小一些,好吗?” Whenever I hear the beautiful music pulled out by the violin, I always remember a passage from a few years ago. At that time, I just stepped into social work, living in a more primitive hiring. Opposite the room newly moved to a couple, two people seem to be newly married soon, but the household supplies are very simple, only a very high-level sound, especially conspicuous. This night, I finished washing, just going to sleep, a burst of deafening music heard from the opposite suite, echoed in the air. So late, did the couple enjoy the music, and did it open so loud? I tried to endure in bed, but the music was so noisy that it was hard to fall asleep. I jumped up angrily, rushed to the other side of the door, while flapping the door, shouting: “trouble you to open the sound smaller, okay?”