一幺老爷经常在暗地里感叹自己生不逢时,继而感叹自己“堕落”了。堕落到什么程度呢?每天早晚骑着单车背着他的小胡琴去滨江公园为广场舞大妈们伴奏。于是他学会了拉《小苹果》、吹《最炫民族风》。这样的“堕落”恐怕是五十年前的师傅绝不会想到的,就算是二十年前的自己也想不到。每每看到那些精神亢奋的女人们举起肉嘟嘟的双手,摇摆起发福的身体,他就觉得有点对不起先人。但是他心里很清楚,就算是没有流行音乐没有广场舞,川剧,恐怕也亡了。恐怕早在他学川剧仅仅是为了挣工分那会儿就已经亡了。 A master always secretly sighs when he was not up to date, and then lamented “Fallen ”. Fallen to what extent? Every morning and evening riding a bicycle carrying his little violin to Riverside Park accompaniment for square dance aunt. So he learned to pull “little apple”, blowing “the most dazzling ethnic style.” Such “Fallen ” I am afraid that 50 years ago, the teacher will never think of it, even 20 years ago, I can not think of it. Every time I see those energetic women raised their beaked hands, swinging the blessed body, he felt a little sorry for the ancestors. But he knew very well, even if there is no pop music square dance, Sichuan Opera, I am afraid death. I am afraid that as long as he learned Sichuan Opera just to earn hours of work has died.