我的家在一个比较老旧的小区。一到夏天,高大的树木遮挡在楼前,投下一片阴凉。可使我感到最惬意的就是每天清晨,聆听隔壁的小提琴唱歌。几乎每天上午9点,隔壁就传来了琴声。有一段时间,隔壁的小提琴一直都拉着同一首曲子。那支曲子很熟悉,我却不知道它叫什么。每一次的开头,总是那样沉稳舒缓,仿佛自己一个人在午后的时光里,走在广阔无垠的麦田中,齐腰的麦子们静静地坐在田 My home is in an older neighborhood. As soon as the summer, tall trees obscured the front of the building and dropped a shade. What makes me feel most comfortable is that every morning, I listen to the violin singing next door. Almost every morning at 9 o’clock, came the piano next door. For some time, the violin next door had been pulling the same song. That song is very familiar, but I do not know what it is called. The beginning of each time, always so calm and soothing, as if he alone in the afternoon time, walking in the vast expanse of wheat fields, waist-waving wheat quietly sitting in the fields