初夏之夜,凉风习习,我吃完晚饭,漫步在街上。走到御史巷时,阵阵二胡乐音涌入耳鼓,那种欲加掩饰却又在不经意间流露出的悲伤使许多行人都停下了脚步。一位六十多岁的老人倚着巷口的石柱,两眼借助于微弱的灯光,木然地看着乐谱,手中持着的弓在弦上来回拉着。原本略带优雅之音的《 In the early summer evening, with a cool breeze, I ate dinner and strolled down the street. When we walked to Yushixiang, bursts of erhu music sounded into the eardrum, and the kind of sadness that we wanted to cover up but inadvertently showed off caused many pedestrians to stop. A 60-year-old man leaned against the stone pillar of the alley, and with his helpless light, he looked at the sheet music, and the bow held in his hand pulled back and forth on the string. The original sound of elegance