又是一年春来到,远山孵绿柳条俏。双休日在诗友处饮酒归来,偶然见到柳条上吐出了毛茸茸的鹅黄穗儿。可能是微醉容易让人怀旧的原因,我忽然就想起了儿时吹柳笛的情景,耳边仿佛传来了那来自四十年前的遥远的故乡风情的柳笛声,不由心情激动,眼睛里似乎就要流出泪水来了。柳笛在我们这里有个叫“咪咪”的乳名,制作柳笛的过程叫“扭咪咪”。我们那时候没有什么乐器可玩,现成的乐器就是自己的嘴巴。玩的时候,我们模仿各种乐器叽哩当啷乱叫 Spring is another year, far from the mountain green hatched pretty. Saturday and Sunday at the poet friend at the return of drinking, and occasionally saw whale spit out the hairy goose Huang Sui children. May be slightly drunk easy people nostalgic reason, I suddenly remembered the childhood scene willow flute, ear seems to come from that distant homeland forty years ago from the flute, not help feeling agitated, It seems to have shed tears in my eyes. Willow flute in our name is called “Mimi ” name, the process of making willow called “Twisted Mimi ”. We did not have any musical instruments to play at that time, and ready-made musical instruments were our own mouths. When playing, we imitate a variety of musical instruments grumble when jittery