家里有一支长笛,那是父亲的爱物,自打她记事起,就知道,一有空父亲就拿出来把玩,用软布擦了一遍又一遍。擦得那竹笛发亮,像是在油里润着一般。饭后收拾妥当,母亲织毛衣,父亲总喜欢拿出长笛吹奏一曲。其实父亲会吹的歌曲也不多,通常是《十五的月亮》、《北国之春》、《在那桃开盛开的地方》。可母亲爱听,那笛声一响,母亲总是满脸柔情,低头织毛衣,发丝垂在脸上,格外的柔美。她也爱听,还用跑调的声音跟着哼歌。父亲就吹得更起劲 The family has a flute, that is the father’s love thing, since she started to remember, we know that whenever possible, my father took out to play, rub with a soft cloth over and over again. Rub that bamboo flute shiny, like running in the oil with the general. After dinner properly packed, the mother knit sweater, my father always like to play a flute. In fact, my father will not blow many songs, usually “the moon of 15”, “Spring of the North”, “where the peaches bloom.” Mother can love to hear, that whistle, the mother always face tenderness, bow knit sweater, hair hanging in the face, extra soft. She also likes to listen, but also with the voice of running tune followed by humming. Father blows harder