谁撂下了这一地的琴声,如月光那样的白晰,如月影那样的幽隐,又如月色那般散淡?我从外面赶回,这抑扬的琴声拽住了我匆匆的脚步,像要将我绊倒。我只好放慢步子,满地的琴声便从地上自脚而上,从容爬遍我的全身。离我家不远的一块旷地,近日热闹起来。来了一群民工,喧哗着搭起了简易的工棚,挖坑挑土,填石倒沙,他们要填灌堆砌一栋大型的钢砖结构,城里人给取了一个很好听的名字:楼花。这琴声便是从那尚未开花的楼下低矮的 Who knocked down the piano in this area, such as the moonlight white, such as moon shadow that secluded, as moonlight so fragile? I rushed back from the outside, this restrained the sound of the piano grabbed me hurriedly Footsteps, like going to trip me. I had to slow down the pace, the piano sound of the floor from the ground from the bottom up, calmly crawling all over my body. Not far from my home a piece of open land, recently bustling up. To a group of migrant workers, the noise of the erection of a simple shed, digging pick the earth, filled with sand and sediment, they have to fill a pile of large steel brick structure, the city people to take a very nice name: . This is the piano from the downstairs that has not blossomed yet