在那么一个阳光很好的下午,我们一堆人窝曲在大山夹峙的一个农家小院里唱了起来。起初只是唱民歌,后来就有语录歌、流行歌曲、外国歌曲,还有人吼秦腔、哼京戏。人们声嘶力竭,脸红脖子粗。羞怯、羞颜没有了。雅俗混杂、文野横出。全都是掏心亮肝的坦白。哄哄闹闹、有哭有笑。弄得太阳不走,山水发抖,鸡们狗们都伸头瞪眼地呆了。 没有人指挥,歌声突然中止了。谁也不说话。莫名的惆帐和伤感挤走了放纵和兴奋,世界寂然,我门的心 On such a nice sunny afternoon, we got a bunch of people singing in a farm yard in the middle of the mountain. At first it was only a folk song. Later, there were recorded songs, popular songs, foreign songs, and others roaring the Qin opera, hum Beijing opera. People hoarse, blushing neck thick. Shy, shameless gone. Elegant mixed, Wen Ye side. All are bright heart confession. Fooling around, crying and laughing. Confused the sun does not go, landscape trembling, chickens and dogs who are staring dumbfounded. No one command, the song suddenly stopped. Who do not speak Inexplicable accounting and sadness squeezed away indulgence and excitement, the world silence, my heart