独坐于房中,手中握着二胡的主干,右手推拉间,纤细的琴弦颤动着,流出悠扬的曲声。音符编织成一条丝带,围绕着我,把我的记忆拉回到几年前那个凄清的夜晚……那夜,我们围坐在奶奶的病榻旁,眼中满是伤痛。无人开口,房中是惊人的寂静,良久,良久“。呵呵。”笑声打破沉寂,我们不约而同抬起头,笑的竟是奶奶“。唉,你们别不说话啊,来,趁我还没做手术,咱多说说话。手术而已,小事!”说完,奶奶又爽朗地笑起来。 Sitting alone in the room, holding the erhu’s trunk in his hand, his right hand sliding room, slender strings tremble, melodious melodious outflow. Weave the note into a ribbon that surrounds me and pulls my memory back to the desolate night a few years ago ... That night we were sitting next to my grandmother’s sickness, full of pain in her eyes. Oh, “laughter to break the silence, we invariably looked up, laughing actually grandmother.” Well, you do not talk, ah, to take advantage of I have not surgery, we talk more. Surgical only, trivial! "Finish, grandmother and hearty laugh.