从我记事起,妈妈总为我练古筝而生气。有时弹不好,妈妈会变魔术似的,从背后抽出一个我平时捞蝌蚪的红色塑料网,趁我没闪开,用力打我。在别人玩耍时,我就被缠上硬硬的胶布、指夹,去上古筝课。练古筝名曲时,我心里头全是自助餐上关味的巧克力、焦香的鹅肝、冰爽的果汁、甜甜的面包……我心不在焉,总是弹错音。妈妈眼疾手快,拿起桌上的纸张,双手用力一拧,拧成一个坚硬的纸棒。她阴沉的脸蛋上,射出两道犀利的目光,抡起纸棒往我头上 From my memoirs, my mother always angry for me to practice the zither. Sometimes play bad, my mother will become magical, pulled out from the back of a red plastic net I usually fishing tadpoles, while I did not open, forced me. While playing with others, I was wrapped in hard plastic tape, finger clip, go to the guzheng lesson. When I was practicing the famous zither, I had all the delicious chocolate on the buffet, the foie gras, the ice-cream, the sweet bread ... I was absent-minded and always played the wrong sound. Mother eyes fast, picked up the paper on the table, his hands a hard twist, twisted into a hard paper stick. On her gloomy face she shot two sharp eyes and lifted the paper stick into my head