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在西安高新区的一处新建花园里,每日清晨,当太阳刚刚染红半边天,便会传出清脆嘹亮的笛音,悠扬动情,委婉缠绵,好似一只百灵鸟在歌唱,更像布谷鸟向人们在问好……顺着笛声寻找,吹笛者是一位老人,他叫薛希宏,是雁塔区沙井村的农民,他在这儿吹笛子已经有十余年了。有一年仲夏,老薛正在树从中吹笛,猛然间大雨倾盆而下,老薛没有带伞,只好躲在花园凉亭下避雨。雨沥沥地下着,没有
In a newly-built garden in Xi’an Hi-tech Zone, every morning when the sun just dyed half the sky, a crisp and loud flute was heard, melodiously and emotionally touching, as if a lark were singing and more like cuckoo Saying hello to people ... Looking down at the flute, Piper is an old man. He is Xue Xihong, a farmer from Shajing Village in Yanta District. He has been playing the flute for more than ten years here. One year Midsummer, old Xue is playing the flute in the tree, suddenly pouring rain, the old Xue did not bring an umbrella, had to hide in the garden pavilion shelter from the rain. Rain Lek underground, no