“为什么?”我叫了起来。“就因为你小时候没能拉上小提琴?你从来不用拉琴,我为什么必须拉那笨重的玩意?”爸爸把车开到路边,手指着我。“因为你能给人们带来快乐。你能拨动他们的心弦。我不会让你放弃这份才能。”爸爸又心平气和地说:“有一天你会有我从未有过的机会:你能为你的全家弹奏美妙的音乐。那时你会明白,如此努力到底是为什么。”
I was speechless. I had rarely heard Dad speak with such feeling about anything, much less the accordion. From then on, I practiced without my parents’ making me.
我不吱声了。我很少听到爸爸如此语重心长地跟我谈事情,更不用说是为了拉手风琴的事。从那以后,我练琴再也不用父母盯着。
The evening of the concert Mom wore glittery earrings and more makeup than I could remember. Dad got out of work early, put on a suit and tie, and slicked down his hair with Vitalis. They were ready an hour early, so we sat in the living room chatting nervously. I got the unspoken message that playing this one song was a dream come true for them.
音乐会那天晚上,妈妈戴上了亮闪闪的耳环,精心打扮一番;爸爸也早早下班回家,穿上西装,系上领带,头上抹了瓦特里斯,油亮亮的。他们提前一个小时就准备好了,我们就坐在厅里,紧张地谈论着。我感觉到,上台演奏这首曲子是他们要实现的一个梦想。
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