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As a boy growing up in Shenyang, China, I practiced the piano six hours a day.I Loved the instrument.At first I played on clunky Chinese keyboards — cheap, but the best we could afford. 我小时候在中国的沈阳市生活，每天都花6个小时练习弹钢琴。我喜欢这种乐器。一开始我弹的钢琴是国产的，样子笨重但却便宜，是我们能买得起的最好的钢琴。 Later my parents bought me a Swedish piano, but I broke half the strings on it playing Tchaikovsky.That’s when my parents and my teacher decided I was too much for such an instrument — and for our hometown.To be a serious musician, I would have to move to Beijing, our cultural capital.I was just eight years old. 后来我父母给我买了一架瑞典钢琴，于是我就用这架钢琴练习柴可夫斯基的曲子，可是半数的琴弦都弹断了。这时我父母和老师认为这样的乐器以及我的家乡已经不再适合我了。要成为一名真正的音乐家，我得去我们的文化之都——北京。那年我才8岁。 My father, who played the erhu, a two-stringed instrument, made a great sacrifice.To relocate to Beijing with me, he quit his concertmaster’s job, which he loved, and my mother stayed behind in Shenyang to keep working at her job at the science institute to support us. 我的父亲弹奏一种二弦乐器——二胡，他为我做出了巨大的牺牲。为了带我到北京，他辞去了自己热爱的首席乐师的工作，我的母亲则留在沈阳的科研所继续工作以维持我们的生活。 | 
