Red Dust Audio Recording

On an ordinary night, I walk slowly in the clear light, and I bow to my true self in the light of the clear water. Mr. Tao's immortal residence "Ju'an Xiaoge" is where time freezes, like a lonely winter. The membrane of his "Shengye Flute" has been empty for three hundred years. Finally, on an ordinary night, he walked slowly in the clear light and stepped into the noisy world that he had long been unfamiliar with. From then on, the fairy road turned. He went from a superior "tuner" to a toddler "listener". Hearing the joys and sorrows of the market, smelling the smoke of fireworks, while healing others, he clumsily repairs the imperfections in his own heart. He walked across thousands of miles of lotus ponds and stepped towards the vast East China Sea. Along the way, not to compete for hegemony, but to catch a glimpse of the complete reflection of the person who had been forgotten for three hundred years in the glimmering water of the human world. On the other side of the soul, the perceptual self he cut out, named "Zhaojun", is echoing with the same lonely frequency, waiting for a fateful reunion and dialogue. This is a "Red Dust Audio Recording" about listening, understanding and reconciliation. When the immortal finally saw his true self and bowed in the world of mortals, the night flute, which had been silent for three hundred years, could play the first perfect resonance between heaven and earth in the filmless place.