The sky is gradually like water, and the moon is in the sky. In the boat, the wind and strings are flowing around the beams, and the clear and beautiful voice is soaked in one after another: "There is a beauty here, and I will never forget it when I see her. If I don't see her for a day, I miss her like crazy. The phoenix is soaring, and the phoenix is sought from all over the world. But the beauty is here, not on the east wall..."
The water mist rises all around, as if there is fairy music playing, it is quaint and desolate, breathtaking.
I walked towards the source as if I had lost my soul, but it was not the singing voice, but the unique melody. I hummed and sang in a low voice: "Zhang Qin is talking about Xi, and I am talking about my heart. When will I see Xu Xi, comfort my hesitation..."
The clear stream flows with snow, and the pavement is wrinkled and green.
The slender fingers, as white as jade, gently plucked the strings, and the cool, watery melody rolled freely, caressing the green leaves and red lotuses, passing the ten-mile long pavilion, passing the lonely star and bright moon, and fell on my lips.
I remember those hands, with traces of blue marks on the palms and shallow calluses on the fingertips, falling coolly on my eyebrows, the scorched withered trees suddenly stopped, the clouds were clear, the sky was high and the wind was gentle, leaving an eternal peace.
"I wish that my words are worthy of my virtue, and we can join hands to fight each other. If I can't fly, I will perish..."
The noise overwhelmed my thoughts, and the audience in the hall cheered loudly. This song was finally followed by the bright moon and the gentle breeze, silent for eternity.