If the clouds are harmonious and the drums are louder, the strings of the luan will easily break. The moon dances in the light cold, the song ends and everyone disperses.
——Inscription
preface
My name is Yun Luan, Yun He's Yun, Luan Xian's Luan. The master said that I was born for the piano.
I laugh, maybe it is! For a luthier, the lute is his life.
Play away the resentment and ignorance in the world, stir up the intertwining of love and hate, swim in the mountains and rivers, and gently pick up the wind and return to the snow.
The master said that the heart of the piano depends on each other, and everything has a sound. There is love before the tune is formed! Only to be able to move people.
I thought, I don't understand. The word 'love' is too difficult, so why do you need to understand it.
Day after day, year after year. The master said that my piano skills are almost as good as those of Rao Liang for three days.
But the violinist doesn't understand 'love'——
Asking what love is in the world can directly teach you whether life and death are together!
The mountains have no edges, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunders tremble, the summer rains and snows, the heaven and the earth are united, I dare to be with you!
To me, that's too far away.
A green wave of spring water leaves no trace of ripples. This is my life, without waves or waves——
Until, on that day, by the Dongting Lake——
Intention: