"How good it is! It's as tall as Mount Tai!" How good it is, as vast as a river!
I still remember the scene when I met you on the Fuqin River that night, as if it was last night. A song of high mountains and flowing water, Zhong Ziqi is the one who knows my music!
Among the high mountains and flowing water, the majesty of the mountains, the roar of the water, and the chirping of the birds are all unique and pure sounds that only you can describe. But from now on, no one knows this sound with me; no one can discern this sound with me. Ziqi, Ziqi, if this is the case, Boya would rather break his qin than play the drum.
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