The piano is playing.

murmuring like a lush mountain, the clear sound of the spring and water, on the high terrace, not far behind the evil memory of heaven and the evil wolf, rings for a long time.

the green and slender fingers on the strings of the Guqin can be picked gently or pushed heavily. Sometimes they are gentle, sometimes they are melodious, sometimes they are low, sometimes they are clear and pleasant, just like nine days above, they are joyful and eternal, no worries, no hatred, no anger, no blame. In this way, they flow from the delicate and very simple hands Come out.

in the summer palace,...