Sound of the erhu（二）

Sudden sorrow and grief, so that you heart is sad and dreary.
Erhu sound, so the water, in the mountains, in the sprawling land of weeds, with the long tunes through time and space.
Water lily, Jiapeng Fang's "Water Lily", and thus walk in your heart, Sorrow, sorrow and grief, beauty, make you free from the ground and thought she Meng Po _______ No sad face appears to have no joy to tell you the human world desolation and helplessness.
A road, called the Land of the Dead, full of sorrow
A river, name Lethe, that it overflows bleak
An athletic, carrying Lethe
Cure my bowl, you can forget this life, in exchange for the afterlife
A stone, stand banks of Lethe, it is called three times
A well specified in the afterlife
A familiar figure, is pleased to jump
A face, next life, King Allure
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Those who had loved, those who do not fit, those disputes will be in Red Dust hands with her "cure my" choking, always on the solidification and on a Modoribashi that speaks, filling with tears of sadness Looking back, overtaken by clouds, gone with the wind.
Dismay? Or brandished a knife and cut the sleeve will never be?
Everything is not important, because one by one forget, forget all the various ......
Flowers Yefei Yang, scattered everywhere, no direction.
However, the erhu sound, you hear it? Beijing Olympics, cheer, whistle, sharp rail traffic .....
Erhu sound, you hear that? Voice of the entire nation has been vigorous played under the stars in the bright ... ...
Listening to the sound of moving the erhu, erhu you think of the streets due to such a special instrument, like piano box and bow on the Mongolia's Wyrmhide horse mane, its beautiful architecture and elegant without the music hall, as long as thought, sounding it anytime, anywhere, with ease, stretch, free. Even if the Bridge, Qin Tong, rosin, portamento, soft that you do not understand these terms, do not prevent you from listening to the heart with the flowing out of the notes that finger, moist with the rain, passing the Shaotou wormwood, over the hills, and the wind, Kusaka, fishes continuously dwell. So, your mind with its intentionally or unintentionally, will go far, far away.
Looking back on the erhu sound, with a little melancholy, you hang around in alleyways, forgotten time.
Gradually, the sky to float the rain, there were numerous, the percentage who Rouchang knot?
The wind had, curved bridge, road and turns.
Curiously looking at the way you Zhang, courtyard side of the road, such as honey speckled every corner of the rain, gentle breeze through the low wall a few road, hanging flower pergola lentils shaking slightly; roof, with open gluttonous cat sleepy eyes, upturned eaves of the small head count the falling rain, drop, two drops, three drops ......
Lingering with you all the way around the erhu sound to the front window of the street, an old man sitting alone at the table and slowly sipped tea, listening, memories.
That the Yangtze River, the young, the spring ......