This is a feeling of being embraced by surrounding notes, floating on clouds and mist, ascending to an ethereal state.
It seems as if the world is left only with the sound of the bamboo flute.
Crisp.
Melodious.
Like the broken jade of Mount Kun, resounding to halt the moving clouds.
Everyone's emotional valve was switched on in an instant!
Joy;
Sorrow;
Melancholy;
Tranquility;
Warmth;
And amid the myriad of emotions being stirred.
On the stage.
Before the piano.
Lin Yuan quietly touched the piano keys.
The sound of interwoven black and white keys seemed to tease and tug at people's emotions, entangling with the bamboo flute.
As if it were the wind in the mountain.
As if it were the deep moon in the valley.
Or perhaps stealing a half-day leisure from life, even to the point of wearing a cape and slashing thorns and brambles.
In the calmness of the clouds and light wind, there is a unique firmness and stubbornness, like a bird emitting a high-pitched sound.
