At the beginning of the whole song, the tone is more soothing and the tone is very soft, like white clouds floating across the sky, leaving some misty traces, and like heavy willow branches blowing in the wind, like smoke and dreams, like a dream. There is nothing. Then the song gradually turns beautiful. Bright style, with strands of green grass entwined in it.

The water flows like many lines, passing through the winding mountain roads and the cover of water plants, and slowly flows down along with the singing of birds and the chirping of insects. Round and delicate. Let people be intoxicated in this intoxicating and picturesque wonderland and forget to leave. Then the tune gradually calmed down, became low and deep, and mixed with a little sadness and confiding feelings. It seems that the water flowing in the high mountains suddenly encountered the obstruction of rocks and had to penetrate along the rock bees. It's like a seed buried under a stone that has sprouted and is about to burst out of the ground. . . But this is the dullest moment, and it needs to gather strength, so it chose a low style, which is full of ancient charm. It reminds people of a bright moon sliding gracefully through the clouds on a summer night. Make people feel compassion.

Suddenly, a clear and elegant lark-like cry broke through the darkness before dawn. It was so beautiful, as if it had just passed through the barriers of thousands of mountains and rivers and finally gathered into a jumping note. , it has the harmony of the picture and the pride of breaking through the resistance. Incisively and vividly. At the same time, the water flow is placed among the mountains and forests of wild grass. They correspond to each other and vividly outline the beauty of a paradise, making people open-minded and want to dance. Sweet and happy. The internal organs are incomparably tender! After that, the running water gradually deepened, all the way down to the deep pool, moistening things like fine threads and making no sound, because the sound now returned to its previous softness and slowness. The sound is soft and quiet like running water falling to the ground, and the flexible dance is fluttering and free. Like the whispering of swallows, like the falling water, the crickets hum, and then merge into a vortex, swimming farther and farther. . . . . . Until I occasionally hear a beautiful melody. But at this time, I was immersed in the wonderful classical music and couldn't wake up. I had long forgotten that this piece of music had already been played. . . . . .