I can still see the top of the mountain, shrouded in clouds and mist, erratic and uncertain. The clear overtones and lively rhythm are like "clanging and clanking, the cold current in the secluded world; clear and cold, the trickle of pine roots." Listen quietly and feel pleasure.

The beautiful feeling is as if you are immersed in the scene, pure, as if two close friends are in a place where birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, with a small bridge in front, flowing water, and people... talking. But in the beauty and joy, we can feel the ups and downs and bitterness between the two, the sweetness is bitter, and the bitterness is also filled with a sense of happiness... The melody is towering, like Mount Tai. The melody is powerful and unrestrained, like the water of a river...