琴音静默。伴着飘飘欲飞的雪,于荒芜的日子深处,冬,穿越古驿道上漫天呼啸的朔风,凝听天籁的雄浑与浩瀚。想必,这无沿的寂静,正是源于那把提琴断弦的瞬间。与你相遇,仿佛一场梦,梦一样的透明。雪原溢香,溢出一朵心灵的颤栗。而你遗下的足迹,如同飘散那段激昂的音符。 Qin sound silence. Accompanied by the snow flying in the depths of the barren days, winter, roaring through the ancient post road whistling wind, listen to the vigorous and vastness of nature. Presumably, this endless silence, it is from the moment that the violin string. Meet with you, as if a dream, the same dream of transparency. Snowy overflowing, overflowing a soul tremble. The footsteps of your legacy are like the passionate notes that have been shed.