所谓伊人,在水一方。尽管那桐木版在时间的洪流里被搁置得生潮,记忆里我是会弹古筝的。只隐约记得边缘雕镂着长河落日圆、雁阵南飞的光景,指腹轻捻弦柱,《在水一方》的音符像水珠颗颗滚落脚边,惊起令人眩晕的美,泛音袅袅,有如茶叶在水底舒卷缠绕,在终于归于沉寂的波光里,临潭倒影看见了我所执念追逐的伊人。但那终于只是少年的槐安梦,惊醒后就只剩下一件被 The so-called Iraqis, in the water side. Although the tung wood version was shelved in the flood of time, I could play the guzheng in my memory. Only vaguely remember the edge of the river engraved with the long river, goose flying geese south of the scene, the pulp light twisting string, “on the water” side of the note falling like water droplets, stunning dizziness beauty, overtone curl , Like a tea twining around the bottom of the water, and finally settling in the light of silence, the reflection of Lintan saw the Iraqis I chase after. But it was finally just a juvenile Huai An Dream, woke up after only one was