排笛声滑翔在饱满的弦乐,仿佛飘翔的云朵时薄时厚;琴的拨弦声像那淙淙的流水,心间流畅地淌过;吉他与笛子风中舒适地交谈,河畔响起钟;虫鸣鸟语中,我仿佛走进了瑞士景明丽的玫瑰峰山麓。然后随着清幽遥远的笛声,迷失孩子借着月色下白石的微光,找到回家的路;梦幻的草香挟着露珠,提 The flute gliders in the full string of music, as if the clouds are thin when the clouds are floating; the plucked strings of the piano sound like the flowing water, the heart fluctuate smoothly; the guitar and the flute wind comfortably talk, the river ring bell In the insects and birds, I seem to walk into the foothills of Rose Peak in Switzerland’s Jing Mingli. Then, with the sound of the distant flute, the children lost their way through the white light of the moonlight and found the way home; the dreamy grass was dewy,