笛骨子里的呼啸,在新石器时代的篝火边扭舞,粘着猎物的香馨,牵来飞禽的嘀咕;竹节中的高亢,从轩辕氏的黄河畔缠绕蔓延,旋升百世青山,拽止千年流云。天辽地远,笛声凝滞其间,随灵指轻叩便旋舞起来,跃成一道亘古清亮的虹;古道迢递,风声洞穿其上,溅起扶疏花木波波惊赞,笼为一缕轻烟直上长空。霭色飘飞里,谁的笛声如此干净悠长?如禅里风,似月下溪,沿着青岫,攀升。那禅风,从心境里袅娜而出,吹动一带绢丝。绝境。那月溪,于屏息间涓涓细淌,不染一丝纤 Whistling whistle blowing in the Neolithic campfire edge twisted sticky prey incense brought birds whispered; bamboo in the high-pitched, from the Yellow River winding up the Regulus, whirlwind Baishan Castle, pull the Millennium Streaming cloud. Tian Liaodiao far, the sound of the flute stagnant, during which, with the spiritual finger tapping it will spin up, jump into an ancient clear rainbow; Trail 迢 delivery, the wind pierced it, splashes of flowers and trees waves booming amazed cage as a ray Smoke straight up the sky. Margaret color floating in the air, who’s flute so clean and long? Such as the wind in the morning, like the river, climbed along Qingxiu. That Zen style, from the state of mind willowyna out, blowing around the silk. Desperate. That month Creek, trickle between the screen, do not dye a trace of fiber