In order to conform to the positioning of the literati, Zhang Yufei was also equipped with a flute. He Yanzhi thought that he was just letting him take it and make a show, but who knew that Zhang Yufei could really blow it, so he performed a song "Gusu Xing" for everyone on the spot. The sound of the flute is long, clear and lingering, bringing everyone back to the Jiangnan thousands of years ago.

White walls and black tiles, hazy smoke and rain, in the long alleys, raindrops fall from the eaves one by one, smashing small pits on the uneven bluestone slabs.

At the end of the alley, a young girl selling flowers sits on the stone steps, holding a paper umbrella. The bamboo basket in front of her was full of blooming apricot blossoms, and she spoke Wu Nong's soft language, waiting for passers-by to stop.

In the distance, the green hills blurred in the smoke and rain, like the woman holding the pipa and half-covering her face, the clouds floating on the ridge were like a light veil as thin as the wings of a cicada. A light rain fell into the lake below the mountain, creating a circle of ripples. From time to time, a light breeze blew, breaking away the clouds and mist on the mountain, revealing the ridge and causing ripples in the lake. However, it was not long before the clouds gathered again, hiding the green hills and the trees on them in a haze.

A few kingfishers seemed to be not afraid of this small soft spring rain, and the indigo figure quickly swept across the lake, disappeared into the bamboo forest on the opposite bank, and the few ripples left on the lake gradually dissipated.

In the bamboo forest, there is a gentle and crisp birdsong. Is it a cuckoo, or a oriole, or a lark?

A canopy boat approached slowly, and the old boatman who was holding the boat wore a hat and a robe. There were two long water marks left on the back of the boat. There was only one boat on the lake, and on this rainy day, the other fishermen had gone back to rest, so why was this boat still roaming the lake?

Out of the cabin out of a son, richly dressed, with a jade pendant tied to his side, I thought it was the young master of which family was interested, boating on the lake to enjoy the spring rain.

The canopy boat slowly passed through the bridge hole. There were people on the bridge. The careless man forgot to bring an umbrella and hurried over, but fortunately the spring rain was not in a hurry, and there was no need to panic and catch a cold. The rest of the people each held an umbrella and walked unhurriedly in the rain.

Nana's figure curled under that umbrella, but whose eyes did it fascination?

The boy on the boat hurriedly shouted to stop, but it was too late, and when he returned to the bridge, the girl had already gone away, but he did not forget to look back at the canopy boat, and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth hooked, and turned around and walked away.

There was a hook in his eyes, but only the soul of the child.

In the high-walled courtyard tonight, I'm afraid that there will be another young man in Sichun who is tossing and turning.

The drizzle was still falling, and an old woman poked her head out of the door and glanced at the sky, "Look at this posture, it's going to be the next whole day." ”

The rain curtain gradually became heavier, and the green hills, bamboo forests, lakes, arched bridges, and canopy boats seemed to be slowly melting, gradually blending with each other, and the colors flowed wantonly, turning into a mess that could not be seen clearly......

At the end of the song, there was still silence in the studio, and no one spoke.

He Yanzhi's thoughts were still hovering in the distant spring in the south of the Yangtze River, and the endless spring rain seemed to really fall on her hair, her hands, cool and soft.

The scenes unfolded and changed before her eyes like a picture scroll, and she seemed to be the person in the painting, walking quietly on the bluestone paved alley.

It wasn't until I don't know who started it that there was warm applause in the studio.

Zhang Yufei seemed to be a little shy, put down the flute, and only smiled lightly.