The sound of the flute is described in the former Chibi Fu: Its sound is as whining as resentment, as admiration, as weeping as complaining, and the lingering sound lingers like a wisp.
Previous Red Cliff Ode
[Song Dynasty] Su Shi
In the autumn of Renxu, in the seventh month, Su Zi and his guests were boating under Red Cliff. The breeze comes slowly and the water waves are calm. Lifting wine to guests, reciting poems about the bright moon, and singing graceful chapters. After a while, the moon rose above the east mountain, wandering among the bullfights. White dew flows across the river, and the water reaches the sky. Even though a reed is like this, thousands of hectares are at a loss. The vastness is as if Feng Xu is riding the wind without knowing where it is going; the flutteringness is as if he is left alone in the world, becoming an immortal and ascending to immortality.
So they drank and had a lot of fun, and sang along to the boat. The song goes: "The orchid oars are hanging on the osmanthus, and the light is shining in the sky. I feel the mist in my heart, and I look forward to the beauty in the sky." There is a guest who plays the cave flute, and he sings along with it. His voice was whining, like resentment, admiration, weeping, complaining, and the lingering sound was like a wisp. The lurking dragon dances in the secluded ravine, and the concubine weeps in the lonely boat.
Su Zi was stunned. He sat upright and asked the guest: "Why is this so?" The guest said: "The moon and stars are sparse, and the black magpie flies south. Isn't this a poem by Cao Mengde? Looking west to Xiakou , Looking east to Wuchang, the mountains and rivers are close to each other, and the sky is green. Isn't this what Meng De was trapped in Zhou Lang? The river is crossed and the poem is written, and the hero of the whole life is safe now? Kuangwu and his son are fishing and woodcutting on the river, hanging out with fish and shrimps, and making friends with elk, riding a small boat, and sending wine to each other. Mayflies are flying in the sky, a drop in the ocean. I mourn for a moment in my life, and I envy the infiniteness of the Yangtze River. I carry the flying immortals to fly, and I don’t know how sudden they are, leaving them in the sad wind."
Su Zi said: "Do you know that the water is like the moon? Those who have passed away are like this, but they have not yet gone; those who are full and empty are like that, but there is no growth and decline. If you look at the changes in Gaijiang, then the world will be like this. It has never been possible to look at it for a moment; from the perspective of its unchangeable nature, things and I are endless, and how can I envy it! Between heaven and earth, everything has its own owner, and if it is not my property, I can't take any of it. But the cool breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains can be heard by the ears and become sounds, and the eyes can see them and form colors. They can be taken without restraint and used inexhaustibly. They are the endless treasures of the Creator, and what I and my son have achieved *Appropriate."
The guests smiled happily and drank more wine after washing their cups. The core of the food is gone, and the cups and plates are in a mess. The couple and their pillows were spread out in the boat, unaware of the whiteness of the east.