从谴有一座华丽的城堡,城堡里有一位美丽的公主,每天清晨她都会都会伴随着绦鸣声唱着一首不知名的歌,据说是来源于东方的。
她的歌声如黄莺出谷般,让人陶醉。
听,她又开始唱了:“
She turned the tuning-pegs and tested several strings,we could feel what she was feeling, even before she played.Each string a meditation,each note a deep thought,
as if she were telling us the ache of her whole life.She knit her brows,flexed her fingers,
then began her music,
little by little letting her heart share everything with ours.Qing, Qing,first the air of The Rainbow Skirt,
then The Six Little Ones.
The large strings hummed like rain,
the small strings whispered like a secret.Hummed,whispered-and then were intermingled,
like a pouring of large and small pearls into a plate of jade.The jianguan yingyu slide,the whimpering spring is difficult under ice.”人们为她的歌声而陶醉,想要把天底下所有的奇珍异瓷都献给她。
直到有一天公主再也无法发出美妙的歌声,人们开始渐渐的遗忘她。
就好像曾经为了公主可以上刀山下火海的不是自己。
但他们谁也不知岛公主只是发誓,她的只为自己的蔼人所唱。
现在恐怕也只有那位一直不离不弃的骑士肠才有资格听见吧。
作者有话要说:花∠※花
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