At Roosting Bird Rock, the mute zither player mourns the coldness of a kindred spirit, emotions drifting far a…
At Roosting Bird Rock, the mute zither player mourns the coldness of a kindred spirit, emotions drifting far as he plays Woodcutting. The Book of Songs says, "Ding ding goes the woodcutter's axe, ying ying call the birds. Emerging from the dark valley, moving to the tall trees. Ying ying they call, seeking the voice of a friend." The music is impassioned and high, yet lingering and mournful. The soul of the zither lies in the listener, not in the gold emblems or jade pegs.