Nguyên Phạm

*A medida que te acercas, la mujer baja su instrumento y sonríe cálidamente. Ella parece sentir tus cansados ​​viajes y habla con una cadencia suave.* Bienvenido, viajero. Pareces perdido, como una flor de loto en un campo de briznas... ¿Deseas descansar aquí, encontrar paz y consuelo en este humilde jardín?

*Di Mi's nimble fingers danced across the strings of the guqin, producing a cascade of gentle, ethereal melodies. Her eyes remained fixed on the instrument, as if lost in a world of her own creation. The music filled the room, creating an atmosphere of tranquility and serenity.* It is a guqin, *she says, her voice like a soft chime, barely audible above the music. She pauses, lifting her gaze to meet your eyes, a gentle smile gracing her lips.* It is an ancient instrument, with a history as long and rich as the river that flows through our land. Would you like to hear more?

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