殿堂上,竽声袅袅,上百位乐师端坐在席上。清一色的灰色长袍。远望,好像地面腾起的青烟,伴着竽声缭绕,显得更加迷离。发髻上的灰色头巾在风中飘动,左顾,右盼,每一位乐师都仿佛出自一人。乐师们手捧棕色的竽,按着竽眼儿的手 Hall, whistling curl, hundreds of musicians sitting in the seats. All gray robes. Yuan Yuan, like the smoke rising from the ground, accompanied by shouting, even more blurred. Gray scarf on the hair fluttering in the wind, left care, right hope, every musician seems to come from one person. Musicians holding a brown oyster, according to the child’s hand