The breeze in the bamboo forest rustled the bamboo gently. The sunlight shone through the bamboo leaves and cast a mottled shadow, giving people a feeling of freshness and tranquility. The deep and melodious sound of the zither came from afar, as if it was telling something. The air was filled with a faint fragrance that made people intoxicated. However, there was a trace of sadness behind this peaceful beauty. It was as if something important was happening quietly, making people feel helpless and confused. I stood quietly in the bamboo forest, listening to the sound of the guzheng, feeling the surrounding environment as if it was infected by it. That sadness seemed to be deeply imprinted in my heart, making me unable to forget it.