耳畔响起俞伯牙的《高山流水》，神明不觉洞开，思绪开始翩飞：伯牙先生一袭长衫，徐徐向天上飞去，那随身携带的断琴不知接上了没有？……

                                                                 我愿化作尘土，

                                                                 亲吻你远去的步；

                                                                 愿是一阵风，

                                                                 乞摇你的衣袂。

                                                                 你那为知己的一摔，

                                                                 山川为之动容。

                                                                 能否让我——

                                                                 化身你的琴弦？

                                                                 那流连云端的音符，

                                                                 是彩虹，

                                                                 揉碎在你的指尖；

                                                                 在银河的烟波里，

                                                                 舞动的是精灵。

                                                                 精灵在曼舞，

                                                                 是天上曲。

                                                                 天上曲，

                                                                 人间也陶醉。

                                                                 你应开怀，

                                                                 弹指一乐过的千年。

                                                                 千年里，

                                                                 哪里会少知音！