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This record is a best collection of maestro Li Guangliu with both his experienced performances and some masterpieces. Music compositions involved here are plenty in expressions, some pieces sound like Nocturne, others like Barcarole or even fluent as flowing spring. His major masterpiece, named Fantasia on A Legend of White-Snake, which is about 30 minutes in length. It depicted well the famous legend for the Dragon Boat Festival. Another piece 'Capriccio to the Swan' depicted the gracefully flying of swan vividly with fresh modern composing manner.

专辑中长达三十分钟的笙协奏曲《白蛇传幻想曲》由他参与创作并演奏，成功地刻划出民间传奇人物白娘娘的音乐形象；曲风清新的《天鹅畅想曲》选用别具时代气息的曲调描摹天鹅优美轻盈的体态，抒发对天鹅之城哈尔滨的热爱；其他多首乐曲都是李光陆大师二十余年演奏之精华，有的乐曲好似宁静的夜曲、优美的船歌，更不乏淙淙的流泉；精彩绝伦的笙语，由李光陆大师演来是一种美的、温馨的，甚至是动人心脾的享受。

Daddy sits on a' front porch swinging Looking out on a vacant field Used to be filled with burley tobacca Now he knows it never will My Brothers found work in Indiana My Sisters a nurse at the old folks home Mama still cooking too much for supper And me I've been a long time gone Been a long time gone No, I ain't hoed a row since I don't know when Long time gone And it ain't coming back again Deliah plays that old church piano Sitting out on her daddy's farm She always thought that we'd be together Lord I never meant to do her harm Said she could hear me singin' in the choir Me, I heard another song I caught wind and hit the road runnin' And Lord, I've been a long time gone Been a long time gone Lord, I ain't had a prayer since I don't know when Long time gone And it ain't comin' back again Now me, I went to Nashville, Tryin' to beat the big deal Playin' down on Broadway Gettin' there the hard way Living from a tip jar Sleeping in my car Hocking my guitar Yeah I'm gonna be a star Now, me and Deliah singing every Sunday Watching the children and the garden grow We listen to the radio to hear what's cookin' But the music ain't got no soul Now they sound tired but they don't sound Haggard They've got money but they don't have Cash They got Junior but they don't have Hank I think, I think, I think The rest is a long time gone No, I ain't hit the roof since I don't know when Long time gone And it ain't coming back I said a long time gone No, I ain't honked the horn since I don't know when Long time gone And it ain't coming back again I said a long time, long time, long time gone Well it's been a long time Long time, long time, long time gone Oh, it's been a long time gone Long time, long time, long time gone Yeah yeah

爸爸坐在一个'前沿阳台摆动寻找出一个空置场用来填补与白肋烟tobacca 现在他知道这种情况永远不会改变我的兄弟们找到了工作，在印第安纳州我的姐妹的一名护士，老人们在家中妈妈还是烹调太多晚饭我和我已经很长时间了已经很久了不，我不是牺牲品一排，因为我不知道什么时候很长时间了这是不会回来再 deliah发挥老教堂钢琴坐月子，她爸爸的农场她一直以为我们会被一起主我从来没有意思做她的伤害说，她能听到我的声乐发声'，在合唱团我，我听到另一首歌 i被风撞上路跑'和主，我已经很长时间了已经很久了上帝，我是不是有一个祈祷，因为我不知道什么时候很长时间了这不是comin '一拖现在我，我去纳什维尔 tryin '拍打大不了？ playin '了百老汇发财'有硬办法生活，从群众举报瓦罐睡在我的车 hocking我的吉他嗯，我在哪里也成为明星现在，我和deliah歌唱每星期日看着孩子们和花园成长我们听收音机听到什么的乱打'但音乐是没有，没有灵魂现在，他们健全累，但他们并没有健全的憔悴他们已经获得的金钱，但他们并没有现金他们获得初级，但他们并没有汉克我觉得，我觉得，我觉得其余的是一个长的时间去不，我是打不到屋顶，因为我不知道什么时候很长时间了这是不会回来我说很长时间了不，我不是兄弟非洲之角以来，我不知道什么时候很长时间了这是不会回来再我说了很久，很久，很久了以及它的已经很久了长的时间很长的时间，很长的时间，经历了哦，这是一个漫长的时间去长的时间很长的时间，很长的时间，经历了嗯嗯

I have occasional visits in the long winter evenings, when the snow falls fast and the wind howls in the wood, from an old settler and original proprietor, who is reported to have dug Walden Pond,and stoned it, and fringed it with pine woods; who tells me stories of old time and of new eternity; and between us we manage to pass a cheerful evening with social mirth and pleasant views of things,even without apples or cider —— a most wise and humorous friend,whom I love much, who keeps himself more secret than ever did Goffe or Whalley; and though he is thought to be dead, none can show where he is buried.

在冬天的长夜里，雪狂飘，风在森林中号叫的时候，一个老年的移民，原先的主人，不时来拜访我，据说瓦尔登湖还是他挖了出来，铺了石子，沿湖种了松树的；他告诉我旧时的和新近的永恒的故事；我们俩这样过了一个愉快的夜晚，充满了交际的喜悦，交换了对事物的惬意的意见，虽然没有苹果或苹果酒，——这个最聪明而幽默的朋友啊，我真喜欢他，他比谷菲或华莱知道更多的秘密；虽然人家说他已经死了，却没有人指出过他的坟墓在哪里。

My younger brother is most loves me the person, is only he loves too frigidly, he looks like a completely not sensible child, although he has the mature male most perfect facial features, actually his innermost feelings have not grown up likely the child is the same, also willful is also frail, his spirit strength is stronger than me, actually the company revolts does not have to die under mine sword, dies time is also smiling, but in the smiling face bloomed that many sad, because he cannot give me to be free, cannot again and I stands together in the high city wall, is fulled floaded operation our white the windThe long gown, cannot with my same place, return to the snow fog forest again, returns to initial which all have not started.

我的弟弟是最爱我的人，只是他爱得太惨烈，他就像个完全不懂事的小孩子，尽管他有着成熟男子最完美的面容，其实他的内心像是没有长大的小孩子一样，又任性又脆弱，他的灵力比我都强，却连反抗都没有就死在我的剑下，死的时候还在笑，可是笑容里绽放了那么多的难过，因为他不能给我自由，不能再和我一起站在高高的城墙上，让风灌满我们的白色长袍，不能再和我一起，回到雪雾森林，回到一切都没有开始的最初。

About the name "spring", there must have been such a story:Before Book of Songs and Book of History, even before word formation, a lamb suddenly felt juicy when cropping grasses; a kid suddenly felt kite's soaring when flying it; a leg, pained from wind stroking all days long, suddenly felt stretched; thousands of snow-white hands suddenly felt spirituality of water when washing by brook, pond and river... All of them started running to tell each other surprisingly, when they decided to name the season by putting their mouths into a shape as if they were whistling and with a pleasant whispery voice, as "Spring".

关于春天的名字，必然曾经有这样的一段故事：在《诗经》之前，在《尚书》之前，在仓颉造字之前，一只小羊在啮草时猛然感到的多汁，一个小孩在放风筝时猛然感到的飞腾，一只患风痛的腿在猛然间感到的舒活，千千万万双素手，在溪畔，在塘畔，在江畔浣纱的手所猛然感到的水的血脉……当他们惊讶地奔走互告的时候，他们决定将嘴噘成吹口哨的形状，用一种愉快的耳语的声量来为这季节命名：&春&。

The Leaves were torn and so was he, as he tried to follow her trace. A winterly wind embraced his throat and tried its best to strangle. What kept him going was what had left him. It was what he couldn't keep. Kept hunting ancient traces, following flickering lights. This ghost was sculpted by his desire to say goodbye. Could left the hollow sky, as it swallowed all its sorrow. Nearly breathless, he grasped the nearest branch. The voice reappeared, and now he felt sure that it was her, so he did his best to force his feet along. A scarlet dress in the wind. Shadows on stumps of once mighty trees spread rumors of her presence. Looked into her eyes and took her hand. This imagined warm touch was his relief. Kneeling at her feet, ready for his sleep. Had no longer wish to arise. Put her arm around him, no more cries. Slept there until the fierce cold awoke to erase all tracks of life.

在这强烈的欲望下他离开前去探索秋天的水滴落在颤抖的落叶上那夏天启程时的鲜红那幽深黑暗中的脆弱他就像那些落叶那样哀伤当他追逐她的足迹的时候无情的冷风袭向他的喉咙就像想要死死掐住他那样那让他还要继续的原因是他想要找回自己曾失去的东西那个他曾没能够紧紧拥抱住的东西继续在远古的足迹上前行追逐着那闪烁不定的光这些在他渴望中的幽灵似乎在向他说再见多想能离开这空洞的天空就像它吞下那所有的哀伤几乎无法呼吸但当他抓住他身旁的溪流时那个声音再次出现了现在他知道一定就是她了于是他竭尽全力向前走去一身红色的衣服在风中飘荡美丽的身影映在大树之下周围传播着她到场的风声注视着她双眼紧握住她的双手这梦般的景象拂去他所有的痛苦他跪倒在她脚下，心甘情愿地睡去永远不愿醒来与她相拥在在一起，永远不再哭泣就这样睡着直到严寒到来抹去他那漫漫人生的长路

You see, it is with the winter winds gently dance, a shake a shake, a-down, which dance bleak winter color, but lacks some passion; it is head down to the earth gently tell, tell forward to winter, the feeling tone in the more helpless do anything for him; it is enjoying a winter rain baptism, baptism, it seems to be more of the fresh and natural, but less in spring and autumn the youthful vigor; it's head still wore winter rain left collections of diamonds, diamond it has become beautiful, but also adds a number of Qichu look.

你看，它正随冬风轻轻的舞蹈，一摇一摇，一上一下，它舞出了冬季凄凉的颜色，但缺少了一些热情；它正低着头向大地轻轻的诉说，诉说着对冬季的感受，语调中多了一丝的无奈；它正享受着冬雨的洗礼，洗礼后的它看上去更加的清新自然，但少了春秋季节的青春活力；它的头上还顶着冬雨留下的颗颗钻石，钻石让它变得美丽动人，但也增添了一些凄楚的神情。

On the third day, the themes began to emerge out of each group: the wind distortion on the unobstructed river embankment and sounds of stones striking objects, led into the man-made mechanical systems of the MRT at the Taipei Main Station, followed by the Madams speaking with a local twang in a alleyway off Huaxi Street, a young foreign woman whispering and teasing, passersby flipping through pirated DVDs that are encased in plastic cases, and karaoke, the modulated looping of non-melodic electronic effects. These environmental sounds become timeless ambiance and a cross-section of memory. We observe the world through sound, using point of sound as a capturing angel for imagery and through digital wave imaging to illustrate the soundscape.

第三天各组的主题渐渐地浮上来；河堤旁空旷的风阻声与小石击物的动作声，带进台北车站内火车捷运的人造机械系统，尔后，华西街小巷内的老鸨多操著本籍口音，暗暗私语的是外籍年轻小姐的笑骂，旁人翻动盗版DVD的塑胶壳与卡拉 OK，无音律的电子效果经过回路改造再制，转成大空永恒的环境音，切著记忆的片断，以声音去看世界，以发声点为摄像的角度，更透过电子波型图示音景自载的起承转合。

Dainty abandon, sometimes as if Nature laughing on a hillside in the sunshine; serious and firm monotonies, as of winds; a horn sounding through the tangle of the forest, and the dying echoes; soothing floating of waves, but presently rising in surges, angrily lashing, muttering, heavy; piercing peals of laughter, for interstices; now and then weird, as Nature herself is in certain moods --- but mainly spontaneous, easy, careless --- often the sentiment of the postures of naked children playing or sleeping.

严、紧的单音，仿似来自风中；一声号角响彻了茂密纠结的森林，它的消逝却仍在回响；适才抚慰的飘荡的音潮，现在却激涌直上，暴怒地鞭苔着，怨诉着，变得沉重；更透过那宏亮的笑声，消逝在裂隙；时而诡异，仿佛自然之神正处于某种情绪--但更多的时候还是自然的、平易的、不经意的--就象光溜溜的孩童在嬉戏或酣睡时的感觉。

On closer examination, though, this is not a vote for multilateralism but just the opposite.

仔细审视后我们发现，这并非是对多边主义投出的赞成票，而是恰好相反。

Uncovering their weak spots, so I can defeat them.

揭露出他们的弱点，这样我就可以打败他们了。