Halfway through the performance, the girl's string plucking patterns changed from a folk song into an iron horse on a frozen river. The sound of the sanxian suddenly became distant yet close at the same time, going fast and slow, while her fingering technique was dazzling. Soon, the tune revealed a simple desolation and intensity, but it was able to ignite the deepest blood in people's hearts.
—[I'm on my knees in front of this master... Although I don't understand the sanxian, but these finger techniques are something an uncoordinated person like me could never learn]
—[Music can really convey emotions without words. You can really hear the magnificence of the wind and rain shaking the mountains and rivers during tumultuous times. Folk music forever!]
