This original 古风 song lingers at a reed-lined marsh where late summer gives way to autumn. A basket of water chestnuts, a low boat, and returning geese turn the end of a fisher’s song into a quiet meditation on the season’s passing.
A clear dizi carries the melody through an airy, intimate verse, while sparse guqin replies and faint pipa harmonics leave room for the water and reeds. The chorus opens with restrained warmth before the bridge turns inward: the tide returns each year, while the human gaze keeps changing.
菱歌初歇,秋水自潺潺
芦花深处有归雁
满汀疏影入梦间
Listen at dusk, while reading, or whenever a brief moment of stillness by the water would fit the day.