Plato has came from a perfect home, which has no filth or ugliness, only pureness and beauty. He left home,make his way to this world,drift for a long time,placed himself in a body without soul.As time passed,he forgot where he came from and everything about his hometown, but each time he saw, heared,or felt all of the pure and beautiful things in the world, he couldn't help feeling move,moreover,it gae him a sense of comfortable and cordial.He knew the very things came from his hometown,beacause the things which seemed to have meet before aroused his memory. said, the spirit of man

So he made every effort to pursue this feeling of remembering during his life, trudged towards his home without stop. People's life of course are just the journey in which Spirit made to search for his beauty home.

I conclude the sound of bagpipe is from the hometown of Spirit. By the time I was hearing it ,I would find many miss and remembrance to the homeland .The sound of nature is the calling of the home, asking me how long i will drift ......

Each of us have a homeland in our hearts. We get very nostalgic by the Irish bagpipe,which is not the vulgar sound. It's from the far place we left for a long time,with the red tree, the green river, the white snow, the warm soil and the serene cattle and sheep.