Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Guan Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach.
By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
Zheng Song by Yang Weizhen
Broken rainbow falls to Pingshan, and the slanting geese are safe.
Nail bells and double Kiriko, mixed with thousands of beads.
Worrying dragons cry jade sea, carved in swallows at night.
You should only be in summer, and you should serve the king again.
Don/Li Duan: Listen to the Zheng.
Qin Zheng spit out the melody, and Yu Zhu sang the melody.
The string is broken by high, and the sound continues with the wonderful finger.
Yan Ruyu's better understanding is to listen to the sound.