Yu Boya broke the piano and thanked her bosom friend.
Boya said, "This is a short song that Xiaguan randomly plays to show his respect for your son and recite it to the old man." Zhong Gongping: "I'd like to hear it." Boya chanted: I remember last spring, when I met you by the river. I visited again today, but I didn't see my bosom friend. But seeing a cup of dirt breaks my heart! Sad, sad, sad, can't bear to cry. Why come and go? There are dark clouds on the river bank. Zizizixi, you and I are as good as gold. We have passed the end of the world without enough words. This song will never be played again, and the three-foot lyre will die for you!
Borrow flowers to offer Buddha, for reference only.