Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Guan Ying's words are slippery, but you can't flow under the ice of throat spring.
The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop.
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.
Excerpted from Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
Listen to the clever teacher playing the piano.
If you love children, you also hate each other.
This row became majestic, and the warriors went to the enemy battlefield.
Clouds and catkins have no roots,
The world is vast and far away.
A hundred birds were buzzing, and suddenly I saw a lonely phoenix.
You can't climb this line,
Lost power and influence plummeted.
I have two ears, so I don't have to listen to diaosi.
Since Wen Ying played the piano, he got up and sat down.
When the hand stopped, the wet clothes burst into tears.
It's not unusual for a master to be good at kung fu. Don't fill my chest with ice and fire.
Tang and Five Dynasties-Han Yu
Listen to the monk king of Shu playing the piano
Emei Shanxi, a monk of Shu, with a blue silk lute box.
As soon as I touch the strings, it brings me the smell of pine trees in a thousand valleys.
I heard him in the clear stream, I heard him in the cold bell.
I can't feel the change, although the mountains are getting dark, cloudy autumn piles up the sky.
Tang and Five Dynasties-Li Bai