Tang Libai
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
Translation:
Whose home is the melodious flute coming from?
As the spring breeze flutters, it spreads all over Luoyang.
Just tonight, I heard the sad "Broken Willow".
Who can not arouse homesickness?
Express the poet's deep homesickness