For example, hearing the broken willow trees in this nocturne reminds me of the love of my hometown.
I don’t know where to play the reed pipe, and all night long the people are looking for their hometown.
Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.
I heard broken willows in the song, but I have never seen the spring scenery.
After returning to the boat after thousands of miles to play the flute, I am in alliance with the white gull.
Who knows the heart of a strong man in the flute, and the sky above the sand shows the human bones.