The voice and image of the guzheng are like a willow blowing in the spring breeze saying goodbye, and like a cuckoo hovering among the fallen flowers, crying for blood.
The piano is low and stuffy, like someone's white-haired old mother sitting alone in front of a dark lamp, worrying about the shadow of the wanderer, or someone's young woman standing alone in an empty building, sighing at the moon for her husband's long journey.
The piano sounds sad, not to mention my heavy parting hate. The north and the south are far away, thousands of miles apart, and the two places are lovesick.
The poem "Listening to the Zheng" has a unique pattern and expression. ?
In the first sentence, "pulling strings to promote listening" and "pulling strings to promote columns" point out the special movements of playing Zheng. The music, which is sudden and slow, high and low, flies from the fingertips, which is a clever change of "pulling strings to promote columns" and is introduced to the poet's ears. The poet listened attentively, listened in his ears and felt in his heart.
"Listen" is the title of this poem, and the following content comes from the word "listen". This poem describing the sound of the piano does not focus on the performance of the performer's exquisite skills, but conveys his heartfelt feelings and sad farewell feelings through the sound of the piano.