On Li Yi's Listening to Shouxiang Wall Flute at Night.
The sand in front of Lefeng is as white as snow, and the moonlight outside the city is like autumn frost.
I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night.
Li Bai's Smelling the Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night.
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.
Wendy from Zhao Xia.
Who plays the flute to draw a building, the intermittent sound follows the intermittent wind.
The sky is falling very clandestinely. Please go to the curtain call with Leng Yue.
Zhang Hu's "Smelling the inserted flute".
Flying in the plum blossom flute all night, the cold sand is clear and the moon shines.
The north wind blows to the clouds.
Huang tingjian's partridge sky.
Huang Ju gave birth to Han Xiao, so don't let your cup dry up in life.
In front of the wind, the flute blows obliquely, and the drunken hairpin hangs upside down.