He is good at drums, clouds and harp, and often hears the spirit of the emperor's son. Feng Yitu danced by himself, but Chu Ke couldn't bear to listen. The bitter tone of the metal and stone, the voiceless sound enters the darkness. Cangwu comes to complain and admire, and the white peony moves to bring fragrance. The flowing water flows through Xiangpu, and the sad wind passes through Dongting. At the end of the song, no one can be seen, and there are several green peaks on the river.
Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed with clouds. Jiang E cries about the sorrow of women in bamboo, while Li Ping plays the Chinese harp. Kunshan's broken jade phoenix screams, hibiscus weeps and dew fragrant orchid smiles. Cold light melted in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads moved the purple emperor. Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and make the autumn rain startle. I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance. Wu Zhi sleepless and leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet.
The jade knocking can stop the spinning, and people's words and music are combined. The complex sounds are suddenly gone, and the elegant rhyme is suddenly clear. Pei wants to stop his immortal steps, but Quan is suspicious of the night sound. The end of the song is no different to listen to, and the sound is extremely emotional. It's hard to know how to describe Teda, but how can it be renamed for Linglong. If Kunshan is available, everyone will be proud of it.