Han Yu's Listening to the Clever Teacher Playing the Piano: I am intimate with my children, bitter and resentful. I suddenly became dignified, and the warriors went to the enemy field. Clouds and catkins have no roots, and the world is wide and far away. I suddenly saw the lonely phoenix. I can't climb to the limit, but I have two ears and don't have to listen to diaosi. ..
Wang Wei's Bamboo House: I am leaning alone in the dense bamboo, playing the lute and humming a song, shenlin, except my companion Mingyue.
Liu Changqing's Piano Playing: Your seven strings are like the sound of the cold wind in the pine forest, singing old songs that nobody cares about.
Listen to the piano in the West Chamber: Isn't it beautiful to see the clear sand swaying? Isn't the skirt dragged around? Isn't it the sudden wind in front of the iron horse eaves? Unless the golden hook and double-accused chalcophora japonica gory removing are knocking on the curtains? Isn't it a joke to ring the bell at night in Vatican Palace? Isn't it raining in the corner? Isn't that the sound of teeth, rulers and scissors? Isn't it just a long dripping copper pot? Sneaking down to the east of the corner, it turned out to be a silk tree near the west wing. The bald guy's voice is sonorous and powerful, like a sword and gun of an iron rider. Its voice is very quiet, like falling out of the water; Its voice is high, like a bright moon and a crane; Its voice is very low, like listening to a child's language, gurgling in a small window.