The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. -Don Wang Weian's Autumn Night in the Mountains
Wang Zhai flows to the spring at the foot of the mountain, and the waves are clear and clear. -Ming Hu Maozong's "Yong Baotu Spring"
On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth. -Tang Li Bai Wang Lushan Waterfall
There is no sound in spring, and the flowing water in Liu Yin loves sunny and soft. —— Yang Wanli Xiaochi
Voice:
Bai Juyi: Pipa
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Guan Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach.
By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
When a woman is in trouble, her heart is cold. -Li Shangyin's "Send a Thousand Cows to Fifty Rhymes"
Guzheng plays oriental music, and Qin Xian plays western music. -Li Bai's "Antique" 54
It's breezy in Wansongting, so listen to a piano. -Liu Yuxi's "Injury to Qin Mei"