The beautiful poems about guzheng include
"Ye Zheng"
Bai Juyi? [Tang Dynasty]
Purple Sleeves and Red Strings in the Bright Moon , self-reflection and self-feeling are dark and low.
Xian Ning refers to the place where the swallowing sound stops, which is full of deep feelings.
Translation
Under the moonlight, the purple sleeves flicked on the strings with the fingers. The skillful piano skills and the expression of being immersed in the music aroused endless imagination.
Suddenly, the sound of the strings became clear and the soft fingers paused. That moment of tranquility spoke of millions of deep feelings.
"Guanya (chōu) Zheng"
Wangwan? [Tang Dynasty]
There is a Qin Zheng in the empty room, and the new moon of the Zheng is clear.
The strings are many and the music is difficult, and the pillars are clear.
The resentment of dawn condenses into the hands, and the beauty of spring enters the sweet voice.
This is the only joy I have recently, and it spreads the love of beauty.
Translation
There is a Qin Zheng in my humble house. The Qin Zheng is brand new and the moonlight is brighter.
The melody played by the string pillars is ups and downs, with rapid rhythm and clear melody.
To blame and complain requires the use of complex techniques, and a delicate woman and a long voice are more suitable.
The only pleasure I have these days is to convey the feelings of noble people.
"Bodhisattva Man·Ai Zheng Plays the Xiangjiang River Song"
Yan Jidao (a talk about Zhang Xian)? [Song Dynasty]
Ai Zheng plays the Xiangjiang River Song, The sound writes all the green in Xiangbo. The thin fingers of the thirteen strings convey the deep hatred.
When the autumn water is slow during the feast, the jade pillars are tilted and the geese are flying. When the bullet reaches the heartbreak, Chunshan's eyebrows are low.
Translation
She plucked the zheng with a plaintive tone and played such a poignant song, each sound of melancholy was like the blue waves of the Xiang River. Her slender jade fingers traced the thirteen strings of the zither, delicately conveying the deep resentment in her heart.
Facing the guests at the banquet, her clear eyes moved slowly, and the zheng pillars were arranged diagonally, like a procession of geese walking diagonally. When the melody reached the saddest moment, her two black eyebrows, like spring mountains, slowly lowered.