-"Introduction to Pipa" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
On autumn night, I went to Xunyang Jiangtou to see off a returning guest, and the autumn wind blew the maple leaves and reeds rustling. My guests and I dismounted from the boat to bid farewell and drank useless music. If you don't drink well, it will be even sadder. You left, and the river reflected the bright moon at night. Suddenly I heard the crisp sound of pipa on the river; I forgot to return, and the guests didn't want to leave. Find the sound source and ask who is playing the pipa. Pipa stopped for a long time but nothing happened.
2, Wu Si Shu Zhangtong Gao Qiu, the empty mountain congeals clouds.
Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China.
Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing.
The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.
-"Li Ping's Quotations" Tang Dynasty: Li He
In the late autumn night, I played the beautiful piano made by Wu Si Shutong. Hearing the wonderful music, the white clouds in the sky condensed and stopped floating.
Hunan and Hubei shed tears among the bamboos for nine days. This is because musician Li Ping plays in Beijing.
The music is crisp and pleasant, just like the beautiful jade of Kunlun Mountain and the chirp of phoenix; Sometimes let hibiscus cry in the dew, and sometimes let vanilla laugh.
The crisp music melted the cold phosgene in front of the twelve gates of Chang 'an. Twenty-three strings were put high and lightly, which touched the flying god.
3, Jincheng silk tube day after day, half into the river and half into the clouds.
This song should only exist in the sky. How many times can the world listen to it?
-"Send Flowers to Qing" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Beautiful and melodious music is floating over Jincheng all day, gently rippling on the waves of Jinjiang and rising into white clouds.
Such wonderful music should only be enjoyed by immortals. How many times can an ordinary person listen to it in his life?
4. A monk from Shu, with his green silk lute box, walked down Emei Mountain to the west.
When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will. ?
I heard him in the clear stream, I heard him in the cold bell.
Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky.
-"Listening to Shu Monks Playing the Piano/Listening to Shu Monks Playing the Piano" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Monk Shu came from Mount Emei, far away, with a green lyre in his hand. Wave to me at will, just like hearing the sound of pine trees.
The lingering sound flowed into the frost bell and calmed my heart, just like being washed by running water. Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and autumn clouds were hazy, covering the dusk sky.
At the beginning of the People's Republic of China, those who had Qiao Shan were good at playing the piano. He is good at fingering and savoring what others have taught him. Every time between the broken forest and the barren trees, the drums are played again and again, and the birds are cold and sad. After that, I went to Yingchu and played solo in Dongting. The neighbors all sighed when they heard about it. He said, "Just because I've held my arms for half my life doesn't mean I met a bosom friend here." The money was deducted. He said, "My husband lives in Japan and plays catkins for a living. It's cool to be here today. " The mountain people are silent and rebellious. -"Qiao Shan Ren Shan Qin" Qing: Tsui Hark
In the early days of People's Republic of China (PRC), there was a Qiao Shan who was good at playing the piano. He plays the piano with exquisite fingering and has been taught by many people. He often plays in the barren hills many times, making the birds desolate, cold and sad. Later, he traveled to Chu and played Dongting music alone in the hotel.
An old woman next door was moved by the sound of the piano and could not help sighing. I have finished playing, (Qiao Shanren) sighed, "I have played the piano for most of my life, but I didn't expect to meet a bosom friend here!" When Qiao Shan knocked at the door and asked her, the old woman said, "When my husband was alive, he played cotton for a living. Now I hear you playing the piano here, much like my wife playing cotton! " Qiao Shanren walked away without saying a word.