For poems describing sounds, you can look up Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing"
The following is the part of playing the pipa in Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing":
Rotating shaft dial The strings sound three or two times, and there is emotion before they become a melody.
The strings muffle the sound and thoughts, seeming to complain of failure in life.
The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one’s heart.
The light strings are slowly twisted and then picked again, firstly "Neon Shang" and then "Six Yao"
The big strings are as noisy as the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate.
In the meantime, Guan Ying is talking about the slippery bottom of the flower, and it is difficult to go under the ice of Youyan Spring.
The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass through the sound.
Don’t be sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.
The silver bottle bursts out, and the water slurries burst out, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns.
At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the sound of the four strings is like cracking silk.
The east boat and the west boat were silent, except for the white autumn moon in the middle of the river.