Poems about music in the whole Tang poetry (note: the whole Tang poetry)

The big string hums like rain, while the small string hums like private rain. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent. Never stop talking. 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. Pay attention to your stroke, all four strings make a sound, just like tearing silk. (Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip)

Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing. Sometimes all the strings are singing in unison, as if Meiyu in Kunshan is very fragile; Sometimes it is a solo, as if the phoenix is singing. Play with sadness, as if hibiscus is crying; Speaking of joy, it seems that vanilla is laughing. (Li He's Quotations from Li Ping)

One spring night, Li Bai heard the flute in Los Angeles.

Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.

In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. Listen to Li Bai playing the flute with Shilang Zhongqin on the Yellow Crane Tower.

Once people take a back seat, like Jia Yi in Changsha, they look far and wide, but they can't see Chang 'an or their hometown.

The Jade Emperor blows the Yellow Crane Tower, and plum blossoms fall into the river in May.