Original text:
Li He's Quotations from Li Ping
Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are not flowing.
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.
Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain.
Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves.
Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.
Translation:
Wu Si extremely is made of delicate crickets, and the music is playing in the beautiful late autumn. Hearing the wonderful music, the white clouds in the sky condensed and stopped floating.
The Hunan-Hubei love spilled tears all over the bamboo forest, and the nine-day trip to Motome was also full of sadness. Where does this wonderful music come from? That's Li Ping playing cricket in Guodu.
Like the plum rain in Kunlun, the voice is crisp, like the passionate and loud voice of the phoenix; Like hibiscus sobbing in dew, like orchids blooming in the wind, laughing softly.
The streets of Chang 'an are quiet as if immersed in a cold light. Twenty-three strings were strung high and tapped lightly, and the heartstrings of the gods were also attracted by music.
Loud music soared into the sky, shaking the sky of Nu Wa. It's like the sky was broken by a shocking stone, which led to the sound of autumn rain all over the sky.
In the dead of night, music brings people into dreams, dreaming that Ping Li taught his skills to the goddess; The old fish in the lake also rose and jumped in the waves, and the thin dragon in the pool danced happily.
WU GANG was deeply attracted by the music in the Moon Palace and lingered under the osmanthus tree all night. The rabbit under the laurel tree also stood there listening, regardless of the oblique flight and cold of dew!