Articles and poems about guzheng.

Bai Juyi's cloud bun in Tang Dynasty is green and beautiful. Eyes cut autumn waters, fingers peel onions. Chu Yan is the gate valve and Qin Sheng is a female worker. Bright silver, pillars touching jade, exquisite. Apes cry for the moon, and warblers sing beautifully. Move sorrow to the bottom of your hand and hate to the string. Zhao Seqing is similar, but Hu Qin is different. Bounce back slowly to break the geese and fly the canopy quickly. Frost was forced to return to the Committee and the ice spring was restored. The beads are broken, and the knife is cut to the end. Rely on Li's spirit and be able to blend in. When you are resting, your feelings are constant, so don't think endlessly. Under the juvenile night light, respect the former Chinese Pulsatilla. Look, I deserve it. I am not too deaf. Connie: Do you know how to play the guzheng? Bai Juyi, playing the piano in the bright moon with purple sleeves and red strings, feels dark and low. String coagulation refers to the throat stop, affectionate 10 thousand. Yue Fei's Xiao Zhongshan sang nonstop last night. It's already midnight. Stand up and walk around the steps alone. When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain. Whitehead is fame. Old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey. I want to talk to Yao Qin. Who listens to Li Duan's "Listen to the Zheng" and plays it, all shining on the golden piano music, and sometimes touching the wrong sound in order to attract Qiu Yu's keen eyes? Xiao Gang's "Playing the Zheng" plays the Zheng under the north window, and the night sounds clear and sad. A high chord is easy to break, but a broken heart is hard to bend.