Listen to it but stop playing the harp in the pine tree. From "Moving in Huangshan at Night and Hearing the Yin Fourteenth Wu Yin" by Li Bai. The first four sentences of the poem use metaphors and exaggeration to express the wonder of the song by using the wind in the valley to vibrate the empty woods; imagine that the dragon is startled and dare not lie still in the water, and the mountain ape stops whistling from time to time to listen. Singing under the rocks, describing the shocking feeling of singing from the side. The poet stayed in Huangshan at night, under the bright moon, playing the harp in the pine forest beside the blue stream, looking for the hermit, selling wine with a tray, and eating frost chestnuts. From these descriptions, we can see the image of a poet with elegant interests, open-mindedness and detachment.
Original text of the work:
"Moving in Huangshan at Night and Hearing the Yin Fourteenth Wu Yin"
Who chanted for Wu last night? The wind filled the valleys and shook the forest.
The dragon is too frightened to lie down in the water, and the ape roars when he hears the sound under the rock.
I stayed in the blue stream of Huangshan Mountain under the moon, but when I listened to it, I stopped playing the harp among the pines.
The fruit that comes from the morning is Cangzhou Yi, which is filled with wine and rice, and frosted chestnuts.
The sounds of rivers and seas were heard in the middle of the night, and the guests suddenly lost their worries in the cup.
Translation:
Who sang the song of Wu last night, like the wind that shook the empty woods. The dragon was frightened and did not dare to lie still in the water. The mountain ape stopped from time to time to listen to the song under the rock. I stayed at the foot of Huangshan Mountain where the bright moon illuminated the blue stream, listening to the music played in the pine forest. Only in the morning did I realize that you were indeed a reclusive person, so I brought a tray of wine and some frost chestnuts for my meal. When the wine was half full, you sang like the waves of the river and the tsunami, making my sadness disappear completely in the glass of wine.