1 I don’t know where to play the reed pipe, and I have to march all night to see my hometown.
2 There are still two lines of idle tears in front of Baozheng.
3 The strings of the pipa say lovesickness. The bright moon was there at that time, and the colorful clouds once returned.
4 Jiang E cries about the sorrow of women in bamboo, and Li Ping plays the Chinese harp.
5 Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.
6 The young woman from Liaodong was in her fifteenth year and was used to playing the pipa and singing and dancing.
7 Fifteen days of playing the harp, sixteen years of reciting poems and books.
8 The new words I created have the most charming rhyme, Xiaohong sings in a low voice and I play the flute.
9 On the moonlit night of Twenty-Four Bridge, where can the beauty teach me how to play the flute?
10 The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for returning guests, as well as playing fiddles, lutes, and flutes.
11 The sound of the trumpet fills the autumn sky, and the night is purple when stuffed with swallow fat.
A half-rolled red flag stands near the Yishui River, but the sound of heavy frost and cold drums cannot be heard.
12 There are sounds from all sides, thousands of miles away, long smoke and sunset, and the lonely city is closed.
13 The jade flute is played in the Yellow Crane Tower, and the plum blossoms fall in May in Jiangcheng.
14 The sound of someone’s jade flute spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City.
15 The shepherd boy returns and crosses the cow's back, playing the piccolo without any tune.
On the 16th, Jincheng silk pipes were flying one after another, half into the river wind and half into the clouds.
17 Peonies and red beans are gorgeous in spring, and the sandalwood board, red silk and brocade paper are in full bloom.
18 Fortunately, we can have sex with each other with a slight chant, and there is no need to use the sandalwood board to seal the gold bottle.
19 The master has wine to enjoy the evening, please play the harp Guangling guest.
20 Play the piano with your words, and write your heartfelt chats.
21 Playing the zither and playing the piano for a while, no one knows the resentment in my heart.
22 The quiet girl is promiscuous and makes me miserable. Tongguan Youwei, said that the girl is beautiful.
23 When the mourning zither plays Xiangjiang music, its sound fills the green of Xiangbo.
24 But relying on the slow string song to say goodbye, the broken heart moves the Qin Zheng pillar.
25 The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns light, and fish and dragons dance all night.
26 He drove to the capital of Wei and looked south towards the Chui Tower. There is a sound left behind on the flute. Is the king of Liang still alive?
27 The sound of the flute swallows, Qin E's dream breaks the moon in the Qin Tower.
28 A tired guest stops by the stream, who is playing the jade flute upstairs?
29 Where is the old friend? The jade flute and bright moon are free.
30 silk tung trees are combined into a zither, which has an ancient sound.
31What makes it happen? Qiang Flute and Qin Zheng.
32 Xiaolian plays the pipa string for the first time. The bullet breaks through the blue sky.
33 The reunion is full of life-long events, and spring thoughts enter the pipa.
34 Talking about Pipa and the Red-Sleeved Guest. So that I can convey my thoughts to you.
35 Who made the pipa? I long to say goodbye and worry about separation.
36 Play the pipa. It’s too shameful to turn on the light and look at the paintings on the screen.
37 Warm jade pipa and cold moon skin are generally like snow reflecting Luo Ru.
38 Pipa has the best sound and explains how difficult it is to say goodbye.
39 The pipa strings are anxious for Qiu Qing, and the strings are played to express the long-lasting separation in Guanshan.
40 Nostalgia for chanting and listening to the flute poems in the air, and when you go to the countryside to read them, you will feel like a bad person.
41 He is good at drums, clouds and harp, and often hears the spirit of the emperor's son.
42Suddenly I heard mourning kites being played on the river. They were bitter and sentimental. Who should listen to them? The smoke gathers and the clouds gather, it is Xiang Ling as promised. I want to wait until the end of the song to ask for it, but no one can see it, and the peaks are green.
43 "Pipa Tour"