The poem "Sending Fan Twenty-Three Attendants to Hanzhong to Judge" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty: "The ice and snow purify the wise, and the thunder makes the elite.
Poems about playing the pipa
1.
Magnolia slowly presents to those who play the pipa
Author: Zhang Bochun Dynasty: Yuan
When I am young, I will express my elegance and affection. The spring is peaceful, the crowd is noisy, and the old phoenix sings alone. There are endless, old music and new sounds, and the sky is clear. The weather is warm and the light is falling. The ears are listening to the channel. I want to shut up the wind and the moonlight, and I feel like I am still awake when I am drunk. When the song ends, I can see where I am, and the rain has begun to clear.
2.
Bodhisattva Barbarian
Author: Wei Zhuang Dynasty: Tang
It was a melancholy night at the Red Mansion, with the incense lamp half rolled up in the tassel tent and the waning moon going out. At that time, the beauty was crying and the oriole's words were on the string, urging me to go home early.
3.
Wang Changling
The pipa dances to a new sound, always leaving the mountains behind. I can’t hear the endless sorrow while stirring up chaos. The high autumn moon shines on the Great Wall.