Poems describing guqin

Li Bai listened to the monk king of Shu playing the piano.

The sea embraces the land-melodious songs come from the distant Emei Mountain.

When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will.

I heard him in the clear stream, I heard him in the cold bell.

Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky.

Listen to Lu Libai on a moonlit night.

Sitting under the moon in a quiet night, listening to Mr. eremita playing the guqin.

Suddenly I heard the tune of "Very Taiwan", which seemed to be the voice of "Han Song".

The fingering of Snow White makes your delicate hands busy, and the syllable of "green water" really nourishes your heart.

Unfortunately, Zhong Ziqi has long since passed away, and there is no such confidant in the world.

"Recalling Cui Langzhong's trip to Nanyang, leaving me with Confucius and Qin, I feel old" Li Bai.

Yesterday in Nanyang, I only ate ferns from Dushan.

Recalling Cui Zongzhi, white water turns into a bright moon.

After the chrysanthemum pond, you can drink without rest.

Pan Jin, self-effacing clear song hair.

Once Yushu is destroyed, life and death are extremely unstable.

Leave me the Confucius Qin, and the person who saved it is dead.

Who preach Guangling San, but cry mangshan bone.

When will Quan wake up? Sweep the fox and rabbit hole for a long time.

Waste Bai Qin to gather righteousness.

The sycamore is combined into a piano, which has an ancient sound.

The ancient sound is tasteless, and it is not called human feelings today.

The jade emblem loses its luster, and cinnabar is born in the soil.

It has been abandoned for a long time, and the sound is still lingering.

I don't want to play for you, but the player won't listen.

Why is this happening? Qiangdi and Qin Zheng.