1. Bai Juyi: Pipa in the large strings hummed like rain, the small strings whispered like a secret. Hummed, whispered-and then were intermingled, like a pouring of large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Guan Yingying speaks with a slippery bottom, we heard a brook bitterly sob along a bank of sand. By the checking of its cold touch, the very string seemed broken, as though it could not pass; and the notes, dying away. Into a depth of sorrow and concealment of lament, told even more in silence than they had told in sound. A silver vase abruptly broke with a gush of water, and out leapt armored horses and weapons that clashed and smote.
2. Lu Xun has given people two poems: Rong Yu Zheng, the female end of Qin Dynasty, and Liang Chen's enthusiasm for the night wind is light, and the sudden sound of the ice string is absolutely unique, but he sees the sound of the stars.