Li Ping's Konghou Yin
Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed with clouds that are not flowing.
Jiang'e cries about the sorrow of women in bamboo, while Li Ping plays the Chinese harp.
The broken jade in Kunshan screams as a phoenix, the hibiscus weeps and the dew fragrant orchid smiles.
The cold light melts in front of the twelve doors, and the twenty-three silk threads move the purple emperor.
Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and amaze the autumn rain.
I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance.
Wu Zhi sleeplessly leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet.
Listen to Master Ying Playing the Piano
Author: Han Yu
The words of affection between sons and daughters, the kindness and resentment between you. Suddenly the situation became tense and the warriors went to the enemy's field.
Floating clouds and catkins have no roots, and the sky and the earth are vast and far away.
A flock of birds chirped noisily, and suddenly a lone phoenix was seen. If you climb too high, you can't get any higher, if you lose ground, your strength will plummet.
I have two ears to sigh, but I don’t know how to listen to the silk bamboo. After hearing Master Ying's playing, he got up and sat aside.
Pushing the hand to stop suddenly, wet clothes and tears.
You are sincere and capable, but you can't put ice and coal into my intestines!