She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones. Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Guan Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach. The spring is cold and astringent, and the clouds of doubt will never stop. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
Li ping's quotations
-Don Lihe
Wu Si Shu Zhangtong is in high autumn, and the blank clouds don't flow. Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China. Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing. The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor. Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain. Dreaming of teaching immortals in Kunshan, the old fish danced in waves. Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.
[Gift to Flower Qing] Du Fu of Tang Dynasty
The city music under the overpass is soft and melodious, half of it goes with the river wind and the other half floats into the clouds.
This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times?
[Yang Liuzhi Ci] Yuxi, Liu Tang
Plum blossom and strong flute, Guishushan Ci in Huainan.
Please don't play the old songs and listen to the new Yang Liuzhi.