Poetry 1: Xiang Se
It is often heard that the immortals in Xiangshui are good at playing the piano and singing.
Feng Yi danced by himself, which made Chuke unbearable.
Deep and sad melody, even hard stones are moved by sadness; The sonorous, high-pitched musical tone is so penetrating that it has been flying to lofty places.
Cangwu complains, and Angelica dahurica is fragrant.
Running water flows to Pu, and I hate Taiwan crossing Dongting.
The music is quiet, but there is no drums of the water god. The river disappears, revealing several peaks, which are green and charming.
Poetry 2: quotations from Li Ping
Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are not flowing.
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.
Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves.
Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.
Poetry 3: Jade sounds like music.
Jade knocks can stop, and people talk happily.
The complex sound suddenly disappears, and the elegant rhyme is clear.
Pei tried to stop Xianbu, but Chunyi swallowed the night sound.
The end of the song is no different from the sound, and the voice is very sad.
TEDA knows that it is difficult to imitate, and it is exquisite and does not change its name.
Kunshan, if any, is proud of it.
Poetry 4: Listening to the Zheng
At the beginning of the wine, at the beginning of the month, the small building tuned the jade piano.
It means that the dial is light and clear, and the melody is peaceful.
Just like a songbird singing at the bottom of a flower and wailing outside a lonely cloud.
Dropping golden rain, breaking the jade pot ice.
Listen, it's full of heartbreak!
Poetry 5: Song Yue Wensheng
The moon rises in Shandong, and the moon is bright and the mountains are empty. Mountain people love the clear scenery and radiate autumn wind.
How can it be clear when the wind stops at night? Immortal invisible, blowing sheng in recent months.
Crimson lips absorb aura, and jade fingers adjust their true voices. What is a real sound? Three mountains are full of love for cranes.
The past has become dust, I want to listen to this song. I'm lying in Songcen today. I'm glad to hear your voice.
Immortals reward me and sing my heart.
Poetry 6: Smelling flute in Los Angeles on a spring night
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.
I heard "folding willows" in this nocturne. Who can't stand homesickness?
Poetry 7: Yang Liuzhi's Ci
Plum blossom and strong flute, Guishushan Ci in Huainan.
Please don't play the old songs and listen to the new Yang Liuzhi.
Poetry 8: Send flowers to Qing.
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?