Li Ping Konghou Yin · Li He

Wu Si Shu Tong 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, and the hibiscus weeps and the 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 sleepless and leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet.

Listen to Master Ying playing the piano

Han Yu

You talk affectionately to your children, and you share your grudges and grudges.

Suddenly the situation became tense and the warriors went to the enemy's field.

The floating clouds and catkins have no roots, and the sky and the earth are vast and far away.

A hundred birds were chirping noisily, and suddenly a solitary phoenix was seen.

If you can't reach the top, you will lose your strength and plummet.

I have two ears to sigh, but I don’t know how to listen to the silk bamboo.

After hearing Master Ying play, he got up and sat aside.

The push-hand stopped suddenly, and the clothes were wet with tears.

You are so sincere and capable, you can’t put ice and coal in my intestines!