The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like the private rain. The bullets are noisy and mixed, and big and small beads fall on the jade plate. The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flower, and it is difficult to go under the ice of the Youyan Spring. The ice spring is cold and stringy. The condensation will never pass through the sound for a while. Don't worry and hate yourself. Silence is better than sound at this time. The silver vase was broken, water slurry burst out, and the cavalry stood out with swords and guns. At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully stroked, and the four strings sound like cracking silk. (Bai Juyi's "Pipa Play")

The broken jade phoenix of Kunshan screams, the hibiscus weeps and the dew fragrant orchid smiles. (Sometimes all the strings sing in unison, like the crisp sound of Kunshan jade breaking; sometimes one string plays solo, as if the phoenix is ??chirping. When it plays sad, it seems like hibiscus is crying; when it plays happy, it seems like orchid is laughing. (Li He "Li Ping's Flute")

Li Bai heard the flute in Luocheng on a spring night

The sound of someone's jade flute spreads into the spring breeze throughout Luocheng.

Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown. Listening to Li Bai playing the flute in the Yellow Crane Tower with Shi Langzhongqin

I moved to Changsha and looked west to Chang'an without seeing home.

The jade flute is played in the Yellow Crane Tower, and the plum blossoms fall in May in Jiangcheng