Tighten the axis of the piano and pluck the strings to play a few test sounds; before the tune is formed, the form is very sentimental.

Xianxian's sad and sad voice implies deep contemplation; it seems to be telling her life's frustration;

She lowered her head and played continuously and casually; All the infinite memories in my heart are told.

Gently gather it, twist it slowly, apply it for a while, and pick it for a while. The first performance was "The Song of Colorful Feather Clothes" and then the "Liu Yao".

The big string is loud, long and noisy like a storm; the small string is gentle and quiet, like someone whispering.

The noisy sounds are intertwined with each other; like big beads and small beads falling from a jade plate in a string.

The sound of the pipa is sometimes like the smooth and smooth sound of birds singing under the flowers, and sometimes it is like the deep, low and intermittent sound of water flowing under the ice.

As if the sound of the cold pipa in the water spring began to condense, the condensed and unsmooth sound gradually stopped.

It seems that another kind of sadness and hatred is secretly growing; at this time, the silence is more moving than the sound.

Suddenly it was like a silver bottle breaking and water splashing everywhere; it was also like armored cavalry fighting with swords and guns.

At the end of the song, she aimed at the center of the strings and plucked them; the fourth string roared as if tearing the fabric.

People on the east and west boats listened quietly; they saw the white autumn moon reflected in the middle of the river.