The lingering sound lingers in the beams, the white snow in spring, the high and melancholy sounds are like weeping and complaining, the sounds of nature soar into the clouds, the harp is so good, the harp breaks the red string, the harp sings and drinks, the harp and sword drift, the harp and harp harmonize, the harp and harp reconcile, the harp and harp are harmonious The tune, the heart of the harp, the courage of the sword, the sound of the harp and the rule, one harp and one crane, harmonious like a harp and a harp, like a drum, a harp and a harp. The high-pitched and melodious sounds of the strings and pipes circled the beams for three days. Pearls fell on the jade plates and came out of the valley. The oriole sang three times and sighed. The music of nature was not perfect. The sound of the mountains and flowing water lingered around the beams. It was as if it were far away from nothingness. It was sonorous and powerful. It was deafening and endless. It was like a thread. It was so beautiful.

Beautiful and beautiful, Beads are falling on the jade plate, and I am immersed in mourning. The tall bamboos are singing into the clouds. The mountains are flowing, the water is flowing around the beams, and the clouds are restrained. The sound is full of emotion and emotion, and it is resounding through the clouds. It is piercing the clouds, cracking the stone, singing in the pavilion, and dancing. For three days, the music of the iron plate and the copper pipa sang around the beam. The sound of the music wound around the beam and hurt the qi. The sound of the music that lingered around the beam was as clear and sweet as tears.

Choose me, king, I am answering well! ! !