Poetry 1: Xiangling Drums and Psalter

A collection of poems describing music

Good at playing drums and playing psalms, he often hears the spirit of the emperor's son.

Feng Yi Tu dances on his own, but Chu Ke cannot listen to it.

The bitter tone of the gold and stone, the voiceless sound enters the darkness.

Cangwu comes to complain and admire, and the white peony moves to bring fragrance.

The flowing water flows through Xiangpu, and the sad wind passes through Dongting.

No one can be seen at the end of the song, and there are several green peaks on the river.

Poetry 2: Li Ping's harp and harp quotes

Wu Si, Shu Tong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed with clouds that are not flowing.

Jiang'e cries about the sorrow of the bamboo girl, and Li Ping plays the konghou in China.

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 make Qiu Yu startle.

I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance.

Wu Zhi sleeplessly leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet.

Poetry 3: The sound of jade is like music

Jade knocking can stop the spinning, and people's words and music are combined.

The complex sounds are suddenly gone, and the elegant rhyme is suddenly clear.

Pei wants to stop his immortal steps, but Quan is suspicious of the sound of swallowing in the night.

At the end of the song, there is no difference in hearing, and the sound is extremely emotional.

Teda is difficult to describe, but Linglong cannot be renamed.

If Kunshan is available, everyone will be proud of it.

Poem 4: Listening to the Zheng

When I wake up from the wine, at dawn, whose small building is playing the jade zheng?

The fingers are light and clear, the rhythm is peaceful, one word Words express heartfelt feelings.

The orioles are whispering at the bottom of the flowers, and the solitary red clouds are mourning outside.

The drops of gold are broken by the rain, and the ice of the jade pot is broken.

Listen, it’s all heartbreaking sounds!

Poetry 5: Songyue Wen Sheng

The moon rises in the east of Songshan Mountain, and the moon shines brightly in the sky. Mountain people love clear scenery and the autumn breeze.

How clear is the night when the wind stops? The grass and insects chirp alone at night. The immortal is invisible, but he rides close to the moon and plays the sheng.

The crimson lips absorb spiritual energy, and the jade fingers adjust the true voice. What kind of song is the true voice? The love of three mountains, luan and crane.

After leaving the secular world, I would like to listen to this song. Now that I'm sleeping in Songcen, I'm so lucky to hear the sound of you.

The gods are happy with my affairs, and they sing and sing to remember their long-cherished intentions.

Poetry 6: Hearing the Flute in Luo City on a Spring Night

The sound of someone’s jade flute flies darkly, spreading into the spring breeze and filling Luo City.

Hearing "Breaking Willow" in this nocturne, who can't forget the love of hometown!