Suddenly I heard the sound of a pipa on the water. The host forgot to return and the guest did not say anything.

The three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft showed feelings before the tune was formed.

The strings muffle the sound and thoughts, seeming to complain of failure in life.

The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one’s heart.

Lightly gathered, slowly twisted and wiped, and then picked again, at first it was a colorful dress and then it was six pieces.

The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.

Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate.

In the meantime, Guan Ying is talking about the slippery bottom of flowers, and it is difficult to go under the ice of Youyan Spring.

The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass through the sound.

Don’t feel sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.

The silver bottle bursts out, and the water slurries burst out, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns.

At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.

Tonight I hear your pipa music, and my ears suddenly become clear as if I were listening to fairy music.

This song can only be heard in heaven, how many times can you hear it in the world?