Phoenix Wearing Peony-Pipa

I overheard the episode of the TV series Phoenix Wearing Peony, and I heard it in Plum Blossom Archives, thinking it was a guzheng song. I found it was piano master Lin Hai's masterpiece Pipa, and I liked it very much. The ancients said, "Grape wine luminous cup, if you want to drink pipa, you should be urged immediately. Drunk and lying on the battlefield, you don't laugh, and you have fought for several times in ancient times. "The lute string says that you are homesick, and the moon was there at that time, and you once returned according to the colorful clouds." The lute is beautiful and elegant, plump but not bloated, with soft and smooth curves, and the appropriate posture reveals leisurely amorous feelings. It is really appropriate to use the lute to express your thoughts of saying that you want to rest.

Excited feelings, with the pipa silently hidden in the depths of the soul, layer upon layer condensed into flying melodies, wandering aimlessly, only circulating the desolation of the world in the silent plucking, like a quiet and talented Iraqi whispering a coolness and a sincerity in the lingering notes of bitterness. And I, can I recite this dusty rhyme? Can this lightness and gentleness flow into colorful flowers?

My thoughts have returned to my hometown ancient town, where it is drizzling as before, where the clouds are lingering and the smoke is curling. I like this kind of emotional appeal, like to feel the moist breath in the subtle oblique wind, the thick and faint green, the spring of autumn rain, like to enjoy the happiness and loneliness of life in the music-filled space, and weave a curtain of dreams in a woman's heart with the lingering rain and the weakness of the wind.

after ten years' training in the same boat, and a hundred years' training in * * * pillow sleep, I have trodden thousands of waters in Qian Shan, and gone through countless cycles of four seasons. I came here to look for you in the misty rain and red dust, and I found you, and I became a pair of lovers and tied the knot. Wind and water come from the wind, and a wisp of spotless melody flows from the fingertips. Can the delicate and shy eyes melt the realistic but tender ice heart into an inexhaustible spring water? Song month lingers, dancing and dancing in disorder, until the years are old, the youth is gone, and the past events are all in the dust. I still have no regrets ...

Pipa language, endless voices, endless hearts, infinite warmth and tranquility, life, one day fluttering and dying, only care about, this episode is about the joy and luck of a lifetime, and the heart is broken. Accustomed to sitting by the window, accustomed to caring and overflowing, accustomed to all the bitterness and love, in the lingering charm, in the clever strings, and then washed away ...