Playing the zither under the north window, the voice sounds sad at night. The high strings are easy to break, and the heart is broken and cannot be bent. ——Xiao Gang's "Playing the Zheng"

The Qin Zheng plays the perfect tune, the jade pillars sing the clear music, the strings break according to the height, and the sound continues with the wonderful fingers. Just hearing the sound lingering in the beam, I would rather know that the face is like jade. ——Shen Yue's "Zheng"

The beautiful woman is sitting outside the window in the daytime, and the strings are playing the zither in sign language. The spring breeze blows on the king's ears, this song is "Ascension to Heaven".

The silver zither has been played diligently for a long time at night, but I am timid and cannot bear to return to the empty room. ——Yu Ya's "Autumn Night Song"

The zither is played and the golden millet pillars are played, in front of the jade house with plain hands. If you want to win Lang Zhou's attention, you always play the string by mistake - Li Duan's "Listening to the Zheng"