But let's drink to the guest who came back from the camp and play the savage pipa, guitar and harp —— Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home in Song of Snow by Don Cen Can.

Leaning Alone on Dense Bamboo, Flipping Fingers and Singing —— Tang Wangwei's Bamboo House

Talking with Qin instead of Heart-to-Heart —— From Han's Phoenix Seeking Phoenix

I want to give my heart to Yao Qin-Xiao Zhongshan was very cold last night and I couldn't stop singing. Song Yuefei

With the help of the piano, the string is clear, and the short song can't be long —— Cao Pi, the first of Yan Wei Jin's two songs.

Gong Yue: This poem is the most beautiful, but it is not listening to the piano, but also listening to the pipa-Su Songshi's "Water Tune You Yu Zi".

I will pick up my lute and play, but, alas, who here will understand? -Xin in Tang Meng Haoran's "Summer Thoughts in Nanting"

The harp falls from the pearl of the world, and the yellow mud falls from the arrow of the Spring Festival —— Tang Chentao in Drinking to Worship the Golden Statue without Youth and Health

How do you comfort your loneliness? Singin' in the Rain by Don Bai Juyi —— Playing the piano against the north window

I ate the fairy pill, got rid of the worldly troubles, and completed my mission before playing the pipa for the third time —— A review of Lu Xuzhou in Song of Lushan by Tang Li Bai.

Burning inkstone books, cracking piano paintings, destroying words and smearing names —— Banqiao in Zheng Qing in Qinyuanchun Hate

Hu Weiwei didn't return to his hometown and failed to live up to the piano in the box —— Tang Kukuang in Ode to a Wanderer

If there is a piano sound, why not put it in the box? -Su Shi of Song Dynasty in Qin Poetry