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Du Shiniang's poems
1. A poem describing the love of prostitutes in Du Shiniang, "Warning the world, Du Shiniang is angry."

Sweep away the remnants of Hu Li Diji, Dragon and Phoenix Dance and Cui Wei.

On the left is the sea and sky, and on the right is Taihang Mountain.

Geji nine faces are men, and his clothes are hung all over the world.

Taiping people enjoy Hua Xu's life, but Jin Ou's glory lives on.

Du Shiniang is the heroine in Ming Dynasty's "One Like You: Du Shiniang's Angry Chest". She used to be a prostitute, but she was deeply oppressed but indomitable, struggling to get rid of adversity. I put all my hopes on Li Jia, a rich boy in Shaoxing. However, no matter how hard she tried, she could not escape the bondage of tragic fate. Li Jia betrayed his faith and sold it to Sun Fu. In desperation, Du Shiniang denounced Sun Fu and Li Jia, threw the treasure in the treasure chest into the river and finally jumped into the rolling waves.

2. Please indicate the source of the famous sentence describing Pipa Girl, Du Shiniang and Zijun. It is best that we shouted and urged for a thousand times before she started to walk towards us and hid half of her face behind the guitar so that we could not see it.

... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.

Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.

She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.

She brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them, first "Nishang" and then "Six Yao".

Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.

Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.

Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.

The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop.

The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.

A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.

Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.

The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.

She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.

Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill. [Tomb of Frogs (HAMA)]

She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.

Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers.

How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.

The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine.

Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.

Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.

Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to a businessman.

Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.

She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears. -"Pipa Travel"