Sitting under the moon in a quiet night, listening to Mr. eremita playing the guqin.

Our host, who provided rich wine to make the night mellow, invited his Yangzhou guests to play the pipa for us.

Broken like a falling Fang Qiong, the white wall is as cold as a feast.

Author: Pei, Guan.

Qin Qin: An ancient stringed instrument with five strings at first and seven strings later (also called "lyre"; Commonly known as "guqin"): harp. Piano player. Qin Yi. Father. Chyi Chin's calligraphy and painting. The floorboard of some musical instruments: piano. Yueqin Huqin Harmonica. Harp. Violin. Qin Shu (a kind of Quyi). Play the piano. ?

Lu Lu badminton: Meiyu. Cui Wei, who sheared the clouds, was admired by the bright moon. -"Chu Ci Qu Yuan Nine Chapters" Another example: Lu Bao (Baoyu)

Qin poetry

Author: Su Shi?

If the piano is hair, why don't you put it in the box? If the piano sounds from your hands, why can't you hear the sound?

Listen to Lu playing the piano on a moonlit night.

Author: Li Bai?

Sitting under the moon in a quiet night, listening to Mr. eremita playing the guqin. Suddenly I heard the tune of "Very Taiwan", which seemed to be the voice of "Han Song". The fingering of Snow White makes your delicate hands busy, and the syllable of "green water" really nourishes your heart. The clock has gone for a long time, and there is not a bosom friend in the world.

Lute songs

Author: Li Jie?

Our host, who provided rich wine to make the night mellow, invited his Yangzhou guests to play the pipa for us. Facing the bright moon, black crows are flying, frost is hanging on thousands of trees, and the wind is blowing through our clothes. But a bronze stove added its light to the flower candles, the pipa played green water, and then the Queen Chu. Once it started playing, there was no other sound: a spell was cast at the party and the stars became thin. Qinghuai sent an envoy thousands of miles, so he said goodbye and went on his way again, under the Yinshan Mountain.

Qincha

Author: Bai Juyi?

Tao Tao was willful all his life. Since I abandoned my official post, I have had more spring dreams, and I am more relaxed when I am old and don't study. You can only smell the water in the harp, and in the tea, it is Mengshan. I've been accompanied by poor traffic. Can't I go back today?

Li, assistant minister of does, sang Eight Miscellaneous Poems. Youqin

Author: Liu Changqing

The moonlight is all white, and the piano should be midnight. In the hair, the cold wind in the pine forest. Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today. It's hard to cast this song for you.

Broken like a falling Fang Qiong, the white wall is as cold as a feast.

The crumbs float cold, and the golden carvings are exquisite, forming a crystal pavilion.

Author: Pei, Guan.