Backhand plucking, playing freely, Tang Zhiyun has lasted for thousands of years.

The walls of the Mogao Grottoes are dancing in the sky, and today they are presented to the nobles of Xi.

Kaiyuan pear garden is prosperous, and Yan dances and songs are drunk.

The Tang room is romantic today, and dreams fly in the sound of pipa.

Years of quicksand trample on dust, and the noise of history leaves traces.

In order to win the favor of music and dance, I sang happily and my heart was bitter.

Who are you happy for and who are you worried about? The bell is trembling, the string is shocked, and the eyes are ashamed.

The cicada wings cover the demon, and the pipa dance steals the limelight.

Smooth jade is tender and fragrant, and customs are various.

Three thousand dotes on others. Who asked if the imperial concubine was injured?

Poetry on a spring night

Liu xiaoxian

Moonlight strings on the night floor. Expose a hundred flowers to blossom.

Love is too much to set. I haven't slept since I cried.

Dunhuang is far away. A letter can move for years.