Li Ping Konghou Yin

Li He of Tang Dynasty

Wu Si, Shu Tong and Zhang Gaoqiu.

The clouds on the empty mountain are stagnant,

Xiang'e cries about the bamboo plain girl's sorrow.

Li Ping played the Chinese harp.

The broken jade in Kunshan screams as a phoenix,

The hibiscus weeps and the dew fragrant orchid smiles.

The cold light melts in front of the twelve doors,

Twenty-three silk threads move the purple emperor.

Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky,

The stones break the sky and amaze Qiu Yu.

I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess,

The old fish danced the thin dragon dance.

Wu Zhi sleepless and leans against the osmanthus tree,

The wet cold rabbit flies sideways with bare feet.

Listening to Lu Zishun playing the piano on a moonlit night

Tang Li Bai

Sitting under the bright moon at leisure, a quiet man plays the piano.

Suddenly I heard the sad wind, just like the singing of cold pines.

The white snow messes up the slender hands, the green water clears the mind.

The clock has disappeared for a long time, and there is no sound in the world.

Hao Tingqin

Tang __Bai Juyi

His nature is fond of silk tung, and the dust will disappear when he hears it.

When a sound comes to my ears, everything is separated from my heart.

Clean and smooth can dispel diseases, and peace and harmony can nourish Meng.

It is especially suitable to listen to three kinds of music to comfort the white-headed man.

A man from Zhangshan plays the harp

Tang __ Chang Jian

You go to the green grass and play the jade harp on the west peak.

It is not only a reward in the hills, but also a clear mind.

Returning from the mountain pass in the morning, I heard the clear (quiet) sound when I came out of the ridge.

Understand the clouds and clouds (meaning), and see the heart of heaven and earth.

The black crane dances gracefully in the pine forest under the clear sky.

Change the strings and tune the business sound, and listen to the flying dragon's chant again.

I feel this body is delusional for a while, and gradually realize that the immortal things are profound.

He will cast the alchemy cauldron into my hairpin forever.

Listen to Playing the Qin

Tang__ Liu Changqing

On the seven silk silks, I listened quietly to the cold wind in the pines.

Although the ancient tune is self-loving, many people today don’t play it.

Jiangnan Nong Zhao Sequ

Southern and Northern Dynasties__ Shen Yue

Handan Qi Nong produced Wen Zi.

Yingxian sharply tunes and cuts the flow sign.

The black crane hovers and the white clouds rise.

White clouds are rising, and the fragrance is fragrant.

Li compound, Qu Weiyang.