The jade flute is played in the Yellow Crane Tower, and the plum blossoms fall in May in Jiangcheng - Li Bai's "Listening to the Flute Playing in the Yellow Crane Tower with Shi Lang Zhongqin"

I don't know where the Lu Guan is played. One night of conquest, people looked back at their hometown - Li Yi's "Listening to the Flute in the City at Night"

Back then, Ying Nu was tired of the world and learned to play the phoenix flute to ride on the colorful clouds. She turned to the history of the flute with affection, and her beauty lasted for thousands of years. A gift to you - "Phoenix Flute Song" by Shen Quanqi of the Tang Dynasty

The phoenix blowing the sheng is like a colorful cloud separated by clouds, and I don't know whose house is outside the wall. The heavy door is locked and nowhere to be found, and there are suspected peach trees and flowers - Tang Lang Shiyuan's "Listening to the Neighbor Playing the Sheng"

The luminous cup of grape wine, if you want to drink the pipa, you will be prompted immediately. Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times - "Liangzhou Ci" by Wang Han of the Tang Dynasty

For thousands of years, the pipa has been playing nonsense, and there is clear resentment in the music. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Third of Five Poems on Ancient Relics"

On the seven strings of the cold, listening to the cold wind in the pines - Liu Changqing's "Listening to the Playing Qin"