2. In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music. Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. -Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip

3, pipa gold, strings in the oriole. -Wei Zhuang

4. The glittering and translucent jade body in the snow lotus is as fragrant as old wine in the cold wind set off by the floating pipa. The breathtaking beauty has a different kind of mind, reflecting the vicissitudes of the years over the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, quietly painting the coldness of the snow-capped mountains and the wildness of the plateau.

5. The rest of the wine is cold. At that time, Yuanyang was carved on the jade screen, the bronze mirror was painted yellow, the lips were crimson, and the shadow leaned against the cloud screen window. "It's the third night to leave on the plane." Backhand pipa, full moon in the west wing, velvet snow on the sleeve. The soul is still drunk, and the willow withered by the river. When will it stop? If you want to leave your sadness, who will look back at you for the rest of your life?

6. The boat rippling on the water, from this small bridge to that small bridge, or chanting or singing, or stroking the guqin, listening to the tinkling sound of Suzhou pipa, what kind of picture would it be, and what kind of pleasant tranquility would it be?

7. Pipa loves this wife-killing case, but what she can't forget is the withered rose petals. Life is short, all hopes are dashed, and bad news comes to you. No matter how many years in the future, she always feels less and less every day. There's only so much, only the ones that can't get out. At dusk, she went to the garden and danced on the grass like a girl who sang "Poor Chou-heung". Touch every bush, every scaffold, every fence, and feel the sunset fade away from everything.

8, a pipa, two tears together, acacia bitter, looking forward to, looking forward to flowers, counting petals at dusk. Fragrant, the most regrettable thing is the core. I want to borrow a crimson pearl flower hoe and build a fragrant tomb for the petals. I asked Yan Fei sadly: How many storms are worrying, and who is most worried about strangers? Looking up, I asked Sad Cloud: What do you mean by overlapping words to show pictures? What do you mean by closing the moon and feeling ashamed of flowers? When did you get the Mid-Autumn Festival full moon and go on a date with Liu Xia?

9, the moon is bright, the wind is bleak, and an ancient pipa sours the attachment of this life. I miss you at night, and the moon is dripping and the night is full. The trace left by the slightest sound collides with my inner stupidity, and tears overflow my eyes, flowing wantonly, like a string of crying.

10, pearl-like morning dew shines on the petals; The smiling face is looking at people, smiling so brightly. Just a branch, there are dozens of cherry blossoms, and each cherry blossom has its own charming posture: a flower in bud, like a shy little girl; There are only two or three small flowers, which really means "hiding half of her face in front of us behind her guitar"; There are also those big cherry blossoms that show warm smiles to people. Clusters of cherry blossoms, big and small, crooked and oblique, thick and light, are even more colorful.

1 1, the strong black yarn is castle peak. Returning to the wild goose for the autumn, tired guests are homesick. Cuixiu Qin, Jinbei San, Jade Hand Pipa. When people get old, the west wind will turn gray, and butterflies will worry about the future. Looking back at the horizon, watching the sunset and counting Western jackdaw in the west.

12, dancing to find the shadow, what is it like? Smart, elegant, elegant, smart, flying like a pipa, as elegant as light snowflakes all over the sky, as elegant as a fairy growing lotus step by step. Singing and dancing with her long eyebrows, eyes, fingers and waist; She has flowers in her bun and a pleated skirt around her waist; With light steps and ringing bells, she slowly danced the joys and sorrows of the poem like a light cloud and a whirlwind.

13, immediately turn off the pipa and plug it in. What's more, Cui Tun is a golden que. See Yanyan and give it to my concubine. -Xin Qiji's "He Xinlang"

14, summer is a warm gypsy woman, and whether she can fully feel her emotions without being shy.