A beautiful poem praising music.

Qingping music, partridge sky, near flowers.

Silent embroidered screen incense went out, and Zhu Yan disappeared into the darkness.

Who pity blowing sheng, Tianya Xiang.

You can't draw with ribbons and double pendants. _ People are the most delicate.

Infinite things, a lot of feelings. Four-stringed bamboo bitter Ding Ning.

I have nothing to say when I sleep, but I feel disappointed and dumbfounded.

Float geese sink fish, and finally there is no evidence.

However, relying on the slow string songs, I broke my heart and Qin Zhenglie.

Water and clouds are quiet. Afraid that yellow frost bamboo will give birth to new troubles and new worries.

Long Zaitian hovers in the air. Teng jiao dances and sings empty.