After calling for thousands of times, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.
There are three or two sounds of plucking the strings on the rotating shaft, and there is emotion before the tune is formed.
The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, seeming to express dissatisfaction in life.
The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one's heart.
Lightly gathered, slowly twisted and wiped, then picked again, first "Neon Shang" and later "Liu Yao".
The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
The bullets are noisy and mixed, and big and small beads fall on the jade plate.
The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flowers, and it is difficult to go under the ice of the Youyan Spring.
The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass the sound for a while.
Don't worry and hate yourself. Silence is better than sound at this time.
The silver vase was broken, water slurry burst out, and the cavalry stood out with swords and guns.
At the end of the song, the four strings sounded like a crack of silk.
The east boat and the west boat are silent, only the white autumn moon can be seen in the middle of the river.
He was deep in thought while plucking and plucking strings, straightening his clothes and condensing his face.