《 Liangzhou Words 》
--Don Meng Haoran
It is made into rosewood gold shavings, and the lute sound is in the clouds.
Hu Di traveled thirty thousand miles, and that could be sent to Ming Jun immediately.
The joy of the other side is sad, and the Qiang flute does not have to be blown.
Sit and watch tonight Guan Shanyue, thinking of killing the Border City Rangers.
Translation:
The natural rosewood gold shavings, the sound of the lute made is clear and straight into the clouds.
Thousands of miles away from Hudi, even if the pipa sound sent to Wang Mingjun to make music immediately can be crossed.
The sound of music in a different place always makes people feel sad, and this Qiang flute hufu should not be blown again.
Sitting and looking up at the moon on this side, my mind was thinking of killing the enemy on the edge of the pass.
"Endowed from the King"
--Tang Zhang Jiuling
Since the emergence of the king, there is no longer a wreckage.
Si Jun is like a full moon, and the night is reduced.
Ever since you left your hometown for a long trip, I haven't touched the worn-out loom.
Missing you is like a full moon in the sky, and the brilliance has weakened night after night.