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【Music·II】\n\n【Flute】\n\nHearing a Flute on the Frontier\nBy Gao Shi\nSnow melts, barbarian skies clear, horses return from pasture;\nMoon bright, a Qiang flute sounds between the watchtowers.\nI ask where the "Plum Blossom" tune will fall tonight;\nThe wind blows it all night long, filling the mountain passes.\n\nHearing a Flute on a Spring Night in Luoyang\nBy Li Bai\nFrom whose house comes the secret flight of jade flute notes,\nScattering into the spring breeze, filling Luoyang?\nTonight in this melody I hear "The Broken Willow Branch";\nWho would not feel, for native land, a rising homesick pang?\n\nPlaying the Flute\nBy Du Fu\nPlaying the flute on autumn hills, wind clear, moon bright;\nWhose house crafts such heart-rending sounds with such skill?\nThe wind carries the pitch-pipes' harmonious strains so true;\nThe moon leans near the mountain passes, shining in several places.\nBarbarian horsemen at midnight could head north in flight;\nThinking of southern campaigns, a tune from Wuling comes to mind.\nWillows in my old garden now are withered, falling;\nHow can, amid such sorrow, a melody be fully born?\n\n【Konghou (Harp)】\n\nKonghou Prelude\nBy Wang Changling\nMoored at night south of Luxi County,\nI hear songs from both banks, Qiang and Rong tribes.\nThe moon is dark then, monkeys chirp and cry,\nA light rain dampens clothes, stirring sorrow in the heart.\nA banished traveler climbs a high tower,\nWordless, sleepless, he plays the konghou.\nHe plays of autumn mulberry leaves at Jimen Pass,\nOf rustling wind and sand atop the green burial mounds.\nThe general's iron steed sweats blood,\nDeep into Xiongnu lands, the battle never ceases.\nA banished traveler climbs a high tower,\nWordless, sleepless, he plays the konghou.\nHe plays of autumn mulberry leaves at Jimen Pass,\nOf rustling wind and sand atop the green burial mounds.\nThe general's iron steed sweats blood,\nDeep into Xiongnu lands, the battle never ceases.\n\nDo Not Cross the River, Sir\nBy Li Bai\nThe Yellow River comes west, bursting through the Kunlun Mountains,\nRoaring for ten thousand li, striking the Dragon Gate.\nWaves reach the sky; Yao sighs in dismay.\nGreat Yu regulated a hundred rivers,\nHis child cried, but he did not look home.\nHe checked the torrents, stemmed the floods,\nAnd the Nine Provinces began to raise silkworms and hemp.\nThe harm was gone, leaving only vast, empty wind and sand.\nAn old man with loose hair, mad and foolish,\nAt dawn by the stream—what does he intend to do?\nOthers show no pity, his wife tries to stop him,\n"Do not cross the river, sir!" yet he struggles to cross.\nA tiger can be fought, a river cannot be trusted;\nThe old man indeed drowns, his body drifts to the sea's edge.\nThere is a long whale with white teeth like a snowy mountain;\nOh sir, oh sir, you are caught and tangled among them!\nThe konghou's lament is that he never returns.\n\nLi Ping Plays the Konghou\nBy Li He\nWu silk, Shu paulownia strung in high autumn,\nEmpty mountains, congealed clouds sag and cease to flow.\nRiver goddesses weep among bamboos, the plain maid grieves,\nAs Li Ping in the Middle Kingdom plays the konghou.\nJade of Kunlun shatters, phoenixes cry,\nLotus flowers weep dew, fragrant orchids smile.\nBefore the twelve city gates, cold light melts away;\nTwenty-three strings move the Purple Emperor on high.\nWhere Nüwa smelted stones to mend the sky,\nStones split, heaven startled, provoking autumn rain.\nDreaming, he enters divine mountains, teaches an immortal crone;\nOld fish leap in waves, gaunt water dragons dance.\nWu Gang, sleepless, leans against the cassia tree;\nDew-feet slanting fly, dampening the cold hare.