羌笛清

　　If Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou word", we drew a quiet full picture, so the high fitness of "frontier" listening to the piper is a sporty plug on scenery. The snow on the net Hu day Wrangler, she towers between. May I ask where the plum blossom falls, the wind full of mountain night. In the lonesome moonlight, in the spring just ablation of desert Saibei soldiers, herded horses, to garrison towers walking slowly. Have not yet entered the moon tower, melodious flute has heard from the tower in. This is not familiar with the hometown melody "plum blossom"?

　　Presumably then hometown plum flower has bloomed, spring has filled the branches, the hometown beautiful spring again in my heart.

　　How to go back to my dream home, how to see your loved ones. The pent up feelings of homesickness, like the flute, echoed in the silence of the night sky. I wish in the hometown of the plum blossom, like this Saibei snow, overnight on the north and south of the Tianshan Mountains, let this bleak cold, also like home, plum blossom bright spring days. Although time is after thousands of years, but left the poet a dynamic picture, is still clearly visible, came from the picture of the flute is still very touching.