[ Pipa song ] One Autumn night on the Yangtze River side,I bade farewell to my friends on a boat. Soft wind rustles reeds and maple leaves, I, the host, dismounted and the guests went aboard. Cup in hands, but there was no music, We drank with depressed heart,Seeing my friends off while the moonlight bathing in the river. Suddenly the pipa sounds drifting to our ears from a neighboring boat....
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