1, you are the most charming in my eyes, and your songs are the most beautiful in my ears.

2. Your singing is euphemistic, which makes people full of praise and makes my heart surge! This kind of voice should only be heard in the sky, and it is rarely heard in life.

It is as beautiful as lark's song.

4. The song is melodious, like a camphor tree leaf with dew in the morning. Your singing is euphemistic and beautiful, which makes people full of praise and makes my heart surge! This kind of voice should only be heard in the sky, and it is rarely heard in life.

5 ... She turned the tuning pin, tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones. Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.