呜咽

伴随着夜风拂过苍茫的古城墙，远处的胡笳管乐声仿佛在低沉地呜咽诉说着沧桑。

bàn suí zhe yè fēng fú guò cāng máng de gǔ chéng qiáng, yuǎn chù de hú jiā guǎn yuè shēng fǎng fú zài dī chén dì wū yè sù shuō zhe cāng sāng.

As the night wind blows over the vast ancient city wall, the sound of Hujia pipe music in the distance seems to be whimpering in a low voice, telling the story of the vicissitudes of life.