《太平广记·卷三百一十·神二十》
说罢，就一面弹琴一面唱了起来：南风薰薰兮草芊芊，妙有之音兮归清弦。
乃抚琴以歌之曰：南风薰薰兮草芊芊，妙有之音兮归清弦。
With that said, he sang while plucking at the zither. The southern breeze gently blows, and the grass grows lush; my wondrous melody echoes on the zither strings.