Xiao Jiu Pei Huan
There is a kind of beauty that I will never forget. I want to go crazy if I can't see you for a day.
Phoenix flies, and the four seas seek to burn. Helpless beauty, not in the east wall.
On behalf of the spare time, I want to speak my mind. When can I see Xu Xi to comfort me?
Willing to match virtue with words and work together! I can't fly, which makes me fall.
Ancient heritage
The sycamore is combined into a piano, which has an ancient sound. The ancient sound is tasteless, and it is not called human feelings today.
The jade emblem loses its luster, and cinnabar is born in the soil. It has been abandoned for a long time, and the sound is still lingering.
I don't want to play for you, but the player won't listen. Why is this happening? Qiangdi and Qin Zheng.
Wanhesong
The sea embraces the land-melodious songs come from the distant Emei Mountain. When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will.
I heard him in the clear stream, I heard him in the cold bell. Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky.
Yunquan
My family lives in Wushan cloud, and I often hear the flowing water of Wushan myself. Qin Yu suddenly appeared and turned around, as if listening in a dream.
The Three Gorges flows thousands of miles in spring and then flows into the boudoir. Stones rushed to the cliff, pointing to the afterlife, and Hinami rose in the waves.
At first, it was suspected that the spewing contained thunder wind, but it seemed to be sobbing. Back to the turbulent and winding wrasse, it will be exhausted, and then it will drip into Pingsha.
Looking back, when Ruan Gong wrote this song, Zhong Rong couldn't hear enough. One shot after another, hoping to continue like Liu Quan Town.
Tao Jing
With the passage of time, please give me peace and get rid of all kinds of things. I think that there is no brilliant strategy to serve the country, only to retire to the mountains and forests.
Wide wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining on the right to play the piano. To know the truth about the poor, please listen to the fishing songs in the deep water.
Andrew
The bird stays where the fish is, and jathyapple takes care of Jiang Shen. There is nothing outside but the piano on the boat.
Seven strings are good friends and two ears are bosom friends. Quiet voice and light language, no ancient and modern.
Serene Qinghui
Jade chiffon, Zhu xian, rustling emblem, Wu Wa is playing.
It is clear that there are clouds and rains in the song, and it seems that it is too small to return.
Chiang Rai
Sitting under the moon in a quiet night, listening to Mr. eremita playing the guqin. Suddenly I heard the tune of "Very Taiwan", which seemed to be the voice of "Han Song".
The fingering of Snow White makes your delicate hands busy, and the syllable of "green water" really nourishes your heart. Unfortunately, Zhong Ziqi has long since passed away, and there is no such confidant in the world.
Unknown Qin Song.
Semi-turbid and semi-clear, singing guangling on the Zheng,
The cold sword silently listens to the wishes of the gentleman and despises the world to laugh.
Meihualuo
Yesterday in Nanyang, I only ate ferns from Dushan. Recalling Cui Zongzhi, white water turns into a bright moon.
After the chrysanthemum pond, you can drink without rest. Pan Jin, self-effacing clear song hair.
Once Yushu is destroyed, life and death are extremely unstable. Leave me the Confucius Qin, and the person who saved it is dead.
Who preach Guangling San, but cry mangshan bone. When will Quan wake up? Sweep the fox and rabbit hole for a long time.
Shuanghong
There are tall buildings in the northwest, flush with the clouds. Cross sparse junction window, aging third order.
There are string songs on the screen and the sound is sad. Who can write this song? Nothing, just Qi Liang's wife.
Qing merchants drift with the wind. Sighing again and again, generosity is more than sadness.
I don't care whether the singer is bitter or not, but I hurt my bosom friend. It turned out to be two swans, flying high.
Yu Yun
Jiang Ju Yu Qin, with one string clear and one heart clear. The seven strings of Lingling are all over the ground, and the wood is full of melancholy clouds.
It can make the river white and make the river deep. I only know that the branches of buttonwood trees can be decorated with gold.
Yuhubing
When the birds are out of the moon, they sit in the open forest. It's time to play the pipa freely.
Celebrating the age is based on wood, and tranquility follows people's hearts. When you are calm, you should start with the right voice.
Around the rest of the group, the autumn night is deep. The positive voice is meta-consciousness, and the world is clear and heavy.
The reverberation lasted for three days. -"Liezi Tang Wen"
Its music is high and low. -Song Yu of the Warring States Period
Heart sad but not happy, heart happy but not sad. -"Huainan Miao Zi Cheng Xun"
There is a string song on the screen with a sad voice. -Nineteen ancient poems
Virtue, the end of sex; Musicians are the virtue of China. -Historical Records of Le Shu
Feel the heart and soul. -Three Kingdoms (Wei) Cao Pi
Short songs cannot be long. -Three Kingdoms (Wei) Cao Pi
But knowing the piano is interesting, why play it on the string? -Tao Jin Yuanming
Make sounds by shape, make music at any time, and have everything. -Jin Chenggong Sui
There was a flute sound of "Plum Blossom" from the Yellow Crane Tower, and another drop of plum blossom was seen on the river bank in May. —— Tang Libai
The breeze blew the song into the air, and it spread all over Yun Fei. —— Tang Libai
The lyre plays a cool tune and listens carefully, like a tumbling pine tree. Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today. -Don Liu Changqing
Ever since I knocked the Hosta on the bamboo, I have sung a song "Song Like Frost". -Tang Gaoshi
The city music under the overpass is soft and melodious, half of it goes with the river wind and the other half floats into the clouds. This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times? -Tang Du Fu
The music is quiet, but there is no drums of the water god. The river disappears, revealing several peaks, which are green and charming. -Don Qian Qi
I don't know if people are here, but it's loud and empty. —— Tang Zhaowei
Just like a pair of close children whispering, I had a dark conversation with two beautiful friends, the secretary. Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword. Eee logo turned into a floating cloud, you don't have to wander around the endless road. There were hundreds of birds, and suddenly I saw a lonely phoenix. The cliffs pressed people to climb, and the dark valley collapsed under the thunderous sound of collapse. -Don Han Yu
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin and 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. The ice spring is cold and astringent, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk. -Don Bai Juyi
Sing to the throat of bamboo branches, and the cold apes will sing for a while. -Don Bai Juyi
In the string, I hate the distant mountains, pointing out that Chuxia is affectionate. -Tang Suti
A new word sounds like a pearl, and turning your throat is suspected of hitting a coral. -Don Xue Neng
Singing red plums is fragrant, and willow branches and peach leaves are hidden deep. Song Yan Dao Ji
Such as resentment, such as longing, such as crying, such as lingering sound. -history
Words that know perfectly well cannot convey hatred, unlike pipa. -Song Luyou
Like snow, like Youlong. -sheng