Music poems in April
Feng Yi danced by himself, which made Chuke unbearable. Deep and sad melody, even hard stones are moved by sadness; The sonorous, high-pitched musical tone is so penetrating that it has been flying to lofty places.
Cangwu complains, and Angelica dahurica is fragrant. Running water flows to Pu, and I hate Taiwan crossing Dongting.
The music is quiet, but there is no drums of the water god. The river disappears, revealing several peaks, which are green and charming. Chen Ji, Wang Yong, Zhuang Ruo-Ne and Xiang Se were written by Pan Yao Se, a goddess, and there was a wild goose pavilion in the ancient temple.
Chu Yun came to the city, and Hunan water helped to clear the city. Wonderful signs are intimate, and countless voices are in ghosts.
A crescent moon is white, and several curves are green. It's time to adjust bitterness and complain, but it's also time to get away from the spirit of Di Zi.
If you can appreciate the lingering sound, try to play it for you. Qin Guan in Linjiang County is thousands of miles away from Xiaoxiang, and Lanpu used to be.
The moon is bright and the wind is clear. The microwave was still, and the stars were soaked in cold water all day.
I feel sad when I am alone in danger. I heard from a distance that I am a princess. The new voice contains all the feelings of ancient and modern times.
The music is quiet, but there is no drums of the water god. The river disappears, revealing several peaks, which are green and charming. Li Ping led Li He, Shu Tong and Zhang, and the empty mountain stagnated.
Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China. Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing.
The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor. Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain.
Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves. Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.
"French opera-beautiful sound, sound is also" Tang. Bai Juyi's French opera is a big song, and there are many places to celebrate. People with eternal emblems sing and dance, while French music sings and dances.
Political integrity and harmony, sound all over the world, Kaiyuan people happy and healthy. French songs are magnificent and grand.
Zhongzong Suzong revived Hongye, and Tang Zuo revived Chiba. French songs and French songs are combined with foreign songs, and foreign sounds and evil sounds are mixed.
With the end of chaos and Tianbao, Chen Hu will be submitted to the palace next year. It is to understand the Chinese style of the law, to be able to judge the sound and to communicate with the government.
First, it is wrong to refer to Huqu, and you can't tell ups and downs from sorrows and joys. I hope my teeth are open and clear, so that summer and summer will not be violated.
【 Jade sounds like music 】 Liu Tang's jade knocking can be stopped, and people's words and music blend together. The complex sound suddenly disappears, and the elegant rhyme is clear.
Pei tried to stop Xianbu, but Chunyi swallowed the night sound. The end of the song is no different from the sound, and the voice is very sad.
TEDA knows that it is difficult to imitate, and it is exquisite and does not change its name. Kunshan, if any, is proud of it.
[Yang Liuzhi Ci] Tang. Liu Yuxi inserted plum blossoms to play the flute, Huainan Guishushan Ci. Please don't play the old songs and listen to the new Yang Liuzhi.
[Song Yue hears] Tang. Liu Xiyi was born in Shandong in September, and the moon is bright and the mountains are empty. Mountain people love the clear scenery and radiate autumn wind.
How can it be clear when the wind stops at night? Immortal invisible, blowing sheng in recent months.
Crimson lips absorb aura, and jade fingers adjust their true voices. What is a real sound? Three mountains are full of love for cranes.
The past has become dust, I want to listen to this song. I'm lying in Songcen today. I'm glad to hear your voice.
Immortals reward me and sing my heart. [Whispering flute in Los Angeles on a spring night] The Rain Flute by Tang Li Bai flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles. ..
I heard "folding willows" in this nocturne. Who can't stand homesickness? [Gift Qing] Day after day, Du Fu's silk tube in Jincheng, Tang Dynasty, enters the river wind and clouds. This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times?
Tang 】 【 male often play elegant music in the book. Chen Jinshi, an anonymous musician, went to the public. The person who plays the sound is absolutely speechless and has clear rhyme.
According to the law, the clouds will change, and the birds and beasts will remain unchanged. If you have virtue, you will observe the wind when you practice etiquette.
Tian Huan played nine times in the three scales of the master. Lonely and high-pitched, wanderers are full of wisdom.
Pipa Tour-Tang Bai Juyi, I am seeing off guests, and the night is on the banks of Xunyang River, with maple leaves, flowers and autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
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 thought-provoking, and every note is thought-provoking. It seems that he is not satisfied with his 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. Guan Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach.
The spring is cold and astringent, and the clouds of doubt will never stop. 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.
The east ship and the west ship were silent, and we saw the white autumn moon entering the river. She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Quba once taught good people to yield, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers. How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China. Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared. Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears. Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? . A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.
Xunyang has no music, neither strings nor bamboo for a whole year. My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning and the autumn night in the moonlight.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears. Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about the guitar ... She was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet.
"Listen to the clever teacher playing the piano"-Tang Tong's words are unscrupulous and resentful. Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword.
Clouds and catkins have no roots, and the world is wide and far away. 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. I am ashamed that I have a pair of ears and a pair of music. I am too ignorant to appreciate music.
Listening to your music, the piano suddenly rose, making people sit down low. In the panic, I reached out to block my chin, and tears had already poured into my eyes.
Smart and sincere, there is no ice charcoal for my intestines. Li Ping's Quotations-Gao Qiu in Tang and Shu Dynasties, blank clouds are stagnant.
Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China. Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing.
The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor. Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain.
Dreaming of teaching immortals in Kunshan, the old fish danced in waves. Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.
"Listening to Shi Ying and Qin Ge" —— Tang Lihe bid farewell to Puyun's return to osmanthus-scented bamboo, and the double phoenix language on the string of Shu State. The hibiscus leaves fell and left in autumn, and the King of Yue began to visit Tianmu Mountain at night.
Dark Chen Peiqing knocked on the water.
2. Poems describing music 1. Lingjiang county qinguan
Thousands of miles away, Xiaoxiang, Lanpu and Lanradial used to be.
The moon is bright and the wind is clear. The microwave was still, and the stars were soaked in cold water all day.
I feel sad when I am alone in danger. I heard from a distance that I am a princess.
The new voice contains all the feelings of ancient and modern times. The music is quiet, but there is no drums of the water god. The river disappears, revealing several peaks, which are green and charming.
Li Ping quoted Li He's words.
Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are not flowing.
Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China.
Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing.
The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.
Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain.
Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves.
Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.
3. Faqu-Mei Liesheng, Hua Zhengsheng is also Bai Juyi.
French songs are big, and morality is celebrated.
People with eternal emblems sing and dance, while French music sings and dances.
Political integrity and harmony, sound all over the world, Kaiyuan people happy and healthy.
French songs are magnificent and grand.
Zhongzong Suzong revived Hongye, and Tang Zuo revived Chiba.
French songs and French songs are combined with foreign songs, and foreign sounds and evil sounds are mixed.
With the end of chaos and Tianbao, Chen Hu will be submitted to the palace next year.
It is to understand the Chinese style of the law, to be able to judge the sound and to communicate with the government.
First, it is wrong to refer to Huqu, and you can't tell ups and downs from sorrows and joys.
I hope my teeth are open and clear, so that summer and summer will not be violated.
4. liuyong, jade sounds like music.
Jade knocks can stop, and people talk happily.
The complex sound suddenly disappears, and the elegant rhyme is clear.
Pei tried to stop Xianbu, but Chunyi swallowed the night sound.
The end of the song is no different from the sound, and the voice is very sad.
TEDA knows that it is difficult to imitate, and it is exquisite and does not change its name.
Kunshan, if any, is proud of it.
5. Yang Liuzhi's Ci "Liu Yuxi"
Plum blossom and strong flute, Guishushan Ci in Huainan.
Please don't play the old songs and listen to the new Yang Liuzhi.
3. A poem about music, Li He's Quotations from Li Ping.
Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are not flowing.
Hunan and Hubei are in tears, and Li plays China.
Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing.
The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.
Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain.
Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves.
Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.
The banquet is good, but the joy is hard to express.
The timbre of guzheng is so elegant, it is the most fashionable piece, exquisite and ingenious.
A virtuous person speaks highly of music and knows the true meaning of musicians.
Qi Xin has the same wish, but the meaning is not extended.
Our host, who provided rich wine to make the night mellow, invited his Yangzhou guests to play the pipa for us.
Facing the moon with whitewashed walls, black crows are flying, the frost is so sad, and the wind enters the clothes.
But a bronze stove added its light to the flower candles, the pipa played green water, and then the Queen Chu.
Once it started playing, there was no other sound: a spell was cast at the party and the stars became thin.
It's only three hundred miles from here. In Huaishang, official business is waiting for him, so I said goodbye and went back to the road, under the Yinshan Mountain.
Jin Su's guzheng makes a beautiful sound, and the beauty of guzheng sits in front of the jade house.
Trying to please Zhou Lang as much as possible, you see she deliberately dialed the wrong string.
4. Poetry related to music; Poetry related to flowers; Poetry related to reading; Music of the Four Seasons: Your seven strings are like the sound of the cold wind in the pine forest. Liu Changqing (Tang) who plays the piano
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. Listening to Xiao Bai on the Yellow Crane Tower with Shi Langzhong (Tang)
Play jathyapple on 25 strings, but you can't get rid of resentment. The Return of Wild Goose by Qian Qi (Tang)
Playing the flute is crisp in autumn and clear in the wind and moon. Du Fu (Tang Dynasty) played the flute.
Flowers: When you passed my window, did plum blossom bloom its cold flowers for the first time? . Wang Wei's (Tang) Miscellaneous Poems
The flowers near the building hurt customers' hearts, because I can see from this height that sadness is everywhere. Deng Lou Du Fu (Tang)
Cold and shallow light around the cloister at night. Yuan Zhen in Five Miscellanies (Ⅱ)
Fauchelevent is not light, but it still blows flowers as red notes. "You He Er Jue Sentence" Yang Wanli (Song)
Reading: the poor are rich because of books, and the rich are expensive because of books. Wang Anshi (Song)
Ask where the canal is so clear, because there is running water at the source. Thoughts on Reading Zhu Song's Books
What you get on paper is so shallow that you never know what you have to do. Lu You (Song Dynasty) reads books in winter nights and shows them to children.
Spring: Excuse me, when is this time? The spring breeze is whispering. Li Bai (Tang), drunk in spring.
When the spring rain breaks, people can't cross the bridge, but the boat supports Liu Yin. Swim Xu Fu in Spring Lake.
The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door. Liu (Tang) in "Spring Complaint"
The cold candle is smokeless and the green wax is withered, and the heart is still tired and afraid of cold and spring. The unexpected banana Qian Lao (Tang)
Summer: I don't know if spring will go even if it rains, but it will be sunny before summer is deep. Xi Qing Fan Chengda (Song)
Green trees, deep shadows, long summer, the reflection of the tower in the pond. Summer in the mountain pavilion
Red and purple have become dust one after another, and the cuckoo sounds new in summer. Lu You (Song)' s quatrains in early summer
Warm wind gives birth to wheat on sunny days, and green grass wins flowers. Early summer is a thing, Yang Wanli (Song)
Qiu: I saw a lone goose crossing the Milky Way. I heard thousands of washing hammers on the night stone. Chang Jian (Tang) "Appreciating Autumn Night"
Books in the distance return to dreams, and only empty beds are Su Qiu's enemies. Li Shangxian (Tang) in Final Residence
Autumn rain is coming, and the night is long, and dreams are hard to become desolate. One of Zhu (Song)' s two sad poems.
Qingxi crosses Bishantou, and the empty mountains are fresh in autumn. Zhu's Autumn Moon (Song)
Winter: the wind blows snowflakes like flowers, and the moon shines like a mirror. "Winter Night is Things" Lu Wen (Tang)
The wine in the cold stove is half gone, and the guests feel homesick and dreamy. "Winter Night" Wei Zhuang (Tang)
Build a pile of snow with pear blossoms, who will lean on the railing next year. Drinking on a Winter Night Du Mu (Tang)
5. Poetry and Music Notes Appreciate Pipa Music Notes Appreciate Xing (preface). Here, our group analyzes the development stage of music by looking for sentences describing music in poetry.
... 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 brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them, first "Nishang" and then "Six Yao". First of all, it is amazing to write a pipa girl and gently pluck the strings for audition. "Before she plays, we can feel her feelings", which shows the superb skills of the pipa girl. Then, through a series of descriptions of Pipa girl's movements and songs, it not only shows her exquisite piano playing skills, but also shows her intention to express her inner feelings through songs.
The first paragraph: the big string hums like rain, and the small string whispers like a secret. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Use "noisy" and "earnest" to simulate the sound, and use "torrential rain" and "whispering" to express it, which makes the description of music more vivid. But this is not enough to express the tune at this moment, so there are descriptions of whispering and torrential rain, and the hearing and vision coexist like pearls of all sizes pouring into a plate of jade, which is dazzling and dizzying, fully showing the eager and happy mood at the beginning of music.
The second paragraph: the flower bottom of Guan Yingying's speech is very slippery, so it is difficult for you to swallow the spring water and flow down the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. The sound of "under the stage" is light and smooth, which is like "flower bottom". The beauty of visual image strengthens the beauty of auditory image. The sound of "choking" is sad and choked, which is like "flowing under the ice" The coldness of visual image intensifies the coldness of auditory image. From "coldness" to "silence" is a process of "voice pause". The poet described the artistic realm of lingering sound with the quatrains of "Don't be sad and hate life, silence is better than sound", which is amazing. At this time, the music is full of sadness and hatred, which makes people think that the music is over.
The third paragraph: a silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of armored horses and weapons, conflicts and blows. Silence contains infinite power and cannot be suppressed. Finally, like a silver bottle bursting out of water, it came into being, and the iron horse with a knife and gun roared, and the music ushered in a vigorous climax.
Finale: Before she put down the pick, she ended with a blow, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk. The music reached its climax, but it came to an abrupt end. Although a song is over, its soul-stirring and soul-stirring musical charm has not disappeared.
The moonlight in the heart of the river is full of aftertaste: the author uses the side of the last sentence to set off endless musical charm.
Techniques used in music description: metaphor and double voice.
By reading poems, we feel that music is sometimes sad, sometimes soothing, sometimes refreshing and sometimes shocking.
6. Poetry about April 1 day. April Song in the countryside: The mountains and plains in Weng Juan are all green, and the rain is like smoke in the rules.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. The fields on the hillside are lush with vegetation, and the water color in the rice fields reflects the skylight.
The sky is misty and rainy, cuckoos are crying, and the earth is thriving. April has arrived, and no one is idle. Just after sericulture, it is necessary to transplant rice seedlings again.
Second, the female crown child April 17th Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhaung April 17th, that was today last year, when I left you. Hold back your tears, pretend to keep your face down and frown shyly.
I've been heartbroken since we broke up last time. Now I can only meet you in my dream. My love, except the moon in the sky, who knows?
Today is April 17. Last year, it was time to leave you. Hold back your tears and pretend to lower your face, frowning shyly.
I was heartbroken after leaving, and now I can only meet you in my dream. Who knows my lovesickness except the moon on the horizon? Pre-Qin period in March and April: Wei Xia was anonymous in April and appointed in June.
Ancestors are not family, how can they be patient with me? Autumn wind blows blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow. The trouble is so deep that when can we go home? The cold in winter is very strong, and the wind is tearing at the skin.
No one is unhappy, but I am very sad. A good tree, bloom, emerged from the mountains and Wei, with both chestnuts and plums. I don't know whose fault it is to wreak havoc and destruction. Look at the spring water in the mountains, and a little clarity will come.
But I encounter evil every day. Who can be a blessed person? The Yangtze River and the Han River are choppy, dominating the southern rivers. Work is very tiring, but no one says I am good. Man is not as good as an eagle, flapping his wings and flying high.
People don't dive into the abyss to escape like ordinary carp and sturgeon. Pteridium aquilinum has a long mountain, and Qi 332-334 has a long depression.
I was singing and talking with sadness. April is a good season for early summer, and hot summer will come in June.
I hate that my ancestors are not kind people, so how can I bear to suffer? This late autumn wind is chilly, and the flowers and trees have withered or withered. I have suffered so much, and I am deeply worried. Where can I live before I can have peace? Winter is so cold and heartless, whistling and blowing this violent cold wind.
Everyone in the world is doing well. Why am I the only one who has suffered this misfortune? There are precious flowers on the mountain, including chestnut and plum blossom. Now the fallen branches and leaves have withered, and I don't know whose fault it is.
Look at the gurgling mountain spring, sometimes it is crystal clear and sometimes it becomes turbid. I am lonely and suffer from this kind of disaster every day. Who knows when I can get good results? The surging Yangtze River and Hanshui River tightly surround the beautiful South China.
I try my best to do my job well. Why can't politicians be nice to me? I'm not a vulture or a stork. I can't fly into the sky like them. I am neither a herring nor a tuna, so I can't escape from the abyss like them.
Ferns and Osmunda japonica grow on high mountains, while Lycium barbarum and Melia azedarach grow on low-lying wetlands. I don't know why I wrote this poem in my own place to vent my bitterness and pity.
Fourth, peach blossoms in Dalin Temple in Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's world was full of flowers in April, and peach blossoms in Shanxi began to bloom. I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.
In April, all the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temple in the mountains have just bloomed. I often regret that spring has gone nowhere to look, but I don't know that it has come here.
5. Early summer of Song Dynasty: Sima Guang was sunny and rainy in April, and Nanshan became a clear household. There are no catkins in the wind, only sunflowers open to the sun.
In early summer and April, the weather was sunny and warm, and it cleared up just after a day of rain. After the rain, the mountains are greener and more pleasant, and the Nanshan opposite the door is clearer. There are no catkins fluttering in the wind, only sunflowers blooming towards the sun.
7. Poems related to music Listen to Lu playing the piano on a moonlit night.
Tang _ _ Li Bai
Sit on the bright moon at idle nights, and you play the piano.
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.
Nice piano
Tang _ _ Bai Juyi
Nature is good, and the dust machine smells empty.
When you hear it, everything leaves your heart.
Qingchang can cure diseases, soothe the nerves and nourish the mind.
You should listen to Sanle to comfort Pulsatilla.
Zhang plays the piano.
Tang _ _ Changjian
You go to the grass and Xifeng plays the piano.
Is it only in the mountains that you can get rid of your troubles?
When Chao returned from the mountain pass, he came out of the ridge and heard the sound of silence.
Understand the clouds, see the heart of heaven and earth.
Under Xuanhe, Wan Li is in a clear sky, and pine trees dance.
Change course, buckle (and) business voice, listen to the dragons.
I feel a little crazy and gradually know the depth of the fairy.
Will be refined into a golden tripod and vote for me forever.
Listen to the piano
Tang _ _ Liu Changqing
On the seventh silk, the cold wind in the pines.
Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today.
Jiangnan Nong Zhao se Cai qu
Southern and Northern Dynasties _ _ Shen Yue
Han Danqi made a literary play.
String threading and quick adjustment of shear flow marks.
The crane rises with white clouds.
White clouds are rising, and the aroma is fragrant.
Coming out of the compound, the song is not over yet.
Songs, beautiful melodies, memorable.