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Reciting poems, lyrics and music of Gao Archeology

Meng

Meng’s Chichi embraces cloth and silk. Bandits come to trade silk, and when they come, they come to plot against me. Send the son to Sheqi, and go to Dunqiu. The bandit is my fault, and I am an unscrupulous matchmaker. The general will not be angry, and autumn will come.

Ride on that wall to hope that the pass will be restored. Not seeing the return pass, I burst into tears. Seeing the return pass, I laughed and talked. Erbu Erzhen, the body has no blame words. Come with your car and move with my bribe.

The mulberry leaves have not yet fallen, and their leaves are lush. The doves are crying, and there are no mulberries to eat! As a lamenting girl, I have no time to spend time with scholars! It can still be said that scholars are delayed. A woman's procrastination cannot be explained.

The mulberry trees have fallen, and they have turned yellow and fallen. Self-imposed, poor at the age of three. The water in Qishui is flowing, and the curtains and clothes are gradually falling. Women are also unhappy, and scholars behave differently. Scholars are also extremely ignorant, but only have two or three virtues.

Being a wife at the age of three, she has to work hard at home; Once the words are fulfilled, they become violent. My brother didn't know, so he laughed. Think about it quietly and bow to mourn.

As we grow old together, old age makes me resentful. Qi has a bank, and Xi has a bank. At the general banquet, Yan Yan talked and laughed. Be true to your word and never think about the opposite. On the contrary, if you don’t think about it, that’s enough!

Li Sao (excerpt) Qu Yuan

I took a long breath to cover my tears, lamenting the hardships of the people's livelihood. Although I am good at cultivating my hair, I will keep it in check, but I will be replaced in the morning and in the evening.

Not only did he replace Yu Yihui, but he also applied for Yu Yihui. I have a good heart, and even though I died nine times, I never regretted it.

The spirit of resentment is so powerful that it never pays attention to the hearts of the people. All the girls were jealous of me and spread rumors that I was good at lewdness.

The craftsmanship of sticking to the current customs is clever, and the mistakes can be corrected by following the rules. I carry the ink on my back to chase the song, and I compete with the Zhou Dynasty to save it;

The depressed city is full of shackles, and I am alone and impoverished at this time. I would rather die and go into exile, but I can't bear to be like this.

The fact that birds of prey do not flock together has been established since the past life. How can Fang Yuan be able to Zhou Xi? Husbands and wives who live in different ways and live in peace?

Bend your heart and suppress your will, be patient and resist criticism. Fu Qingbai is straight forward to death, and he is strong in the past and the saints.

I regret that I didn’t notice the truth, and I will turn against you if I wait too long. Returning to my car to resume the road, I am not far behind when I am lost.

The remaining horses were riding in Langao, galloping across Jiaoqiu and barely stopping. If you can't get in, you'll have to leave. If you retreat, you will restore my original service.

Made lotus flowers to make clothes, and gathered hibiscus to make clothes. I didn't know that he was already here, but I still love him and believe in him.

The taller crown is precarious, the taller crown is Lu Li. Fragrance and beauty are mixed together, but the quality of Zhao is not lost.

Suddenly I looked back and looked at the four deserts. Wear colorful and complicated decorations, and be fragrant and beautiful.

Everyone enjoys his or her own life, but I only take it as a matter of course that I am good at cultivation. Even though I have understood you, I have not changed. How can I be punished?

Far Altair

Far Altair is a Han woman in the Jiaojiao River. The slender hands are used to make tricks. I can't make up my mind all day long, and my tears are like rain. The river is clear and shallow. How far has it gone? There is a room full of water, and the pulse is speechless.

Dan Ge Xing Cao Cao

Singing to wine, what is life like! It is like morning dew, it will be more bitter in the days to come. Generosity should be shown as generosity, and worries will be unforgettable. How can I relieve my worries? Only Du Kang.

The green child's lapel; the carefree heart of my heart. But for your sake, I still ponder it. Yo yo, the deer roars, eating apples in the wild. I have guests who play the harp and sheng.

It is as bright as the moon, when can you shake it off? Worry comes from it and cannot be cut off. Traveling across the country, we are in vain; we talk about banquets, and we miss our old kindness.

The moon and stars are few and far between, and magpies are flying south. Three twists and turns around the tree, where is the branch to lean on? The mountains never get too high and the sea never gets too deep. The Duke of Zhou vomits food, and the world returns to its heart.

Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields Tao Yuanming

The young man has no customary charm, and his nature loves hills and mountains. I accidentally fell into the dust net and passed away for thirty years.

The tame birds miss the old forest, and the fish in the pond miss their old abyss. Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the garden. The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses. The elms and willows shade the back eaves, and the peach and plum trees in front of the hall. The distant village is warm, and the smoke in the ruins is still there. Dogs bark in the deep alleys, cocks crow in the mulberry trees.

The courtyard is clean of dust and clutter, and the empty room has plenty of leisure. After being in a cage for a long time, he can return to nature.

Mountain Dwelling in Autumn Darkness Wang Wei

After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks.

The bamboo noise returns to Huannu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.

The Road to Shu is Difficult, Li Bai

How dangerous it is to play the game! The Road to Shu is difficult, as difficult as climbing to the sky! There are thickets of silkworms and yufu, how confused the founding of the country is! You have forty thousand people! Eight thousand years old, he is not in the vicinity of Qin Sai. There is a bird path in Taibai, Xidang, which can cross the top of Emei. The earth collapsed and the mountains destroyed the strong men to death, and then the ladders and stone stacks were connected to each other. There is a high mark of six dragons returning to the sun on the top, and a rushing wave and turning back to Sichuan below. The yellow crane cannot fly past, and the ape clings to it to overcome its sorrow. There are piles of green mud, and there are nine twists and turns in a hundred steps, lingering on the rocks.

Mon went to the Lijing Well and raised his head and breathed. He sat with his hands on his back and sighed.

I wonder when you will return to the westward journey? I am afraid that the journey will be steep and the rocks will be inaccessible. But I saw mourning birds calling old trees, and male and female flying around the forest. I also heard Zigui crying about the moon at night and worrying about the empty mountains. The difficulty of the road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the blue sky, which makes people listen to this withered beauty! Even if the peaks are removed, the sky is not full of feet, and withered pines hang upside down against the cliffs. The turbulent waterfalls are noisy, and the cliffs turn to rocks and thousands of valleys are thundered. The danger is also like this. Those who have traveled a long way have come here for nothing!

The sword pavilion is so majestic and Cui Wei that one man can guard the pass and ten thousand men cannot open it. Those who were guarding or robbing relatives turned into wolves and jackals. Avoid tigers in the morning and snakes at night; grind your teeth and suck blood, killing people like numbness. Although Jincheng is happy, it is better to return home early.

The road to Shu is difficult, it is difficult to climb to the blue sky, I turn to the west and look long and sigh!

The sleepwalking Tianlao chants to leave Li Bai's farewell

Haike talks about Yingzhou, the smoke and waves are dim and it is hard to find a letter; People are talking about Tianmu, and the clouds are bright and dim or can be seen. Tianmu reaches the sky and stretches across the sky, pulling out the five mountains to cover Chicheng. The rooftop is 48,000 feet long, and it is tilted toward the southeast.

I want to dream of Wuyue, and fly across the Jinghu Lake in the moonlight overnight. The moon on the lake shines on my shadow and sends me to Yanxi River. Xie Gong's residence is still there today. The green water is rippling and the apes are crying. Wearing Xie Gong's clogs, we are climbing the Qingyun Ladder. Half of the wall can see the sea and the sun, and the sky can smell the chickens. Thousands of rocks have many twists and turns, and the path is uncertain. The lost flowers leaning against the rocks are suddenly dim. Bears roar and dragons sing in Yinyan Spring, and chestnut trees in deep forests are astonishing at the top of the mountain. The clouds are green as if it is raining, and the water is sluggish with smoke. There was a thunderbolt when the columns were missing, and the hills collapsed. The stone door of the cave opens suddenly. The vast blue sky has no bottom, and the sun and moon shine on the gold and silver platform. Ni is the clothes, the wind is the horse, and the kings of clouds come and go one after another. Tigers, drums and harps come and Luan returns to the carriage, and immortals come and line up like hemp. Suddenly my soul palpitates and my soul moves, I suddenly start and sigh. But when I sleep on my pillow, I lose the ever-present haze.

The same is true for pleasure in the world. Since ancient times, everything has flowed eastwards. When will you return after leaving? Let's put the white deer among the green cliffs and ride to visit famous mountains as soon as possible. An Neng's ability to bend his eyebrows and bend his waist to serve the powerful makes me unhappy!

I will enter the wine Li Bai

If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return. Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening. If you are proud of life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon. It is my nature that my talents will be useful, and I will come back after all my money has been spent. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, is about to drink wine, but don’t stop drinking. A song with you, please listen to me: bells, drums, food and jade are not expensive, I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time. In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names. In the old days, King Chen had a banquet and a lot of fun and banquets. What does the master mean if he has less money? It is up to you to sell it. The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you.

The military chariots are passing by Du Fu

The chariots are rattling, the horses are rustling, and the pedestrians have bows and arrows at their waists. Ye Niang and his wife walked off to see each other off, but Xianyang Bridge was nowhere to be seen. He held his clothes, stamped his feet, and blocked the road to cry, and his cry went up to the sky.

People passing by the road asked the pedestrians, but the pedestrians were confused. Or from Fangfang River in the north of Fifteenth, to Yingtian in Xiyingtian of Fortyth. When I left, my head was still wrapped up, but when I came back, my hair was white and still guarding the border. As the blood bleeds into sea water, Emperor Wu is still filled with thoughts. Don’t you know that in the two hundred states of Han Dynasty in Shandong, Jingqi grows in thousands of villages? Even if there is a healthy woman with a hoe and a plow, there will be no crops in the long acres. Kuangfu Qin soldiers fought hard and were driven away by dogs and chickens.

Although the elders have questions, do the servants dare to express their hatred? And it is this winter, and the soldiers in Guanxi have not yet stopped. The county magistrate is in a hurry to ask for rent. Where will the rent and taxes come from? I believe that it is evil to have a boy, but it is good to have a girl. If you give birth to a girl, you still have to marry your neighbor, but if you give birth to a boy, you will have to marry her neighbor. Don't you see, Qinghai Head, the ancient bones have no one to collect, new ghosts are annoying and old ghosts cry, the sky is cloudy, rainy and wet, and chirps.

Du Fu, Prime Minister of Shu

Where can I find the ancestral hall of the Prime Minister? There is a lot of people outside Jinguan City. The green grass reflects the spring color on the steps, and the oriole sounds good in the sky through the leaves.

Three visits to trouble the world, two dynasties to open the hearts of old ministers. He died before leaving the army, which made the hero burst into tears.

Guest arrives at Du Fu

There is spring water in the south and north of the house, but I can see a flock of gulls coming day by day. The flower path has never been swept by visitors, and now the gate is opened for you.

Panxiang City has far less flavor, and the bottle and wine shops are poor and only have old fermented grains. He is willing to drink with his neighbor, calling across the fence to finish the rest of the cup.

Climbing high by Du Fu

The wind is strong, the apes high in the sky are howling in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in Zhugistan. The endless falling trees rustled, and the endless Yangtze River rolled in.

Wanli has always been a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been sick for a hundred years alone on the stage. Difficulty and bitterness hate the frost on the temples, and the wine glass is stained by the new stop.

Climbing the Yueyang Tower by Du Fu

In the past I heard about the water in Dongting, now I am going up to the Yueyang Tower. To the southeast of Wu and Chu, the universe floats day and night.

There are no relatives and friends, and there are no old and sick people. The soldiers and horses pass through the north of the mountain, and Pingxuan Tisi flows.

Stone City Liu Yuxi

My motherland is surrounded by mountains, and the city is lonely in the empty city. In the old days on the east side of the Huai River, the moon came over the female wall late at night.

Pipa Tour by Bai Juyi

The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustle in autumn. The master dismounted and was on board the boat. He wanted to drink wine, but there was no orchestra. It's too late to be drunk and happy to say goodbye. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon. Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return home.

Looking for the sound, I secretly asked who was playing the pipa. The sound of the pipa stopped and I was too late to speak. Move the boat closer to invite us to meet each other, add wine, turn back the lights, and resume the banquet. After calling for thousands of times, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face. There are three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft, and there is emotion before the tune is formed. The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, seeming to complain of a life of failure. The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one's heart. Lightly gathered together, slowly twisted and wiped, then picked again, first "Neon Shang" and later "Liu Yao". The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The bullets are noisy and mixed, and big and small beads fall on the jade plate. The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flowers, and it is difficult to go under the ice of the Youyan Spring. The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass the sound for a while. Don't worry and hate yourself. Silence is better than sound at this time. The silver bottle bursts and water slurries burst out; the cavalry protrudes with swords and guns. At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk. The east boat and the west boat were silent, only the white autumn moon could be seen in the middle of the river.

While chanting and plucking the strings, I straightened my clothes and gathered my features. She said that she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the tomb of shrimp. At the age of 13, he learned the pipa successfully and became the first member of the teaching group. Qu Ba once taught good people how to dress well, and Qiu Niang was always jealous of her makeup. The young people in Wuling are struggling with their heads, and there are countless red silk songs. The silver grate on the tin head was broken into pieces, and the bloody skirt was stained by wine. This year's laughter will bring back the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily.

My younger brother left to join the army and my aunt died, so I went to see you in the morning. There are few horses and pommels in front of the house, and the boss is married to a businessman. Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea. We go to and from the mouth of the river to guard empty boats, and when we go around the boats, the moon shines brightly on the river, and the water is cold. Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears.

I sighed when I heard the pipa playing, and I groaned again when I heard the words. We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before? I resigned from the imperial capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick. There is no music in Xunyang, a remote place, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round. I live in a low-humidity place near Yijiang River, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around my house. What did you hear during the day and night? The cuckoo cries and the blood ape mourns. On a spring river with flowers facing the autumn moonlight, I often drink wine alone while drinking. Are there no folk songs and village flutes? It's hard to listen to the vomiting and muttering. Tonight, hearing your pipa music makes my ears suddenly bright as if listening to fairy music. Mo Cigeng sat down to play a piece of music and translated it into a pipa line for you.

I feel like I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply. It's so sad that it's not like the forward sound, and everyone in the house weeps when they hear it again. Who cried the most in the audience? Sima Jiangzhou’s green shirt was wet.

Li Ping's Konghou Yin Li He

Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed and the clouds are not flowing. Jiang E cries about the sadness of the bamboo girl. Li Ping played the Chinese harp. Kunshan's broken jade phoenix screams, hibiscus weeps and dew fragrant orchid smiles. Cold light melted in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads moved the purple emperor. Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and make the autumn rain startle. I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance. Wu Zhi sleepless and leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits with bare feet.

Passing through Huaqing Palace Du Mu

Looking back at Chang'an, there are piles of embroidery, and thousands of doors are opening one after another on the top of the mountain. Riding on the red dust concubine smiled, no one knew it was lychee.

Bodhisattva Man Wen Tingyun

The hills overlap and the golden light disappears, and the clouds on the temples want to reach the fragrant snow on the cheeks. Too lazy to draw eyebrows, too late to put on makeup and wash up.

Looking at flowers in the front and rear mirrors, the flowers reflect each other. Newly embroidered Luo Ru, both golden partridges.

Poppy Li Yu

When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come? How much do you know about the past? There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the motherland could not bear to look back in the bright moon. The carved lanterns and jade masonry should still be there, but the beauty has changed. I ask you how much sorrow you can have, it is just like a river of spring water flowing eastward

Yulinling Liu Yong

The cicadas are sad, it is late in the pavilion, and the showers have begun to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the tent of the capital, and the place of nostalgia is urged by the orchid boat. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked. Thoughts go away, thousands of hours of mist, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.

Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more unworthy of being left out in the Qingqing Festival! Where did you wake up tonight? The dawn wind and the waning moon on the willow bank. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who should I tell them to?

The fragrance of cinnamon branches, nostalgia for the past in Jinling, Wang Anshi

When I came to see him off, it was the late autumn of my motherland, and the weather was beginning to be calm. Thousands of miles of clear river looks like a train, and the green peaks are like clusters. The expedition sails to the setting sun, with the west wind at our back and the wine flag standing slantingly. The clouds on the colorful boat are light, the herons are rising on the stars and rivers, and it is difficult to draw a picture.

Thinking about the past, competing in luxury. Sighing at the top of the building outside the door, sadness and hatred continue. Through the ages, we have been relying on our superiority, and we have long lamented the honor and disgrace. The old events of the Six Dynasties flow with the flowing water, but the cold smoke fades and the grass turns green. To this day, Shang Nu still sings the remaining song "Back Court".

Nian Nujiao, Chibi Nostalgia, Su Shi

As the river goes eastward, the waves are gone, and there are romantic figures throughout the ages. On the west side of the fortress, the humane road is Chibi, the Lang of the Zhou Dynasty of the Three Kingdoms. Rocks pierced through the sky, stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up. The country is picturesque, and there are so many heroes at one time.

I think back to Gong Jin’s time, when Xiao Qiao got married for the first time and looked majestic and handsome. Feather fans and silk scarves, while talking and laughing, the rafts and oars disappeared into ashes. My motherland wanders in my mind, I should laugh at my passion, and I will be born early. The world is like a dream, a bottle returns the moonlight over the river.

Magpie Bridge Immortal Qin Guan

The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver and Han are far away in darkness. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world.

Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can’t bear to look at the magpie bridge on my way back. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?

Slow voice Li Qingzhao

Looking and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold. Three glasses of wine and two glasses of light wine are enough to prevent him from coming late and the wind is rushing? No matter what, I am sad, but we are old acquaintances.

The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, and they are haggard and damaged. Who is worthy of picking them now? Watching the window and living alone in darkness? The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and at dusk, it rains bit by bit. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"?

Shu Anger Lu You

In his early years, he knew that the world was difficult, and the Central Plains looked to the north like a mountain. The building boat is crossing Guazhou in the snowy night. The iron horse is blown away by the autumn wind. The Great Wall is empty and I promise that my hair is already faded in the mirror. If you are a master and you are truly famous in the world, who can compare with you in a thousand years!

Yong Yule, Nostalgia for the Past in Guting, North of Jingkou, Xin Qiji

Throughout the ages, heroes have never found Sun Zhongmou. On the dance pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the rain. The setting sun, the grass and trees, the ordinary alleys, where the slaves of humanity once lived. I think back then, when we were strong and strong, we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger.

Yuanjia hastily sealed the wolf in Xu, and won the hasty visit to the north. Forty-three years later, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road. But looking back, under the Buddha and Li Temple, there is a sacred crow drum! Who can ask: Lian Po is old, can he still make a living?

Yangzhou Man Jiang Kui

The famous capital of Huaizuo, a good place in Zhuxi, Xie An Shao was stationed on his way back. Ten miles after the spring breeze, all the shepherds and wheat are green. Since Hu Ma peeked into the river, the trees in the pond were abandoned, and the soldiers were still tired of talking about it.

It's getting dusk, the clear corners are blowing cold, and everyone is in the empty city.

Du Lang’s handsome reward is now so serious that I am shocked. Despite Cardamom's lyrical skills, Dream of a Brothel is good, but it is difficult to describe it with deep emotion. Twenty-four bridges are still there, and the waves are still in the cold moon. Read the red medicine beside the bridge, and you will know who you are born for every year!

Farewell to Wang Shifu in Changting Pavilion

[Main Palace] [Upright] The sky is blue, the ground is yellow, and the west wind is strong. Northern geese fly south. Who will be drunk in the forest at dawn? Always left in tears.