Goose Goose, Xiang Tiange. White feathers, floating in green water; The red soles of the feet stir the clear water.
Once, Bole was knowledgeable, unlike Longxing, and dared not do it.
I'm not surprised that the salt truck is still thin if Kim Chui-ko hasn't been booed.
It is difficult to satisfy Ji Wang's bosom friend addiction, so I want to buy a name for Zhao Yan.
In the morning and evening, I will fly to Yin Huang to eat soap, and I will sing in the blue sky.
Meng Huxing
A lone goose doesn't want to drink water, refuses to eat, just flies low and longs for its companion. Whoever pities a shadow loses a million clouds.
Looking at the horizon, I seem to see the figure of my companion; The voice in the valley seems to hear the voice of the companion. Wild birds don't understand the lonely goose's heart, but make noise for their own voice.
wood thrush
The cries of thousands of birds echo their own hearts, and thousands of purple flowers on the mountain are on the height of trees.
Only then did I understand that listening to the cry of the thrush locked in a golden cage is far less than singing leisurely in the forest.
If you are thirsty, don't drink spring water. If you are hot, you will become evil.
Does the evil wood have no branches? How painstaking people are.
The whole journey was saved by car, and the staff stayed away.
Hungry to eat the tiger's den, cold-blooded wild sparrow forest.
It's cloudy because it's not built.
The clouds are worshipping the shore and the songs are singing with the wind.
Quiet words are at the bottom of the valley, whistling all over the mountains.
Sharp strings have no timid sounds, and bright knots are difficult to sound.
Life is not easy, why not open this cloud?
As soon as possible, I am Geng Jiehuai, ashamed of ancient and modern times.
Lonely goose
2. Hymns. This song should only exist in the sky. How many times can you hear it on earth?
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
I heard voices in several places in the air, and I wanted to fly around Yunfei.
Singing to the throat of the bamboo branch, the cold ape and the bird crowed for a while.
A river full of children, see how hard she tries to hold back her tears.
Every word of singing red plums, willow branches and peach leaves are hidden deep.
Poetry describing singing
1, the song continues. The feelings of the chorus suddenly rose and were greatly exaggerated. Sun Nan's penetrating voice is like tears. Blood is thicker than water, and feelings are as heavy as mountains. The true blood of the Chinese nation is slowly flowing on the ruins of the earthquake-
2. That song floated from the other side of the river, like a breeze blowing through my heart; That song floated from the countryside and rippled in the night sky of the city, which was particularly extraordinary; That song floated from my memory, played back in my life, embellished my life and ignited my hope.
3. Music has a metallic texture, which connects the clang of swords into a strange musical snowfield. That is the beauty of strength, the voice of the strong, the love of children, and the spirit of heroes. Music collides with the listener's heart, with strong * * * sound and interaction, just like a flying butterfly dancing in the snowfield, with intoxicating music, it melts into the same snow scene. ...
4. There is a silvery clarity in the voice of female soldiers, and at the same time it seems to contain a kind of sadness of "sand, sand". Just like piccolo and saxophone played alternately in a woodwind band, it was always at arm's length with the voices of more than 50 people, and reached perfect harmony with the surrounding moonlight and the mood of officers and men at that time. At the same time, like dew, it pours on the newly planted stems in Nahana, adding three points of vitality to the vegetable ridge that has just been given life. These are not enough. Listening attentively, I seem to hear a contradiction in the song, including encouragement, sadness, nostalgia, regret and fantasy.
3. Sing a hymn 1: However, when I open my eyes, I can see the trouble on your forehead all night. Part III Mourning
2. In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke. -Don Bai Juyi
3: a pot of wine from the flowers, drinking alone. No one is with me.
4. "The fifteenth night of the first month" (Tang) Su Dao micro-fire tree silver flowers, star bridge iron locks, lights trees and thousands of lights. As soon as the moon comes. Prostitutes are ruined, and songs are ruined. The capital has been abolished, so don't worry about the timing of leaking jade. Don't let the only midnight snack pass by in a hurry this year.
5. Autumn wind in Ming Sheng, buying wine and flying snow in winter. Wang Wei: "Four Qi Poems"
6. Wang Zaijin's "Wangjiangtai": The sky is vast and thunderous, and qiantang bore falls from the sky.
7: Clouds want clothes, flowers want capacity, and spring breeze blows the threshold.
8. Wet wings of hope for a long time.
9. It's easier to see when you're away. The water is gone in spring. It's heaven and earth-Li Yu.
10: There are still 3,000 residual red trees, which are not as good as the first flowers.
1 1: Remnant clouds gather summer heat, and the new rain belt autumn haze describes a poem, which sings beautifully.
12: Sunview leans to the northeast, and two stones sandwich two cliffs. The sea fell before my eyes and the sky was blue. Thousands of peaks compete, and thousands of valleys are unique.
13: the stars lean down from the open space, and the bright moon goes up the river.
14: A glass of hard liquor won't last long, and sorrow and hatred are incurable.
15: If you don't climb the mountain, you don't know the height of the sky. Don't face the deep stream, I don't know the thickness of the ground. xunzi
Song and dance exultation, Children's Day; The sun is shining and thousands of new flowers are pleasant.
16: from the monarch, the mirror is dark, and there is no cure. Miss you like running water.
Because there is no famous battle in history that sent all the soldiers back.
19: Asahi residual warbler sings with my concubine, and when the curtain is lifted, the grass grows and the warbler flies. The east wind enters the courtyard and thousands of willows go west. -Liu, "Generation of Spring Hatred"
20: In the bright moonlight, wild geese are soaring, and the chief of the Tatars is fleeing in the dark. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.
2 1: Every year, I go to Yaoxuan on Tanabata. Who knew there were tears in autumn? -Don? Cui tu? Qixi Festival；Chinese Valentine's Day
22: the dangerous road turns tens of thousands, and there are three breaks in a few miles. See disciple Lin Shanyin in the circle. Dripping rain, flowing stones. The silence in the deep stream, the roar on the mountain.
23: Looking at the mountains and rivers on September 9, I look forward to the accumulation of wind and smoke. On September 9, Xuanwu Mountain tourist attractions.
24. jathyapple's dream, ten miles of tenderness in the spring breeze, depicts a beautiful poem of singing.
25: The melting capacity is colorful and full of fragrance.
26. The fields are still welcoming guests (Tang Huangfuran's "Zhang Luan, Town East Village, Liulian Liuba")
27: Xiao He just showed his sharp horns, and the dragonfly had already stood on his head.
28: don't go to Sanjiang, chase after six counties.
29: A thousand words can be explained in spring, and a hundred birds sing first. Every household should be aware of it. Why should we listen to crows when establishing rules and regulations? -Wang Wei's Listening to Kuzu
30: The physical properties are always different. Who is greedy and thin? Chrysanthemum white wind cream
4. Hymns. This song should only exist in the sky. How many times can you hear it on earth?
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
I heard voices in several places in the air, and I wanted to fly around Yunfei.
Singing to the throat of the bamboo branch, the cold ape and the bird crowed for a while.
A river full of children, see how hard she tries to hold back her tears.
Every word of singing red plums, willow branches and peach leaves are hidden deep.
Poetry describing singing
1, the song continues. The feelings of the chorus suddenly rose and were greatly exaggerated. Sun Nan's penetrating voice is like tears. Blood is thicker than water, and feelings are as heavy as mountains. The true blood of the Chinese nation is slowly flowing on the ruins of the earthquake-
2. That song floated from the other side of the river, like a breeze blowing through my heart; That song floated from the countryside and rippled in the night sky of the city, which was particularly extraordinary; That song floated from my memory, played back in my life, embellished my life and ignited my hope.
3. Music has a metallic texture, which connects the clang of swords into a strange musical snowfield. That is the beauty of strength, the voice of the strong, the love of children, and the spirit of heroes. Music collides with the listener's heart, with strong * * * sound and interaction, just like a flying butterfly dancing in the snowfield, with intoxicating music, it melts into the same snow scene. ...
4. There is a silvery clarity in the voice of female soldiers, and at the same time it seems to contain a kind of sadness of "sand, sand". Just like piccolo and saxophone played alternately in a woodwind band, it was always at arm's length with the voices of more than 50 people, and reached perfect harmony with the surrounding moonlight and the mood of officers and men at that time. At the same time, like dew, it pours on the newly planted stems in Nahana, adding three points of vitality to the vegetable ridge that has just been given life. These are not enough. Listening attentively, I seem to hear a contradiction in the song, including encouragement, sadness, nostalgia, regret and fantasy.
5. An ancient poem about singing "Listening to Lu on a moonlit night"
Lipper
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.
Soup-style "Listening to Zheng"
When the wine first wakes up, the first day of the month is bright, and the jade piano is tuned in the small building.
It means that the dial is light and clear, and the melody is peaceful.
Just like a songbird singing at the bottom of a flower and wailing outside a lonely cloud.
Dropping golden rain, breaking the jade pot ice.
Listen, it's full of heartbreak! 、
Zheng Baijuyi
Clouds are green, flowers are beautiful and red. Eyes cut autumn waters, fingers peel onions.
Chu Yan is the gate valve and Qin Sheng is a female worker. Bright silver, pillars touching jade, exquisite.
Apes cry for the moon, and warblers speak bZ wind. Move sorrow to the bottom of your hand and hate to the string.
Zhao Seqing is similar, but Hu Qin is different. Bounce back slowly to break the geese and fly the canopy quickly.
Frost was forced to return to the Committee and the ice spring was restored. The beads are broken, and the knife is cut to the end.
Rely on Li's spirit and be able to blend in. When you are resting, your feelings are constant, so don't think endlessly.
Under the juvenile night light, respect the former Chinese Pulsatilla. Look, I deserve it. I am not too deaf.
Flowers for Qing
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?
Li ping's quotations
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.
"Listening to Ying Shi Playing the Piano" Han Yu
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.
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.
It's not unusual for a master to be good at kung fu. Don't fill my chest with ice and fire.
Li He is listening to the clever teacher playing the piano.
Biepuyun belongs to osmanthus beads, and there is a double phoenix language in Shu string.
The hibiscus leaves fell and left in autumn, and the King of Yue began to visit Tianmu Mountain at night.
The dark minister knocks on the water jade, and the moth crossing the sea attracts the white deer.
Who will see the sword take the long bridge, who will see Chun Zhu immersed in the topic.
Monk Zhu stood in front of us, and the truth in the Vatican Palace stood in awe.
Guqin Pagoda is eight feet long, and the old tree in Fuyang is not a tung grandson.
The scent of strings in the pavilion surprised the patients, and the medicine bag bid farewell to the dragon beard for the time being.
Please sing a song and ask your singer to sing a song. What's the advantage of being a courtesy officer and humbling yourself?
Li Bai listened to the monk king of Shu playing the piano.
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.
The sound of the bell rang, and it turned into a frosty bell. My heart was quiet, as if it had been washed with water.
Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky.
Zheng Nv plays the songs of Zheng and Gu Kuang.
At the age of eight, Zheng Can played the guzheng, and the spring breeze blew the sound in the sky.
Yong Men's tears, red carp's two tears, white ape's three tears.
When Zheng's daughter went out to attend her husband's marriage, she lost her leisure time.
High-rise buildings don't hide their voices, so they are ashamed to kill Huang Yinger.
Liu Changqing, after listening to the flute song, went to Zheng Xie Law.
The old traveler pitied me in Changsha, carrying wine and sand to bid farewell to the relocated guests.
Where there is plenty of grass in the sea, who can play the flute on the river?
The flute can make lonely people worry, and the waves are as light as water.
The sound of business is bright and the sound of feathers is bitter, and the river is silent.
Listening to the sound of Guanshan, the moonlight in Sanxiang is sad.
Blowing willow trees stirs up all the sounds, and thousands of miles of spring scenery hurts people's hearts.
Where does it drift with the wind? Only the winding lake is deep.
After Farming left you, he turned white immediately.
6. Ask for a good poem to sing. This song should only be in the sky. How many times can you hear it on earth?
Birds wander for it, and strong men cry.
The reverberation lasted for three days.
The elegy of mourning is very sonorous.
Confucius heard less music and didn't know the taste of meat in March.
The night is heavy and the sky is still young, and Yun Lan dances; With the loud sound of the Jade Emperor, the moon is full and the Lishan Palace leaks long.
Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are not flowing.
Jiang Yue wept for it, and Li played for China.
Kunshan jade broken Fengming, lotus tears dew fragrant orchid smile.
Cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.
Nu Wa tried to make up the sky by refining stones, which made the autumn rain fly.
Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance in the waves.
Wu sleeps in osmanthus trees, flying barefoot and slanting wet rabbits.
Xiao, Zheng, flute and chisel are mixed with each other, and the percussion bombs are blown one by one.
In the middle sequence, the bamboo poles crack in autumn and break the ice in spring.
The sound is complicated to twelve sides. Jumping pearls shake jade. Xiang Luan dances and closes his wings, and the crane song ends in a long sound.
I haven't heard this song since 1989 fell into the world.
If you didn't see me, my song said: and broke the tune of rainbow skirt and feather coat; I stopped watching and said, Qu Aini hasn't finished filming yet.
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 Ying's words are slippery, but you can't flow under the ice of throat spring.
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.
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.
7. Poems praising literature and art.. About Qin
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
-Wang Wei's bamboo house
Lingling autumn and spring rhyme, save the dragon and phoenix pool. Oil, oil and spring clouds can be done in one cup.
Gin has existed since ancient times, and few people get this taste. I should only have health and knowledge, and I know three things.
-Bai Juyi's On Gin.
Lonely tong secret empty voice, simple and true. As if the string refers to the outside, I saw the early ancients.
Far away from the snow, when it comes to Jiangshan Spring. Who can tell the difference between economy and trade before the end of the high banquet?
-Wang Changling's "Qin"
Emei Shanxi, a monk of Shu, with a blue silk lute box. 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.
-Li Bai's Listening to Qin Rui, a Monk of Shu.
Ten fingers give birth to autumn water and play the sunset several times. I don't know how many people were heartbroken by this song.
The mind creates nothingness, and the strings ring between the nails. Come to the palace at night, the moon is full of empty mountains.
Make a five-beat sound and play with your fingers. Birds sing, flowers wither, and songs beat the spring breeze.
-Bai Yuchan "Untitled"
Five tones, six laws and thirteen emblems, dragons sing. A bullet in water, a bullet in a month, the hidden wind makes the branches loose.
-Lu Tong's Piano in the Wind
Second, it rains at home during the chess season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.
It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.
8. Describe the poem "Send Flowers to Qing".
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?
Listen to Lu playing the piano on a moonlit night
Lipper
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.
Soup-style "Listening to Zheng"
At the beginning of the wine, at the beginning of the month, the small building tuned the jade piano.
It means that the dial is light and clear, and the melody is peaceful.
Just like a songbird singing at the bottom of a flower and wailing outside a lonely cloud.
Dropping golden rain, breaking the jade pot ice.
Listen, it's full of heartbreak! 、
Bai Juyi's Zheng
Clouds are green, flowers are beautiful and red. Eyes cut autumn waters, fingers peel onions.
Chu Yan is the gate valve and Qin Sheng is a female worker. Bright silver, pillars touching jade, exquisite.
Apes cry for the moon, and warblers speak bZ wind. Move sorrow to the bottom of your hand and hate to the string.
Zhao Seqing is similar, but Hu Qin is different. Bounce back slowly to break the geese and fly the canopy quickly.
Frost was forced to return to the Committee and the ice spring was restored. The beads are broken, and the knife is cut to the end.
Rely on Li's spirit and be able to blend in. When you are resting, your feelings are constant, so don't think endlessly.
Under the juvenile night light, respect the former Chinese Pulsatilla. Look, I deserve it. I am not too deaf.
Li ping's quotations
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.
"Listening to Ying Shi Playing the Piano" Han Yu
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.
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.
It's not unusual for a master to be good at kung fu. Don't fill my chest with ice and fire.
Li He is listening to the clever teacher playing the piano.
Biepuyun belongs to osmanthus beads, and there is a double phoenix language in Shu string.
The hibiscus leaves fell and left in autumn, and the King of Yue began to visit Tianmu Mountain at night.
The dark minister knocks on the water jade, and the moth crossing the sea attracts the white deer.
Who will see the sword take the long bridge, who will see Chun Zhu immersed in the topic.
Monk Zhu stood in front of us, and the truth in the Vatican Palace stood in awe.
Guqin Pagoda is eight feet long, and the old tree in Fuyang is not a tung grandson.
The scent of strings in the pavilion surprised the patients, and the medicine bag bid farewell to the dragon beard for the time being.
Please sing a song and ask your singer to sing a song. What's the advantage of being a courtesy officer and humbling yourself?
Li Bai listened to the monk king of Shu playing the piano.
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.
The sound of the bell rang, and it turned into a frosty bell. My heart was quiet, as if it had been washed with water.
Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky.
Zheng Nv plays the songs of Zheng and Gu Kuang.
At the age of eight, Zheng Can played the guzheng, and the spring breeze blew the sound in the sky.
Yong Men's tears, red carp's two tears, white ape's three tears.
When Zheng's daughter went out to attend her husband's marriage, she lost her leisure time.
High-rise buildings don't hide their voices, so they are ashamed to kill Huang Yinger.
Liu Changqing, after listening to the flute song, went to Zheng Xie Law.
The old traveler pitied me in Changsha, carrying wine and sand to bid farewell to the relocated guests.
Where there is plenty of grass in the sea, who can play the flute on the river?
The flute can make lonely people worry, and the waves are as light as water.
The business statement is bitter, the river is silent and the river is in autumn.
Listening to the sound of Guanshan, the moonlight in Sanxiang is sad.
Blowing willow trees stirs up all the sounds, and thousands of miles of spring scenery hurts people's hearts.
Where does it drift with the wind? Only the winding lake is deep.
After Farming left you, he turned white immediately.