Xiao, phonetic form. Congqi, Congsu, Su also sounds. The original meaning of "Su" is "thousands of needles and holes", which is translated as "densely covered with holes". The combination of "艹" and "苏" means "a plant whose leaves are densely covered with small pits on the front and densely covered with velvet on the back." Original meaning: a herbaceous plant with leaves that look like embroidery on both sides. Specifically refers to: mugwort. Description: The front of the embroidery work is dense needle holes and silk threads, and the back is fluffy silk threads. Xiao is mugwort, also known as mugwort.
The weather is cold and the nights are long, the weather is desolate, the wild geese are in flight, and the vegetation is yellowing. ——Jin Tao Qian's "Self-Sacrifice Essay"
The mosquitoes return to the rich grass, and the dead leaves scatter in the Xiaolin. ——Liu Ling of Jin Dynasty, "Beimang Guest House"
The wind is rustling and the water is cold. ——"Warring States Policy·Yan Policy"
Xiao Xiaobanma Ming. ——"Send Off a Friend" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The endless falling trees rustle and the endless Yangtze River rolls by. ——"Climbing High" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The carriages rattled and the horses rustled. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Army Chariots"
White clouds and rain fly over the Nanshan Mountain, and the blue sky is falling and the spring scenery is leisurely. ——"The Romance of the Gods"
The immortals descended to the moor and retreated into the cave. ——Gu Kuang of the Tang Dynasty, "Mountain Residence"
Xiao has a shaped sound. The word Cong Zhu Cong Su, Su also sounds. The original meaning of "Su" is "thousands of needles and thousands of holes", which is translated as "the sharp sound of the wind howling all over the sky". The combination of "Zhu" and "Su" means "a bamboo wind instrument that simulates the sharp whistling of the wind." Original meaning: a bamboo instrument that simulates the sound of wind.
Xiao
Ding Wei of the Song Dynasty
Zhuang Lai knows the laws of nature, and Yu Shao sees the emperor's heart.
The light and clear willow music, the harmonious phoenix sound.
The wingspan is densely woven, and the middle is hollow and deeply carved with jade.
The Wu family has nothing to do with its abdomen, and the immortal lovers are eager to pursue it.
Xiao
Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty
The clear sound is far away and I am stunned, Qin Tower is deep in thought at night. The people in the blue sky have gone, and the phoenix in the sea is hard to find.
Yao Miao and Yun Jue sink slightly into the water. Ninety percent of the meaning will be achieved, and the sound will be heard in the high pavilion.
Visiting Shanxi Village
Lu You of the Song Dynasty
The Mo Dao farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors.
The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way out, and there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers.
Xiao Gu followed Chunshe near, and his clothes were simple and old-fashioned.
From now on, if I am allowed to take advantage of the moonlight, I will knock on the door all the time and night with my stick. "
Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai
Qing Gong Zizhen
The young man played fencing and played the flute, and his sword spirit and flute heart disappeared.
Who divides it? After returning to the desolate state, thousands of sorrows and joys gathered in the present dynasty.
Songs and songs of Fang Huang at court meetings in suburban temples
Anonymous in the Song Dynasty
Zhuo Bijia altar, laying jade square. Ze.
Hundreds of flutes, the eight tones are pure and clear.
The lake is soft and clear.
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Playing the flute at Jipu, seeing off my husband at dusk
Looking back at the lake, the mountains are green and the clouds are white.
The moon in Qinlou (see Zhongzhou Yuefu) )
Yuan Zhao Bingwen
The sound of the flute cuts off the rain in Yishan. The people are gone, and the singing and dancing in Weiting Pavilion are extremely painful. The setting sun brings back memories of eternity.
Stay in Wuyi Palace at night.
The old crane sings in the cave. The plum blossoms in the cage are swaying in the shadow of the moon.
The bamboo curtain is white and the pavilion is cold, and the purple flute is played in the cold moon.
The sound of the flute in the mountain moon is clear and quiet, and no one can see the people in the pavilion. .
I want to soar in the clouds and point to the 12th floor of the Three Mountains with a smile.
Zhang Gongxiang of the Song Dynasty
The mandarin duck with green tiles. The power is about to fly, and the forbidden gate is deep and quiet.
The jade flute is blowing all over the new genealogy, and I sit and watch the orioles changing their branches.
I have already visited the lake with Shen Yuqing, You Yanzhi, Wang Shunbo and Lin Jingsi
Song Yang Wanli
This year there are few people on the mountain road, and the wine shop is quiet and elegant. .
Zheng'er sits there and worries about the loneliness of spring. During the day, the flutes and drums of the boats suddenly sound like thunder.
Forbidden Garden
Yan Shu of the Song Dynasty
The wind returns to the jade and the sound of the flute is far away, and the sun sets among the shadows of the beautiful trees.
It will take time to spread all over the world, and then the beauty of spring will come to the world.
Shang has given a banquet to Qionglin and the princes of the two mansions to swim in the water and rest in the Xixuan
Song Yanshu
The sound of flutes and drums is boiling in the swallowing clouds, and the towers near the water are boiling. Lots of reflections.
The chanting winds around the music column with endless thoughts, and the wind and the sun are full of mist.
The First Secretary of the Yue Seng Suo Fu Erjue·Songfeng Pavilion
Xue Cui of the Song Dynasty
Where the shengxiao rises in the air, and the setting sun moves the dragon all over the mountain.
The old monk was speechless and leaned on the railing for a long time, passing thousands of white clouds.
Flute Song Dynasty Ding Wei cut the green 糳 in Hengyang, and cut the frost kettle in Mengze.
The wonderful system is not Qiu Zhong, who knows the sound and appreciates the harmony.
The poems are written by nostalgia, and the songs are mostly emotional.
On the side of the Qingxi River in the third lane, there is nothing romantic about it.
Listen to the flute in Luocheng on a spring night
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Whose jade flute is flying quietly,
The spring breeze fills Luocheng .
In this nocturne, I hear broken willows,
Who can't help but feel the love of the ancient garden
Flute
Tang Zhang Qiao
The rain and smoke cut off the autumn, and the falling plum blossoms and willows are melancholy.
I am here to take a look at it for the time being. I will hear about Longtou tomorrow.
Flute
Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty
A man from Ziqing played a pipe in the moon hall. The geese are rising, the snow is rising, the clouds are falling, the dragon is singing in the smoke, and the water is empty.
The dust is deep in the Han land, and the Qiang thoughts are cut off by the wind. Try to play Yangchun song, the peaches in the West Garden are already red.
Lindi
Zhang Mingzhong of the Song Dynasty
Biyun and clouds are inseparable, and the glass is dyed blue in one day.
I choke my neighbor's flute with hatred, while he pursues his own pleasure and I am ashamed of myself.
Wen Flute
Wu Xichou of the Song Dynasty
The universe is sinking, and the wind and dew are clear.
The city is approaching and the watch is turning for the first time, and the moon is shining brightly in the sky.
It's very cold when I hold the qiu, and I'm frightened when I look at the strong sword.
Whose house is the flute handed to so far away? This one-night stand is desolate.
Wen Flute
Shi Mining, Song Dynasty
Unloading sails and selling wine in Dihua Village, the water, sky and light are indistinguishable.
The frosty moon is desolate, and the flute blows through the cave and thunders the clouds.
Wen Flute
Shao Tang of the Song Dynasty
The coir raincoat comes from the old hill, and the broken bridge and flowing water protect the deep seclusion.
The bamboo flute blows down the moon at dusk, and poetry and plum blossoms are as sad as each other.
Wearing the Flute
Dong Sigao of the Song Dynasty
The flute played sadly to split the cold clouds, and the guests could not help but wake up and sit down to listen.
The sound passes away and the waves continue, and the bright moon blows Lao Xu back to his army.
Hearing the Flute
Chao Gongsu of the Song Dynasty
Lying in Xiwu at sunset, I suddenly heard the sound of the flute.
The sky is clear, the crane is chirping, and the river is clear, the dragon is chirping.
The wind is blowing in the valley, but the mountain is high and the moon has not yet risen.
Who can drink and drink together forever?
Hearing the Flute
Zhao Gu, Tang Dynasty
Who plays the flute in the painting building, the intermittent sound follows the intermittent wind.
The clear and cold moon reaches the curtain.
In Xinglai, there was Huanzi in the third lane, and he wrote a poem about Huaima Rong.
At the end of the song, I don’t know if anyone is there, but the lingering sound is still floating in the air.