In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in 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. (important)
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. (important)
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. (important)
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.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. (important)
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song. (important)
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. (important)
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ! (important)
My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..
But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet. (important)