Early cicada Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty-on the seventh day of June, cicadas in the river began to sing. Heather was deep in the leaves, and dusk sounded two or three times.
Pipa was parallel to Tang BaiJuyi-the large strings hummed like rain, the small strings whispered like a secret hummed, whispered-and then were intermingled, like a pouring of large and small pearls into a plate of jade. The flowers of Guan Ying were slippery, but it was difficult to flow under the ice in the throat spring. The ice spring was cold and astringent. And out leapt armored horses and weapons that clashed and smote, and, before she laid her pick down, she ended with one stroke, and all four strings made one sound, as of rending silk.
The cock crows in Tang Chentao-the cock crows in the forest at dawn, and the frog's palace is startled with one sound. The pillow dream is broken with two sounds, and the pedestrian's smoke is red with three sounds.
The cock crows in Cui Daorong, a dark night in the mountains, and he wants to crow in the near dawn.
He is endowed with a cold spell of Tang Geng. Who skillfully makes heartbroken sounds?
On a spring night, the flute in Los Angeles is made by Li Bai, whose Yu Di flies silently, and the spring breeze fills Los Angeles.
When I smell the flute in Tang Rong Yu, I miss it at night, and the flute is even more sad.
When I play the piano at night, I feel Bai Juyi, whose wood is solid, and the sound of Chu silk is clear. I play it slowly and slowly, and it sounds more than ten times late at night. Turn over the sound of oak leaves.
Tang Huangfu Ran, a sorrowful ape in Ying Road, was endowed with a deep chirp among trees, and entered the lonely city.
Wu Xia listened to the ape Tang Wuhanghao, an ape from Bajiang, howling in the passenger boat. The lonely pillow broke the broken dream, and three sounds followed the breeze.
There was a voice describing: The small strings whispered like a secret, hummed, whispered-and then were intermingled, and like a pouring of large and small pearls into a plate of jade. The flowers of Guan Ying are slippery, but it's difficult for the swallow spring to flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings are frozen, and the condensate will never stop. into a depth of sorrow and concealment of lament, told even more in silence than they had told in sound, a silver vase abruptly broke with a gush of water, and out leapt armored horses and weapons that clashed and smote, and, before she laid her pick down, she ended with one stroke, the four strings are like a crack.
The cock crows Tang Chentao-the cock crows in the forest, and the frog palace is shocked with one sound. The second sound breaks the pillow dream. There are three sounds of pedestrian smoke and sea red.
Chicken Tang Cui Daorong-dark wind and rainy night in the deep mountain, I want to crow near the dawn.
I am endowed with a cold whistle-whoever made it, it will sing early, and it will be heard all over the grass.
Playing the flute, Tang Du Fu-playing the flute, autumn mountain and romantic moon. The flute sounds more mournful.
At night, Bai Juyi-Shu Tongmu is solid, and Chu Si has a clear rhyme. Play slowly, and it sounds more than ten times in the middle of the night.
In the wind, Qin Tang Lu Tong-13 emblems with five tones and six laws, Long Yinhe rings and thinks about Xi Xi.
Listen to Qin Tang Meng Jiao-whispering the rain and turning over the rubber leaves. Ring into the passenger boat. Lonely pillow breaks the broken dream, and three sounds follow the breeze.
Wei Yingwu, at chuzhou on the western stream
Alone, there is a grass stream, and there are orioles singing in the trees. The spring tide comes late with rain, and there is no boat crossing the wild.