If you want to pass the lyre high-profile, the frost wind will break. Bone glue is hard to cook and hurts. I cry with my back to the west window.
The cold machine wants to weave acacia, but it doesn't make you feel better. Yan Yong bowed his head in shame and looked up at the cows and girls across the river.
2. "Shi Taiwei, the magistrate, calmly embraced the seven-stringed banyan tree, returned to the bucket to burn bamboo shoots and carve bamboo." Song suddenly went to Maozhai, breaking through ten thousand points of moss. But I was afraid that the singing bell would be noisy and quiet, so I came with the porch and recited the guqin.
3, "Yin Pianshi's empty palm is flat, and Wuer once had seven strings. Everyone knows the timbre in the piano, and the unique thing is the appreciation of timbre.
4. "Dancing Crane" was not won in Song Dynasty, but died in Qingxiyin. Suddenly I heard Yao Qin playing, so I danced Yushan Cen.
I couldn't believe it after the dance. 5, "Stay at Qingyuan Temple Night Talk" Wen Song is fragrant and drizzling, and Wan Li is lonely at night.
Sitting on the lyre alone worries about the world, and your kindness is afraid of being strong. 6, "Huzhou Song" 98 No.37 "Wang Songliang Yuan Imperial Palace Press Seven Laws at Night", I don't know if the princess has gone out of her mind.
Eighteen beats, infinite hatred, plucking the strings to play the sound of Guangling. 7, "Yong Zhu Wengong" Song Jiuli cold Wei closed six yin, one romantic with seven laws.
The people on the Drum Tower Rock are like jade, saying that they want to watch it carefully with Yu Lang.
2. What are the poems about "Seven Laws" and "Seven Laws"?
1, "heptachlor complaint"
Song zhangyuniang
A cold toad blows waves, his shirt is wet, and he stays awake for a long time.
If you want to pass the lyre high-profile, the frost wind will break.
Bone glue is hard to cook and hurts. I cry with my back to the west window.
The cold machine wants to weave acacia, but it doesn't make you feel better.
Yan Yong bowed his head in shame and looked up at the cows and girls across the river.
2, "the magistrate Shi Taiwei, calmly holding the lyre, banyan and cinnamon beans to burn bamboo shoots for food and carve bamboo."
Song Ye Wei
Fenju people suddenly went to Maozhai and broke the moss of the stream.
But I was afraid that the singing bell would be noisy and quiet, so I came with the porch and recited the guqin.
3. Tang Qin
Song yeyin
Shi Ping is as empty as a palm, where I once ruled the Seven Heroes.
Everyone knows the timbre in the piano, and the unique thing is the appreciation of timbre.
4. Dancing the Crane
Song Ceng Gong
Peng Ying hasn't come back yet, and his wings are sunny and cloudy.
Suddenly I heard Yao Qin playing, so I danced Yushan Cen.
I couldn't believe it after the dance.
5. Sleeping in Qingyuan Temple
Tian Xiang, Wen Song
The wind blows and the rain blows, and Wanli House is lonely at night.
Sitting on the lyre alone worries about the world, and your kindness is afraid of being strong.
6. Thirty-seven of 98 Huzhou Songs
Wang Song Liangyuan
Imperial secretary pressed the lyre in the clear night, but she didn't know that Princess Ming was delirious.
Eighteen beats, infinite hatred, plucking the strings to play the sound of Guangling.
7. The Book of History Zhu Wengong.
Song Chen Pu
Nine miles of cold force closes six yin, and one river is accompanied by a lyre.
The people on the Drum Tower Rock are like jade, saying that they want to watch it carefully with Yu Lang.
3. What are Bai Juyi's poems about guqin?
Play some piano music and sit leisurely but affectionately.
Why wave? Feng Xian talks to himself.
Poems suitable for engraving on guqin are:
1, Su Shi's "Qin Poetry" "If there is a piano sound on the piano, why not put it in the box?" If the sound is on your fingers, why not listen to it on your fingers? "
2, "Bamboo House" Author: Wang Wei "Relying on dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming songs"
3, Bai Juyi's "Walking in the Spring" "Slight rain sprinkles the garden, and the new sunny day is easy to find. Wash the pool surface in low wind, and tear down the flower heart in oblique day. Orchids are cloudy and spring water is dark. It's easier than pottery, and you have to have a harp. "
4, Chang Jian "Jiang Shang Musical Instrument Store" "Jiang Shang Qin Yu, a string of Ming, a heart. The seven strings of Lingling are all over the ground, and the wood is full of melancholy clouds. It can make the river white and make the river deep. I only know the branches of the phoenix tree, which can be decorated with gold. "
5. Wang Wei's bamboo house, I leaned alone in the dense bamboo forest, playing the pipa and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. "
6, Li Zhi's "Acacia resentment" "Humanism is deep, not half acacia. The sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless. Take the piano to the high building, and the building will be full of empty moonlight. Play acacia, and the string will break for a while. "
7, Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God" "Spotted bamboo branches, spotted bamboo branches, tears send a little bit of acacia. Chuck wants to listen to the lyre, and it's midnight in Xiaoxiang. "
8. I set foot in women and am a piano friend. -"Poem Nan Zhou Guanluo"
9, a good wife, such as drums and harps. -"Poetry Xiaoya Long Beach"
10, the moonlight is all white, and the piano sounds late at night; On the seven cold strings, the cold wind in the pine forest The old tune of self-love has gone unnoticed; It's hard for you to vote for this song. "This is an elegy by Liu Changqing, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
4. Qinshi: Liu Changqing's seven strings are cold, and the wind is loose and cold.
Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today. Two Qin Ge, Phoenix in Sima Xiangru, Phoenix, Phoenix, returned to their hometown and traveled around the world in search of their emperor.
I didn't know what to do when I didn't meet Xi. Why don't I go to Sishang today? There are beautiful women in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisoning my intestines. Why do you want to be a mandarin duck, and it is soaring! Emperor Xi Xi lives with me. He must be a princess forever.
Who knows in the middle of the night? My wings fly high and my thoughts make me sad. Listening to Liu Zun-shi playing the piano, Cao Ye once listened to cicadas singing alone in the clear sea and spring scenery at night.
Different from the quiet fasting hall, the autumn sound is often played in seven strings. Listening to the childish words of playing the piano and Han, I feel wronged like you.
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 have two ears, so I don't have to listen to diaosi. 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 Bai, a monk in Shu, listened to you play the piano and went down to Emei Mountain in the west with a violin case.
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. Our host, Qin Ge Rich, provided rich wine to mellow the night and invited his Yangzhou guests to play the pipa for us.
Facing the moon with whitewashed walls, black crows are flying, the frost is so sad, and the wind enters the clothes. But a bronze stove added its light to the flower candles, the pipa played green water, and then the Queen Chu.
Once it started playing, there was no other sound: a spell was cast at the party and the stars became thin. It's only three hundred miles from here. In Huaishang, official business is waiting for him, so I said goodbye and went back to the road, under the Yinshan Mountain.
Liu Changqing, your seven strings are like the sound of playing the piano in the pines and the cold wind. Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today.
As the sun sets, I bid farewell to violinist Mao Min in front of Mount Cisse in Wang Yuanliang, and it began to rain outside Beiguan Gate. Southerners shed tears and northerners laughed, and I bowed my head and worshipped cuckoo.
Four chapters of piano music Cao Xueqin's wind is rustling and autumn is deep, and beauty is thousands of miles away. Where do you see your hometown? Leaning against the railing, tears dyed my chest red.
The mountains are far away and the water is long, and the moonlight shines on the porch window. I'm sleepy, the galaxy is dim, my shirt is timid and the air is cold.
Children's affairs are not free, and his affairs are more troublesome. My son and I are congenial, thinking about the past and not doing it to others.
Life is like light dust, and heaven and earth have a sense of regret. I feel sorry for you, how can I go to heaven and go to earth! Qingping Music Qin Qinxia Title Wall Nalanxing Deling Ling Who is a bosom friend? Just like a dream, it is difficult to write a song with sadness. People in the clouds call the red scarf and green sleeves the west wind falling wild geese, and don't teach heroes to cry. Zhu Wangwei leans alone in the dense bamboo, I am playing the piano, and I am humming.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. Send the sword and Fu Yan's sister-in-law Xin Qiji to Mo Xie. Try and look at the lamp carefully.
Hangkongzhai, as a piano partner, doesn't have to chop Loulan. On the night of spring, I bid farewell to my friend Chen Ziang's silver candle, spit out smoke, and gave a banquet to treat Yi with a golden jar.
Farewell hall in the hall to recall the friendship of friends, bypass the mountain behind the water, a long journey. The bright moon is high in the treetops, and the long river is still unknown.
To Luoyang, when will this meeting be held? Acacia complains that Ye Li's humanity is deeper than the sea and not worth half.
The sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless. Take the piano to the high building, and the building will be full of empty moonlight.
Playing acacia, the string broke for a while. Liu Yuxi, the great god of Xiaoxiang, sent acacia with tears from bamboos.
Chuck wants to listen to the lyre, moonlit in Xiaoxiang. Meng Haoran spent the night at the foot of Zen master Ye, waiting for my good friend Ding, and the sun set and the ravine was everywhere.
The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear. There is almost no firewood in the mountains, and the birds have just returned to their resting place.
Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road. In summer, the mountain light in the west suddenly goes out, and the moon rises slowly in the lake in the east.
I let go of my hair to enjoy the coolness at night, opened the window and lay down peacefully. The wind brought me the fragrance of lotus, and the bamboo dew dripped.
I will pick up my lute and play, without a bosom friend. So I think of you, old friend. I'm finally dreaming.
Si Kongtu's Twenty-four Poems is straightforward and thoughtful. Suddenly meeting a stranger is like seeing Tao's heart.
The song of Qingjian, the pine and the green shade, a guest with firewood and a guest listening to the piano. Wherever love goes, it's wonderful, not asking for it, just asking for it to fall from the sky, so cold and nice.
5. The poem "Yan Guqin" describing Guqin
Year: Song Author: Ai Xingfu
The bow and sword of Cangwu are covered with dust, and a piece of withered tung is still handed down from generation to generation.
A string bounces into the blue cold, and Cai Feng should dance with the beast.
Needless to say, it is true or false, but it has an ancient meaning to leave a name.
The south wind is unfair to the people. I want to hold the canal and summon spirits.
Ordinary people and ancient qin dynasty.
Year: Song Author: Mei
Monofilaments are strings, and nine tricks are treasures.
The wind is blowing, listen to the current.
Happy people wave their sleeves and dance, and sad people want to cry without tears.
If it is mobile, it can be done accurately.
Yu Shun today, south xunsi endlessly.
Guqinsong
Year: Song Author: Shao Yong
Books and chess have been used for a long time, and poverty has been hidden for a long time.
Jade carving is the emblem, and gold is the emblem.
Canon is more about hospitality than knowledge.
In recent days, slaves are evil, so it is necessary to prevent cooking cranes.
Guqin poetry
Year: Song Author:
Good workers pick tung and strive for green pipa.
Once you play with the wind, you will play with your heart again.
Gentlemen don't go for the time being, and luxury is forbidden.
Zheng Sheng was confused by later generations, and this road was lost.
Silk rat lurks, gold powder invades.
It's too late to abandon idle windows.
Andrew played the piano and heard the old voice again.
Guqinqu
Year: Song Author: Zhou Wenpu
The mountain man sleeve comes with the guqin, and its shape is clumsy and ugly.
The last two words are also incomplete, because the cloud was ten years ago.
Ten years ago, I stayed in a wild shop. There were no cigarettes in the wild shop.
Just ask for 100 yuan to buy a wet-paid simmering spring.
The old man took out a piece of wood covered with knife marks, chisel marks and axe marks.
The scholar sighed three times, but never again after learning the piano.
This is Chengdu NVC, which clearly shows the word "wipe the thunder".
Holding the tune of returning to repair, others will not smell it.
You can regret it at first, and then you can drum Guangling as revenge.
Going back to the ancient biography of Cao Cao, how pitiful it is for the dragon to enter my ship.
See the guqin in the abandoned house in the mountains
Year: Ming Author:
What is left of the abandoned house? It hides dust all year round.
The strings ring and the valley is cold.
I think about my fingers with interest. My whole body is always giving.
Turn to the laity and sink Ren Shanchun.
6. What poems describe guqin? Bai Juyi and Si Tong are combined into one piano, in which there are ancient sounds.
The ancient sound is tasteless, and it is not called human feelings today. The jade emblem loses its luster, and cinnabar is born in the soil.
It has been abandoned for a long time, and the sound is still lingering. I don't want to play for you, but the player won't listen.
Why is this happening? Qiangdi and Qin Zheng. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = "The Night of Helping the Piano on the Ship", Bai Juyi's bird lives on the fish, jathyapple takes Jiang Shen as an example.
There is nothing outside but the piano on the boat. Seven strings are good friends and two ears are bosom friends.
Quiet voice and light language, no ancient and modern. = = = = = = = = = = Li Bai listens to Lu playing the piano on a moonlit night, sitting in the bright moon sky, and you play the pipa.
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. = = = = = = = = = = = = Meng Haoran's "Listening to Zheng Wuyuan Playing the Piano" introduces Ruan Ji drinking, and the breeze sits in the bamboo forest.
Semi-hanging sleeves, wiping the dragon lip piano. Put a song in a cup and you won't feel the sunset.
I am interested in mountains and rivers, and the smell is harmonious. = = = = = = = = = = = = = Zhang Hu's "Listening to Mr. Xu Playing the Piano in Yuezhou" is a guqin, and a philosopher sees a saint's heart.
After all, the south wind seems to be a relic, and nine suspected apes and birds are singing all over the mountain. = = = = = = = = = = = = = Wang Changling's "Qin" is dense and ethereal, 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? = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Liu Changqing's Piano, Your Seven Strings is like the sound of the cold wind in the pine forest.
Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Jia Dao's "Listening to Leshan People Playing Yi Shui", Zhu Sixian was in a hurry, and Yan Xi would play it during the day.
Yuan Guishan has been dug, and the sound is still rushing to the crown. I'm not hitting anyone! All smiles are friends, but it's hard to find a bosom friend.
7. What are the echoes of poems that express beautiful piano sounds?
We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.
We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
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.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
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.
She brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them, first "Nishang" and then "Six Yao".
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.
Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.
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.
The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
Hope to adopt!
8. Ancient poems are about Qin ~ ~ stepping in the spring, Bai Juyi is easy to sprinkle the garden with light rain, and the new sunny days are easy to find.
Wash the pool surface in low wind, and tear down the flower heart in oblique day. Orchids are cloudy and spring water is dark.
It's better to save trouble and have a stringed piano. Pool window Bai Juyi pool night lotus fragrant Xie, window autumn bamboo profound meaning.
No partner, only a piano. When the piano is waiting for a new sunny night in Bai Juyi Bamboo Garden, the window has not yet been laid down.
* * * Qin is a wife, and there is an autumn period with the moon. Emerald jade stays in the wind for a long time, and Jinbo comes out of the fog late.
I am the only one who knows how to wait for the clear scenery in a quiet voice. It's more interesting for me to listen to ancient music in Lanbai Juyi, Qin is Lan.
If you want to be calm and sound like Hong Zhong, you can't play as well as listening to people. The night is cool, the white house is easy to show, and the wind is cool. The old man wears clothes first.
Where to throw the waist sleeves? Only one stringed instrument is available. Bai Juyi, who is full, eats and lies on the pillow, and it is easy to sleep and sing.
Have a glass of wine and play the piano slowly. It can not only be affectionate, but also be proud of time.
Who knows that fame and fortune are exhausted and there is no peace. Bai Juyi in the East Courtyard, a bamboo room under the Panasonic Pavilion, and a rope bed with warm eaves on sunny days.
There are three volumes of Jing Ming Ju Shi Jing, and a piano by Mr. Rong Qi. When you are old, you are tired of orange vinegar. When you are sick, your lungs are thirsty for tea.
Sometimes I get drunk without company. Bai Xutang Bai Juyi Bai Xu Tang Qianya stepped back and nothing went to the center.
When moving the bed, you will lie on the roof of the sun, and you will lie beside the piano. Qin Xing on the river, Yu Qin Yang on the river, a clear string, one heart.
The seven strings of Lingling are all over the ground, and the wood is full of melancholy clouds. It can make the river white and make the river deep.
I only know that the branches of buttonwood trees can be decorated with gold. Wang Anshi, solitary, naturally dense and solitary, hundreds of meters high.
Ling Xiao is indomitable, humble and polite. Old roots are strong, and the sun is more cloudy.
Think about it tomorrow. I want to play the banjo. Wang Wei in Zhuliguan leans alone in the dense bamboo, and I am playing the pipa and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. Send the sword and Fu Yan's sister-in-law Xin Qiji to Mo Xie, and take a closer look at the lamp.
Hangkongzhai, as a piano partner, doesn't have to chop Loulan. On the night of spring, I bid farewell to my friend Chen Ziang's silver candle, spit out smoke, and gave a banquet to treat Yi with a golden jar.
Farewell hall in the hall to recall the friendship of friends, bypass the mountain behind the water, a long journey. The bright moon is high in the treetops, and the long river is still unknown.
To Luoyang, when will this meeting be held? Acacia complains that Ye Li's humanity is deeper than the sea and not worth half.
The sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless. Take the piano to the high building, and the building will be full of empty moonlight.
Playing acacia, the string broke for a while. Liu Yuxi, the great god of Xiaoxiang, sent acacia with tears from bamboos.
Chuck wants to listen to the lyre, moonlit in Xiaoxiang. Meng Haoran spent the night at the foot of Zen master Ye, waiting for my good friend Ding, and the sun set and the ravine was everywhere.
The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear. There is almost no firewood in the mountains, and the birds have just returned to their resting place.
Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road. Zhang and Wang Wei, the deputy governors, replied, "Every year, we just want to be safe.
I think that there is no brilliant strategy to serve the country, only to retire to the mountains and forests. Wide wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining on the right to play the piano.
To know the truth about the poor, please listen to the fishing songs in the deep water. Qingping Music Wei Zhuang wild flowers and fragrant grass, lonely Guanshan Road.
The willow spits golden thread and sings early, and the melancholy fragrance lady is black and old. Ribbon feeling empathy, Zhu Lan alone thought deeply.
I dreamed that half a bed was leaning against the moon, and the wind in the small window touched the piano. How much love for flowers hurts the spring, and the dark flowers are bright, which hinders the balance of hair.
Peach leaves go up the mountain in the blue sky, and white flowers are full of skirts. It is the day when I whisper long sentences, the curtain lights are faint and my heart sends Huqin language.
Counting the rain and the wind, the hazy and pale moon clouds come and go. The idle window of Li Qingzhao small courtyard in Huanxisha is deep in spring, the heavy curtain is not heavy, and the seven laws lean against the building without words.
The distant mountains urge dusk, and the breeze blows the rain and hits the shadow lightly. Pear blossoms are hard to thank. Xiangzi sushi, dust-free at night, moonlight like silver.
When you pour the wine, you must be full of ten points. This is both fame and fortune, but it is a waste of people and money.
A pony in a sigh, a fire in a stone, and a dream. Although you hold an article, who will kiss you?
And Tao Tao, happy innocence. When will you go home? Be an idle person.
Yes, a glass of Qin Long, a pot of wine and a wisp of cloud. There are two poems about Li He, Changqing, Huaimaoling and green grass hanging down a stone well.
Looking at Zhuo Wenjun while playing the pipa, I saw the spring breeze blowing her hair. Alas, compared with Emperor Wu of Han Dynasty, Liang Xiaowang is like a broken stem.
Only one volume of documents remained after his death, but Emperor Wu climbed to the top of Mount Tai at the closing ceremony. Di Zi Song Lihe Dongting Di Zi thousands of miles, cool wind geese crow water.
Nine calamus died on the stone, and Xiang Shen played the piano to welcome them. The old laurel on the mountain blows ancient incense, and the mother dragon complains about the cold light of the water.
Shapu left the fish and threw pearls at the kokuryudo. Feel the spring, Li He is warm and gloomy, and the flowers are sad in the north.
The elm tree pierced Ryoko's eye, and the willow tree broke the dancer's waist. Go to the screen to greet the swallow, and fly the silk to send a hundred pains.
Hu Qin hates today and is anxious to talk to Tan Cao. Immortal Li He played the piano on the cliff and turned over an immortal.
Hold the white phoenix tail and sweep the Nanshan cloud at night. Deer drink cold water, and fish return to the seaside.
At that time, Emperor Wudi published books and newspapers.
9. The poem about Qindao is 1. The piano plays a jasper tune, and the medicine refines white cinnabar.
2. The sound of the piano is old-fashioned all day long, locking the autumn moss marks.
3. Qin Shu is full of career, so it's not bad to only irrigate the garden.
4. Qin Jianxi has been around for a long time, and Bai Yunfei has been looking forward to it for a long time.
5. Qin, bed, tea and tripod depend on each other, and occasionally write for finding monks.
6. It is difficult to choose which talent to pity in the piano, and only drink a few glasses of wine for the night.
7. It's a pity to throw the shuttle when the piano moves.
8. Qin Yixin prefers Dan lead hand grinding.
9. Qin Gao will never see you again. What is a fairy?
10. Eighteen beats of the piano. Listen to these tears.
1 1. You should listen to the piano at night and be quiet.
12. Qin poetry is clear, but it can be quiet and successful.
13. Don't boast about the spring on the stone in the piano, try to listen to the murmur here.
14. Qin Jian is old, and her heroic spirit is still good.
15. Qin Shu Lianbo Guxixuan, a garden with long flowers and trees.
16. The piano can only be tuned when it meets a bosom friend.
17. Qin Ding made many friends and worked hard, and the fields were as ripe as Yu Ruijun.
18. Zhai Qin is as tall as Zhen Feng, but He Shan and Yan Bin did not compromise.
19. Qin Jian sighed for a short trip in his life and missed the Spring Festival Evening like an autumn cloud.
20. Qin He is a friend and is often eliminated.