There are infinite blue hands in the world, so you can't draw with sadness. _ _ _ _ Gao Chan's Night Scene of Jinling
3. A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone. _ _ _ _ Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
4. Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, and endless silk rain is as fine as sorrow. _ _ _ _ Qin Guan's Lonely Cold Building in Huanxisha
5. Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor Worried about adding new words. _ _ _ _ Xin Qiji's Ugly Slave, the middle wall of Shuboshan Road
6. Time only reminds people that they are old, don't believe in family, leave the pavilion for a long time, and wake up in tears. _ _ _ _ Yan Shu's "Picking mulberry seeds, time only makes people old"
7. A leaf and the sound of autumn, a little banana and a little sadness, after the third night of dreams. _ _ _ _ Xu Zaisi's Water Fairy Night Rain
People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. _ _ _ _ Cui Hu's "South Village of Beijing"
9. The shadows are shallow and the dusk is fragrant. _ _ _ _ Lin Bu's "Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden" Part I
10. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with swords, it is even more sad to raise our glasses. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's Song of Shu Yun/Escorting Yu Shuhua Upstairs, a farewell letter to Xuanzhou Xielou.
1 1. Return the pearl with tears, wishing we could not meet before marriage. _ _ _ _ Zhang Ji's "Yin Jiefu Send Dongping Lishi Island"
12. How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward. _ _ _ _ Li Yu "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon?
13. When night comes, my dream suddenly comes home. The window of Xiao Xuan. Dress up. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears _ _ _ _ Su Shi's "Twenty Memories of Dreams in the First Month of Jiang"
14. Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many wars were fought in ancient times? _ _ _ _ Two Liangzhou Ci Poems by William Wang (I)
15. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers. _ _ _ _ Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems No.5"
16. I don't know if the meaning of drunkenness is not in water, but the boat is full of dreams. _ _ _ _ Tang Wenru Title Caoqinghu, Longyang County
17. Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. _ _ _ _ Li Yu's The Sand Waves Clap the Curtain and the Rain Ripps.
18. I can't help falling flowers, but I feel deja vu. _ _ _ _ Yan Shu's "Huanxisha, a new word and a glass of wine"
19. to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night. _ _ _ _ Leyuan Scenic Area/Leyou Tomb of Li Shangyin
20. Tears asked the flowers to be silent and flew over the swing. _ _ _ _ Ouyang Xiu How Deep is the Courtyard
2 1. Everything is for nothing, and tears flow first. _ _ _ _ Li Qingzhao's Wuling Spring Festival Evening
22. Wine turns into homesickness and tears. _ _ _ _ Fan Zhongyan's "Su Curtain Covers Nostalgia"
23. No one wears flowers, no one advises alcohol, and no one cares about drunkenness. _ _ _ _ Huang Gongshao's Jade Case, Needlework at Social Day every year.
24. This is my life, and I have shed a thousand tears for you. _ _ _ _ Liu Yong's "Remembering the Imperial Capital with Thin Pillows and Cool Days"
The poem about studying hard is that when a man studies, he turns on the light at three o'clock and raises chickens at five o'clock.
There is a road to diligence in Shushan, and there is no limit to learning the sea. Ten years of cold window, no one asked to become famous at one fell swoop;
1, the foundation is learning, and learning is reading. —— Ouyang Xiu
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. -Lao Tzu
If young people don't work hard, old people will be sad. -"Han Yuefu Long Songs"
You can't be versatile if you don't study, and you can't learn if you don't want to study. -Zhuge Liang
5, reading thousands of books, writing like a god. -Du Fu
6. If birds want to fly high, they should flap their wings first, and people should learn first. Li Kuchan
7, the industry is diligent, barren land; What I did was thought, but it was destroyed. -Han Yu
8. Mechanics is the first thing to stand on, and mechanics is based on reading. —— Ouyang Xiu
9. The light at night is the five-watch chicken, which is when men study. Teenagers only know how to play, but don't know how to study hard. When they are old, they regret why they didn't know how to study hard when they were young. -Yan Zhenqing
10, don't be idle, the boy's head is white, empty and sad. -Yue Fei
3. Poems about Music Qian Qi's "Xianggulingse" is good at drumming clouds and playing the harp, and often hears the spirit of the emperor.
Feng Yi danced by himself, which made Chuke unbearable. Deep and sad melody, even hard stones are moved by sadness; The sonorous, high-pitched musical tone is so penetrating that it has been flying to lofty places.
Cangwu complains, and Angelica dahurica is fragrant. Running water flows to Pu, and I hate Taiwan crossing Dongting.
The music is quiet, but there is no drums of the water god. The river disappears, revealing several peaks, which are green and charming. Chen Ji, Wang Yong, Zhuang Ruo-Ne and Xiang Se were written by Pan Yao Se, a goddess, and there was a wild goose pavilion in the ancient temple.
Chu Yun came to the city, and Hunan water helped to clear the city. Wonderful signs are intimate, and countless voices are in ghosts.
A crescent moon is white, and several curves are green. It's time to adjust bitterness and complain, but it's also time to get away from the spirit of Di Zi.
If you can appreciate the lingering sound, try to play it for you. Qin Guan in Linjiang County is thousands of miles away from Xiaoxiang, and Lanpu used to be.
The moon is bright and the wind is clear. The microwave was still, and the stars were soaked in cold water all day.
I feel sad when I am alone in danger. I heard from a distance that I am a princess. The new voice contains all the feelings of ancient and modern times.
The music is quiet, but there is no drums of the water god. The river disappears, revealing several peaks, which are green and charming. Li Ping led Li He, Shu Tong and Zhang, and the empty mountain stagnated.
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.
"French opera-beautiful sound, sound is also" Tang. Bai Juyi's French opera is a big song, and there are many places to celebrate. People with eternal emblems sing and dance, while French music sings and dances.
Political integrity and harmony, sound all over the world, Kaiyuan people happy and healthy. French songs are magnificent and grand.
Zhongzong Suzong revived Hongye, and Tang Zuo revived Chiba. French songs and French songs are combined with foreign songs, and foreign sounds and evil sounds are mixed.
With the end of chaos and Tianbao, Chen Hu will be submitted to the palace next year. It is to understand the Chinese style of the law, to be able to judge the sound and to communicate with the government.
First, it is wrong to refer to Huqu, and you can't tell ups and downs from sorrows and joys. I hope my teeth are open and clear, so that summer and summer will not be violated.
【 Jade sounds like music 】 Liu Tang's jade knocking can be stopped, and people's words and music blend together. The complex sound suddenly disappears, and the elegant rhyme is clear.
Pei tried to stop Xianbu, but Chunyi swallowed the night sound. The end of the song is no different from the sound, and the voice is very sad.
TEDA knows that it is difficult to imitate, and it is exquisite and does not change its name. Kunshan, if any, is proud of it.
[Yang Liuzhi Ci] Tang. Liu Yuxi inserted plum blossoms to play the flute, Huainan Guishushan Ci. Please don't play the old songs and listen to the new Yang Liuzhi.
[Song Yue hears] Tang. Liu Xiyi was born in Shandong in September, and the moon is bright and the mountains are empty. Mountain people love the clear scenery and radiate autumn wind.
How can it be clear when the wind stops at night? Immortal invisible, blowing sheng in recent months.
Crimson lips absorb aura, and jade fingers adjust their true voices. What is a real sound? Three mountains are full of love for cranes.
The past has become dust, I want to listen to this song. I'm lying in Songcen today. I'm glad to hear your voice.
Immortals reward me and sing my heart. [Whispering flute in Los Angeles on a spring night] The Rain Flute by Tang Li Bai flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles. ..
I heard "folding willows" in this nocturne. Who can't stand homesickness? [Gift Qing] Day after day, Du Fu's silk tube in Jincheng, Tang Dynasty, enters the river wind and clouds. This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times?
Tang 】 【 male often play elegant music in the book. Chen Jinshi, an anonymous musician, went to the public. The person who plays the sound is absolutely speechless and has clear rhyme.
According to the law, the clouds will change, and the birds and beasts will remain unchanged. If you have virtue, you will observe the wind when you practice etiquette.
Tian Huan played nine times in the three scales of the master. Lonely and high-pitched, wanderers are full of wisdom.
Pipa Tour-Tang Bai Juyi, I am seeing off guests, and the night is on the banks of Xunyang River, with maple leaves, flowers and 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. We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the melody, 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 thought-provoking, and every note is thought-provoking. It seems that he is not satisfied with his life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
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 Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach.
The spring is cold and astringent, and the clouds of doubt 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 and the west ship were silent, and we saw the white autumn moon entering the river. She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Quba once taught good people to yield, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers. How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
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.
Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared. Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears. Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? . A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.
Xunyang has no music, neither strings nor bamboo for a whole year. My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. 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. Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about the guitar ... She was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet.
"Listen to the clever teacher playing the piano"-Tang Tong's words are unscrupulous and resentful. Like the wind, who is singing the flag? A soldier likes to fight the king with his sword.
Clouds and catkins have no roots, and the world is wide and far away. 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.
Smart and sincere, there is no ice charcoal for my intestines. Li Ping's Quotations-Gao Qiu in Tang and Shu Dynasties, blank clouds are stagnant.
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.
Dreaming of teaching immortals in Kunshan, the old fish danced in waves. Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.
"Listening to Shi Ying and Qin Ge" —— Tang Lihe bid farewell to Puyun's sweet-scented osmanthus bamboo, and the double phoenix language on the string of Shu State. The hibiscus leaves fell and left in autumn, and the King of Yue began to visit Tianmu Mountain at night.
Dark Chen Peiqing knocked on the water.