1. Poems about the flute
1. The flute and the drums are singing, and the songs are full of joy and sadness. -- "Autumn Wind Ci" Han Dynasty: Liu Che
Translation: Blow the flute and play the drum, too much joy brings too much sadness.
2. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot flickered, and fish and dragons danced all night. -- "The Green Jade Case·Yuan Xi" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
Translation: The melodious sound of the phoenix flute echoed everywhere, the bright moon like a jade pot gradually set to the west, and fish and dragon lanterns danced and laughed all night long.
3. The sound of the flute swallowed, and Qin E dreamed of breaking the moon over the Qin Tower. --"Recalling Qin E·The Sound of the Flute" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Translation: The sound of the jade flute was sad and sobbing. When Qin E woke up from her dream, a bright moon was hanging upstairs in the Qin family. .
4. The flute plays and the dragon sings in the water, while the flute sings and the phoenix sings in the sky. "Eight Poems for Palace Music" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Translation: The sound of the Qiang flute is like a dragon roaring out of the water, and the sound of the flute is like a phoenix singing in the sky.
5. The flute is chanted among the clouds, and the treasures are played on the stone. "Climbing Mount Emei" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Translation: I played the jade flute among the clouds and played the harp on the rocks. 2. Poems about using the flute to express longing
1. But I can’t sing,
Quietly is the shengxiao of farewell.
——Xu Zhimo's "Farewell Cambridge"
2. To Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou
Du Mu
The green mountains are faint and the water is far away,
When autumn ends, the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered.
Twenty-Four Bridges on a moonlit night,
Where can a beautiful lady teach me to play the flute?
3. Plum Blossom Moon
Zhang Hongfan
The west wind leaves fallen leaves in Chang'an,
The setting sun falls on Laoyanguan Mountain.
Parting between the present and the past is the most difficult thing.
Where is the old friend?
The jade flute and bright moon are free.
4. "Recalling Qin E" by Li Bai
The sound of the flute swallows, Qin E dreams of breaking the moon in Qin Tower, the moon in Qin Tower, the willows are colored every year, and the mausoleum is sad to say goodbye.
Enjoy the Qingqiu Festival in Yuanyuan, and the sound of the Xianyang ancient road is excruciating. The sound is gone, the west wind is lingering, and the Han family mausoleum is still there.
5. I can hear the warbling chirping of the warbler across the water, and look for residual dreams in the long pavilion. There is no other way to say infatuation. The piano and flute have been divided into a chorus, but they are so scattered that they are like floating pods. A new thread of worry appears on the temples. 3. Poems about the flute
1. But I can’t sing, the silence is the shengxiao in farewell.
——Xu Zhimo's "Farewell Cambridge" 2. Since the harp and harp are playing, why should the sheng and Xiao be silent? 3. On a moonlit night at the Twenty-Four Bridge, where can a beautiful lady teach me how to play the flute?
4. Three thousand flowing water and three thousand hatred, one flute and one person make up the sky. 5. Besieged from all sides, the flute plays the farewell song. 6. The rain is blowing and the flute is approaching dusk. The light clothes are dancing like common dust. The jade flute is broken and the wine is flowing. I sit in a quiet pavilion and the moon shines on my soul.
7. The bright moon fills the sky like water, and when you are sober, you can listen to the jade woman’s flute. 8. When a guest plays the flute, he sings to make peace with him.
——Su Shi's "Ode to the Former Red Cliff" 9. To Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou Du Mu The green mountains are faintly covered by the water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered after autumn. Twenty-Four Bridges On a moonlit night, where can a beautiful lady teach me how to play the flute?
10. Visiting Shanxi Village - Lu You Mo Xiao's 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, and the willows and flowers are dark and the flowers are bright in another village.
The flutes and drums follow the spring society, and the clothes and clothes are simple and ancient. From now on, if you can take a leisurely stroll in the moonlight, you can knock on the door all the time with a stick. 11. The flute brings frost, and the harp creates sea waves - Yuan Mei's "Suiyuan Poems" 12. The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns light, and fish and dragons dance all night ——Xin Qiji's "The Sapphire Case" 13. Playing the flute clarifies northern Hunan, and singing the Ling song clarifies the southern Han Dynasty. ——Bao Zhao's "Song of Cai Ling" 14. Chanting Huai Ruan Ji drove to the capital of Wei, looking south to the blowing platform.
There is a sound left behind on the flute. Is the king of Liang still alive? The warriors eat chaff, the sage lives on poles, the songs and dances are not over yet, the Qin army is at its end, I do not own the forest, the red palace is dusty, the army is defeated under the Huayang, and the body is turned into ashes. 15. Reminiscing by Zeng Rui A tired guest stops by the stream, Who is playing the jade flute upstairs? Jiang Gao was filled with mournful and resentful sounds, which gradually became quieter, making me feel bored.
16. Plum Blossom Moon Zhang Hongfan The westerly wind leaves fallen leaves in Chang'an, and the sunset falls on Laoyanguan Mountain. Parting is the most difficult thing in the past and present.
Where is the old friend? The jade flute and bright moon are free. 17. "Mangan": The plan to join the army in the extreme territory is hopeless, and the hatred in the southeast is full of words and notes.
One flute and one sword settled the business, and he lived up to his reputation for fifteen years. 18. The wind on one bank of the river carries the willow flute, and the spring rain in the two gardens carries the flute and sheng.
19. Xiaoxiao wind, long journey, cold armor and iron bones, breaking through the sound of flute to cross the pass. The yellow sand and wind blow thousands of miles along the way, and my hometown is only in the sky.
From then on, the sound of Hujia and Liupi passed through the Yumen without the sound of the flute. 20. The gentle wind and rain rustled the ground, prompting thousands of tears.
When the flute player goes to the jade tower, who will he lean on with a broken heart? 21 The immortal phoenix swallows the Qiong Xiao, and the soul is sent far away in despair. The "Nine Debates" are difficult to play. 22. I don’t know whose family’s flute sounds weeping in the autumn wind in the setting sun like blood. 23. Weicheng wine in Sandie Yangguan, two bright moons and Guangling flute.
24. The sound of the flute swallows, Qin E's dream cuts off the moon in the Qin Tower, the moon in the Qin Tower, the willows are colored every year, and the mausoleum is sad to say goodbye. Enjoy the Qingqiu Festival in Yuanyuan, and the sound of Xianyang's ancient road is excruciating.
There is no sound, the west wind is lingering, and the Han family mausoleum is still there. ——Legend is "Recalling Qin'e" written by Li Bai. 25. A spring spent on spending money, drunk by the lake every day, Jade Cong is used to knowing the West Lake Road, arrogantly passing by, and sitting in front of a restaurant.
The flute and drum are played in the fragrance of red apricots, and the swing is in the shadow of green poplars. The warm wind blows ten miles into the beautiful sky, and the flowers on the temples are offset by the clouds.
The painting boat carries the spring back, leaving behind the lake water and smoke. Tomorrow I will help the disabled drunk again and come to look for the flowers on the street.
26. Thousands of horsemen with high teeth, riding drunk, listening to flutes and drums, chanting and admiring the haze. ——Liu Yong's "Looking at the Sea Tide" 27. The spring breeze flies, and on the Baochai upstairs, there is a sound of shengxiao and glass light.
Now that the lights are hanging all over the place, it’s not the dark dust and bright moon, it’s Yuan Ye. ——Jiang Jie's "Nuguanzi" 28. The sky is vast and the clouds are idle, and the sound of the flute is nowhere to be found.
——Lu Zugao's "Jiangchengzi" 29. The wind disappears the crimson wax, the red flowers are exposed, and the lights of the city shine on each other. The flowing tiles of Osmanthus flowers are scattered, and the slender clouds are scattered, and Su'e wants to come down.
The clothes are simple and elegant, and you can see the Chu girl’s slender waist. The sound of flutes and drums, the scattered figures, and the scent of musk deer fill the road.
——Zhou Bangyan's "Jieyu Hua. Shangyuan" 30. Who knows how to express resentment in one day? The poet is in full swing like a cloud. I have the heart to play the flute, but I can't play the flute. Farewell to the south of the Yangtze River in the wind of falling flowers. 31. The wind of the years is fluttering in the willow trees, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I ask about the six dynasties.
I recall a beautiful lady learning to play the flute in a quiet place under the bright moon. 32 Partridges are drunk in the cold flute in the sky, the moon is cold, and tears fall lightly with the sound of Platycodon. Infatuated love has been a tomb since ancient times, and endless sorrow and love accompany each other. The water flows east, and the geese fly south. There have always been few people returning according to God's will. How many lovesickness can't be found. I will go to the end of the world and never return. 33. The jade flute and the golden harp make a sound, the mulberry leaves have dried up and the sea water is clear.
Clean the road under Penglai Mountain, and briefly invite the Queen Mother to talk about longevity. 34. Huang Jingren, sitting under the flowers several times, playing the flute, watching the Milky Way and the Milky Way in the distance. Like these stars and lungs last night, for whom the wind and dew stood up all night long.
The lingering lovesickness draws out the remaining cocoon, and the heartache peels off the banana. For the past three to five years, in March and May, the glass of wine has not been consumed.
(Hope there is no typo) 35 Where the flute is played, the pulse is slightly amused. ——Nalan Xingde's "Song Ling of Clouds on the Sideburns (Pillow and Fragrance)" 36 Hear the lingering oriole's song across the water, and look for residual dreams in the long pavilion.
There is no other way to say infatuation. The piano and flute have been divided into a chorus, but they are so scattered that they are like floating pods.
A new thread of worry appears on the temples. 37 From then on, the harp and flute separated each other from Jade Pass.
Standing alone at the west window with a cold candle, how can you tolerate the gurgling rain on an autumn night! The beads and clouds of Xiangshui are separated by one day. I dare not miss the lead due to the long distance. A close friend doesn't have to worry about the history of the flute, he will ride the dragon's carriage to the edge of the sun.
Don’t talk about grievances and grievances as lovesickness, there is a time when Jinse, Yao and Qin gather together. The hedge chrysanthemum also knows that people are lonely, and when the wind blows, it heads to the south branch first.
Golden Thread Song·Autumn Night Embracing People 38 The flutes and drums are noisy, the figures are scattered, and the road is filled with the scent of musk deer. Because the capital city is open at night.
Looking at thousands of doors like daylight, laughing and wandering. Wherever we meet, there will always be dark dust accompanying the horses.
39 Hengfen Road, the loneliness was like the flute and drum, and the desolate smoke was still plain. How come the souls are summoned, and the mountain ghosts cry secretly in the wind and rain.
The sky is also jealous, and if you don’t believe it, the birds and swallows will all turn into dust. For thousands of years, in order to entertain the scholar, he sang and drank wildly and visited Yanqiu.
40 Who’s sword is blocked in the northwest, and the sound of the flute fills the southeast, that’s all I know. 4. Poems about expressing longing with the sound of the flute
But I can’t sing, the silence is the shengxiao of farewell.
——Xu Zhimo's "Farewell to Cambridge" to Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou Du Mu The green mountains are faint and the water is far away, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered after autumn. Twenty-Four Bridges On a moonlit night, where can a beautiful lady teach me how to play the flute?
Plum Blossom Moon by Zhang Hongfan The westerly wind leaves fallen leaves in Chang'an, and the setting sun reaches Laoyanguan Mountain. Parting is the most difficult thing in the past and present.
Where is the old friend? The jade flute and bright moon are free. Li Bai's "Remembering Qin E" When the flute sounded, Qin E dreamed of breaking the moon in the Qin Tower, the moon in the Qin Tower, the willows are colored every year, and the mausoleum is sad to say goodbye.
Enjoy the Qingqiu Festival in Yuanyuan, and the sound of the Xianyang ancient road is excruciating. The sound is gone, the west wind is lingering, and the Han family mausoleum is still there.
I can hear the warbling chirping of orioles across the water, and I can also find residual dreams in the long pavilion. There is no other way to say infatuation.
The piano and flute have been divided into a chorus, but they are not as scattered as floating pods. A new thread of worry appears on the temples. 5. 5 poems about homesickness
Mo Mei Wang Mian The trees beside the inkstone washing pond in my house are blooming with faint ink marks.
Don’t let people praise you for your good color, just leave the pure energy to fill the universe. Early Plum Blossoms Zhang said there were white jade strips of cold plum trees on a tree, on the road back to Lincun near the creek bridge.
I don’t know that the water flowers bloomed first, but it is suspected that they have not been sold after the winter snow. Mo Mei Ju Jian Don't hate the waste of painters in painting. There is no need to seek differences, only similarities.
The jade face is not as beautiful as the color of a jackdaw, so I entrust the jade dust to the Han Palace. The early plum blossoms are all gone. Thousands of trees are about to break due to the cold, but their solitary roots are warm and alone.
In the deep snow in front of the village, a branch bloomed last night. Mo Mei, Zhang Zhen The village beside the mountain, in the deep valley and by the water, had been cut off by the sparse flowers.
I still hate the meaningless east wind, which blows mist and rain into the dark dusk. Early Plum Blossoms by Li Gongming Only the east wind blows and the west wind blows, the leaves in the mountains are empty.
Only the plum blossoms can’t be blown away, and there is still new white and new red. Mo Mei Zhao Bingwen The painter does not paint the face with powder, but he is afraid that others will think I am straight.
It’s impossible not to know each other when we meet, Xia Fu has always cared for beautiful women. Recalling Plum Blossoms by Li Shangyin Determined to live at the end of the world, leaning towards the beauty of things.
Winter plum blossoms are the most hated ones, often used as last year’s flowers. White Plum by Wang Mian This body is worn in the ice and snow forest, not like peaches and plums mixed with fragrant dust.
Suddenly the fragrance of the night spreads across the universe. Spring plum blossoms Wang Qi The bamboo fenced thatched cottage is content to be free from the slightest dust intrusion. Just because he misunderstood Lin Hejing, the poet has been talking about it to this day.
Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming and losing a plum blossom poem Wang Anshi Huafa is happy to see plum blossoms in spring, and one of them is piled high with snow on the roadside. He recalled the old days of Fengcheng Nanmo, Xiangyao could not come with the post envoy.
Plum blossoms are tributes. Who can see the cold weather in front of me? Only plum blossoms accompany loneliness. The bright moon fills the sky like water, and when I wake up, I listen to the jade woman playing the flute.
Plum Blossom Wang Anshi There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. I know it's not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance coming.
Plum Blossom Geng Xin In the middle of the twelfth lunar month of that year, the plum blossoms were already in decline. If you don’t believe this Spring Festival Gala, come and watch it in the snow.
The plum blossoms are in full bloom in the Zhenshi Garden. Wang Chuan sits among the flowers as the sun sets. Thousands of branches are covered with fragrant snow. Since the beginning of spring, there have been no good sentences, but now the staff and quinoa suddenly become poems.
Plum Blossom Quatrains by Lu You I heard the plum blossoms blowing in the morning breeze, and snow piles filled the four mountains. How can one transform into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom tree and one blooming man?
"Miscellaneous Poems" Part 1 Wang Wei You come from your hometown, so you should know the things in your hometown. Tomorrow, before I go to bed, the winter plum blossoms have not yet bloomed.
Poetry on Willow Branches by Liu Yuxi. Plum Blossoms and Qiang Flute Blowing in the North of Saibei. Poetry on the Hills of Osmanthus Trees in Huainan. Please don’t listen to the songs from the previous dynasty and listen to the new version of Willow Branch.
Newly Planted Plum Blossoms by Bai Juyi Seven newly planted plum blossoms are planted by the pond, and I will check them when they are about to bloom. Don't be afraid of the peach and plum envy in Changzhou. This year will be a good year for you.
First Meeting with Plum Blossoms Written by Lu The ground in the north of the Yangtze River is not as warm as in the south, while the south of the Yangtze River is easy to break the heart of people from the north. Rouge, peach cheeks and pear pollen, used as winter plum makeup.
The flowers in the back garden are in full bloom in November 2 Cai Xiang The sun is warm and fragrant, and they have been in full bloom for thousands of times. How can the spring breeze be so sentimental? It goes and comes again with the flowers.
The second rhyme is "Jade Early Plum" by Huang Tingjian. It is folded so that the cold fragrance is not exposed, and there are two or three branches of small bamboo shoots leaning against the sun. The deep care and protection of Luo Wei's green leaves has been learned by the Traveling Bee Saint.
Plum Blossom Quatrains by Lu You When I was walking around Jinxi City, I was as drunk as mud for the plum blossoms. The fragrance continues for twenty miles, from Qingyang Palace to Huanhua Stream.
Red Plums Su Shi Every year, the red plum blossoms are blooming, and they are about to bloom again by the riverside. Cherish the sentimental Guan Yiling, send the spring with straightness and roots.
Hongmei Wang Shipeng Don’t be jealous of peaches and plums, they are different in appearance. It is still in the state of snow and frost, but it is not very red.
Plum Blossom Quatrains No. 2 Lu You The branches in the deep valley can be farther north, and the flowers bloom late every year. Gaobiao Yiyun, do you know that it is the time when the ice and snow accumulate?
Red Plum Blossoms on the Ridge by Fan Dacheng The misty rain and rouge shine on the pines and bamboos, and the spring breeze on the river is full of branches. The city is full of peaches and plums, and the city is lonely in the empty valley.
Plum Blossom Quatrains No. 3 Lu You The snow blows and the wind blows louder and louder, the moral integrity of the flowers is the strongest. When time passes, it will drift away, and I will beg for mercy from Mr. Dong even more shamefully.
Picture of Plum Blossoms by Yang Wujiu Suddenly I saw a plum tree blooming along the Han River. I don’t know that spring is coming early, so I suspect it’s a bead maker.
Exploring Plum Blossoms by Yang Wanli It’s amazing to take a walk in the mountains, late at night at dusk. One plum blossom blooms on a branch, but annoyingly it is on the highest branch.
Viewing Plum Blossoms at Sheng'en Temple Zhou Yongnian People in Zhongxiang Country come and go, and flowers trade and birds hang upside down in the wind. I like the contrast between water and light, and the slanting and sparse shadows supporting the waves.
One of the snowy plums, Lu Meipo, has plums but no snow, which is not spiritual, and snow but no plums is vulgar. Poetry at dusk is full of snow all day long, and it is very spring when combined with plum blossoms.
Painting of Plum Blossoms by Li Fangying. The ink marks on the paper are fresh, and the plum blossoms are most attractive at certain points. I hope that the wind will blow far away, and every door and lane will become spring.
Snowy Plum No. 2 Lu Meipo The plum blossoms and snow refused to fall in spring, so the poet put down his pen and commented on it. The plum blossoms are three cents whiter than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms.
Lingmei Zhang Daoqia There is poetry everywhere and beauty of things at any time. There is no time for socializing, and there are plum blossoms everywhere.
Thoughts on Plum Blossoms by Liu Yin The east wind blows away the dust of war, and I dream of the home of a virgin in the West Lake. I'm afraid that the spring feeling in Jiangnan will decrease, and this heart element will not be plum blossoms.
Presented to Fan Ye and Lu Kai. The plum blossoms were picked up by the post envoys and sent to the Longtou people. Jiangnan has nothing, just give me a spring branch.
"A Dream of Red Mansions" Visiting Miaoyu and Begging for Red Plums Cao Xueqin Before the wine was opened and the bottles were not cut, I went to Penglai in search of spring and asked about the weather. Instead of begging for the dew from the master's vase, I beg for the plum blossoms outside Chang'e's threshold.
The cold peach blossoms and snow are gone when you enter the world, and the fragrant purple clouds come when you leave the world. Chaya, who regrets that Shi's shoulders are thin, and his clothes are still stained with moss from the Buddhist courtyard.
"Dream of Red Mansions" Ode to Red Plum Blossoms (huazi) Cao Xueqin The branches are sparse and the flowers are bright, and the children are extravagant in spring makeup. There is no remaining snow on the curved sill of the leisure hall, and there are sunset clouds on the empty mountains with running water.
Youmeng Leng follows the red sleeve flute, and the fragrance of wandering immortals spreads across the Jiang River. The predecessor must be of Yaotai species, so there is no doubt about the difference in appearance.
"Dream of Red Mansions" Ode to Red Plum Blossoms (The Red Letter) by Cao Xueqin The peaches are not yet fragrant and the apricots are not yet red. They laugh at the east wind before the cold. It is difficult to distinguish the spring when the soul flies to Yuling Mountain, and the clouds are separated by the clouds and the dream is not clear.
The green calyx adds makeup and melts into the treasure torch, and the immortal helps the drunken person to cross the remaining rainbow. It seems that it is an ordinary color, the shades are determined by his ice and snow.
"Dream of Red Mansions" Ode to Red Plum Blossoms (the word plum) Cao Xueqin White plum blossoms are lazily compared to red plum blossoms. A frozen face is covered with traces of blood, and a sad heart without hatred is turned into ashes.
Accidentally swallowed the elixir to move the real bones, and stole the Yaochi to remove the old fetus. The spring in the north and south of the Yangtze River is brilliant, and the bees and butterflies are full of doubts and guesses.
Early Plum Blossoms by Liu Zongyuan Early plum blossoms bloom on tall trees, reflecting the blue sky. The late morning breeze carries the night fragrance, and the heavy frost nourishes the dawn.
I want to give you thousands of miles, but mountains and rivers separate you. When Han Ying is in ruins, what use is there to comfort distant visitors?
See plum blossoms in Fufengjie in mid-November. Li Shangyin. The pavilions on the road are beautiful and fragrant at odd times. Su'e is only with the moon, and the young girl does not spare the frost.
Giving a hand that is far away and empty, but hurting and leaving a broken heart. For whom is it a morning show? Not Waiting for New Year's Fragrance - Cold Night - Du Lei On a cold night, guests come for tea and wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling and the fire is just beginning to turn red.
Ordinarily, the first month of the year is different only when there are plum blossoms. After the snow, the plum blossoms were in full bloom and folded under the lamp. Once upon a time, the city was full of peaches and plums, looking at Dongjun, but the red plum blossoms had not yet come into spring.
It’s quiet with a few branches outside the window, and the garden is spritely and fresh. Little Plum Blossoms in the Mountain Garden, Lin Hejing, Tang Dynasty. All the flowers are swaying and noisy, occupying the small garden with all the charm.
The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk. The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, and the pink butterfly seems to know how to unite and break its soul.
Fortunately, we can have sex with each other by chanting slightly, but we don’t need to be good at carving out golden bottles. Early plum blossoms in the Southern Dynasties·Xie Xie welcome the spring, so they bloom early, and you don’t mind the cold alone.
Afraid of falling behind. 6. Ancient poems about the flute
Feng Xiao Yin Han Zhen
Suo Li's sorrow is endless, and it is first smoked when I come.
The embroidered drapery person thinks far away, secretly dripping dew, weeping to send off the Zhenglun.
The long line is in the eye, and the more heavy, the distant water and the lonely cloud.
But looking at the tower is so high that the king and grandson can be seen as far as the sun goes.
Ecstasy, after saying goodbye to the pond, I was walking around, wearing a green and jealous skirt.
I hold my bare hands in my hand, walking slowly among the flowers and catkins.
Zhu Yankong has reformed himself, and his love grows new year by year.
Wander around in the green fields and get drunk, but don’t lose your youth.
Recalling the Flute Playing on the Phoenix Stage by Li Qingzhao
The fragrant cold golden cat,
was thrown into the red waves,
got up and combed his hair lazily.
Ren Bao's dowry is covered with dust,
The sun goes up to the curtain hook.
I am afraid of the pain of separation,
There are so many things that I want to talk about but I still have to leave.
Newly thin,
not dry disease wine,
not sad autumn.
Rest!
If I go back this time,
I have traveled to Yangguan thousands of times,
it will be difficult to stay.
People who read Wuling are far away,
The smoke locks the Qin Tower.
Only the running water in front of the building,
should miss me and stare at me all day long.
Where you stare,
From now on, there is a new sorrow,
a new sorrow.
Jasper Xiao Guan Hanqing
Looking forward to the end of the return period, the short golden grate was scratched.
A waist, a wide faded plain robe.
Do you know what his disease is?
I’m so instructive that I don’t pay attention to it.
Picking a bite to eat, it’s so tasteless!
Doctor, Yue Xie is difficult to treat.
The injured friend mourns the flute-playing prostitute Du Mu
The sound of the jade flute has disappeared, and the eyes are full of spring sorrow and the smoke of the long trees.
The beauty has disappeared with the clouds and rain, and the phoenix tower is empty and the moon is locked tomorrow.
Xiao Zhang Hu
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 toward the water. Ninety percent of the meaning will be achieved, and the sound will be heard in the high pavilion.
Stay in Yuxiao Palace, Chu Sizong
The dust cannot fly into the sky, and the dew wets the green palace. The shadow of the crane is on the stone bridge, the sound of the flute is in the wind of the pine palace.
The deceased woman with green hair, the old man with white hair in the pot. May I ask where the elixir is burned? How many times have the peach blossoms turned red?
Playing the flute in the mirror path by Chen Tao
The gold and white fence is good, and the twin phoenixes accompany the south of the Yangtze River at night.
People from ten continents listen to the dawn in the jade tower, and see the peach and apricot branches in thousands of mountains in the sky. 7. Poems about playing the flute
1. To Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
The green mountains are faint and the water is far away, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered after autumn. .
On a moonlit night at the Twenty-Four Bridge, where can a beautiful woman teach me how to play the flute?
2. Qihuai
Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren
Several times, I sat under the flowers and played the flute, while the red wall with silver and white flowers looked into the distance.
It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun.
The lingering thoughts are exhausted and the remaining cocoons are drawn, and the heartache is peeled off.
It was March or May of 1935, but the glass of wine still lingered.
3. Gu Yaner·Rise from sleep under the cane bed and paper tent
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
People in the world write poems about plum blossoms, and their writing is very popular. I tried to write an article and found out that the preface was not unreasonable.
Falling asleep under the rattan bed and paper tent, I have endless thoughts. The agarwood is intermittent and the jade furnace is cold, accompanying my feelings like water. Three flute sounds, the plum blossom heart is broken, so much love in spring.
The gentle wind and rain rustled the ground, prompting thousands of tears. When the flute player goes to the jade tower, who will he lean on with his broken heart? If you break a branch, there will be no one in the world or heaven to whom you can send it.
4. Manjianghong·Crush the sorrow of separation
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
Crack the sorrow of separation, the wind shakes the green bamboo outside the screen window. After the people left, the sound of the flute stopped, and the person leaning against the building was alone. March dusk is full of eyes, and when you look up, you can see thousands of green mountains. But try sending a piece of paper to a book and read it from the beginning.
The word "love" is full of space; the meaning of "love", when will it be enough? A little bit of dripping down the lapel, full of tears. The fragrant grass does not distract travelers, and the weeping willows only hinder people's eyes. The most painful thing is that at dusk of the end of the moon, the wind is singing.
5. Crossing the Chuihong
Song Dynasty: Jiang Kui
The new lyrics of his own have the most delicate rhyme, Xiaohong sings in a low voice and I play the flute.
At the end of the song, we passed Songling Road and looked back at the Yanbo Fourteenth Bridge. 8. Poems about the flute
1. But I can’t sing, the silence is the shengxiao in farewell.
——Xu Zhimo's "Farewell Cambridge" 2. Since the harp and harp are playing, why should the sheng and Xiao be silent? 3. On a moonlit night at the Twenty-Four Bridge, where can a beautiful lady teach me how to play the flute?
4. Three thousand flowing water and three thousand hatred, one flute and one person make up the sky. 5. Besieged from all sides, the flute plays the farewell song. 6. The rain is blowing and the flute is approaching dusk. The light clothes are dancing like common dust. The jade flute is broken and the wine is flowing. I sit in a quiet pavilion and the moon shines on my soul.
7. The bright moon fills the sky like water, and when you are sober, you can listen to the jade woman’s flute. 8. When a guest plays the flute, he sings to make peace with him.
——Su Shi's "Ode to the Former Red Cliff" 9. To Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou Du Mu The green mountains are faintly covered by the water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered after autumn. Twenty-Four Bridges On a moonlit night, where can a beautiful lady teach me how to play the flute?
10. Visiting Shanxi Village - Lu You Mo Xiao's 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, and the willows and flowers are dark and the flowers are bright in another village.
The flutes and drums follow the spring society, and the clothes and clothes are simple and ancient. From now on, if you can take a leisurely stroll in the moonlight, you can knock on the door all the time with a stick. 11. The flute brings frost, and the harp creates sea waves - Yuan Mei's "Suiyuan Poems" 12. The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns light, and fish and dragons dance all night ——Xin Qiji's "The Sapphire Case" 13. Playing the flute clarifies northern Hunan, and singing the Ling song clarifies the southern Han Dynasty - Bao Zhao's "Song of Cai Ling" 14. Ruan Ji drives to the capital of Wei and looks south to the blowing platform.
There is a sound left behind on the flute. Is the king of Liang still alive? The warriors eat chaff, the sage lives on poles, the songs and dances are not over yet, the Qin army is at its end, I do not own the forest, the red palace is dusty, the army is defeated under the Huayang, and the body is turned into ashes. 15. Reminiscing by Zeng Rui A tired guest stops by the stream, Who is playing the jade flute upstairs? Jiang Gao was filled with mournful and resentful sounds, which gradually became quieter, making me feel bored.
16. Plum Blossom Moon Zhang Hongfan The westerly wind leaves fallen leaves in Chang'an, and the sunset falls on Laoyanguan Mountain. Parting is the most difficult thing in the past and present.
Where is the old friend? The jade flute and bright moon are free. 17. "Mangan": The plan to join the army in the extreme territory is hopeless, and the hatred in the southeast is full of words and notes.
One flute and one sword settled the business, and he lived up to his reputation for fifteen years. 18. The wind on one bank of the river carries the willow flute, and the spring rain in the two gardens carries the flute and sheng.
19. Xiaoxiao wind, long journey, cold armor and iron bones, breaking through the sound of flute to cross the pass. The yellow sand and wind blow thousands of miles along the way, and my hometown is only in the sky.
From then on, the sound of Hujia and Liupi passed through the Yumen without the sound of the flute. 20. The gentle wind and rain rustled the ground, prompting thousands of tears.
When the flute player goes to the jade tower, who will he lean on with a broken heart? 21 The immortal phoenix swallows the Qiong Xiao, and the soul is sent far away in despair. The "Nine Debates" are difficult to play. 22. I don’t know whose family’s flute sounds weeping in the autumn wind in the setting sun. 23. Three-fold Yangguan Weicheng wine, two bright moons and Guangling flutes.
24. The sound of the flute swallows, Qin E's dream cuts off the moon in the Qin Tower, the moon in the Qin Tower, the willows are colored every year, and the mausoleum is sad to say goodbye. Enjoy the Qingqiu Festival in Yuanyuan, and the sound of Xianyang's ancient road is excruciating.
There is no sound, the west wind is lingering, and the Han family mausoleum is still there. ——Legend is "Recalling Qin'e" written by Li Bai. 25. A spring spent on spending money, drunk by the lake every day, Jade Cong is used to knowing the West Lake Road, arrogantly passing by, and sitting in front of a restaurant.
The flute and drum are played in the fragrance of red apricots, and the swing is in the shadow of green poplars. The warm wind blows ten miles into the beautiful sky, and the flowers on the temples are offset by the clouds.
The painting boat carries the spring back, leaving behind the lake water and smoke. Tomorrow I will help the disabled drunk again and come to look for the flowers on the street.
26. Thousands of horsemen with high teeth, riding drunk, listening to flutes and drums, chanting and admiring the haze. ——Liu Yong's "Looking at the Sea Tide" 27. The spring breeze arrives, and on Baochai's upstairs, there is a sound of shengxiao and glass light.
Now that the lights are hanging all over the place, it’s not the dark dust and bright moon, it’s Yuan Ye. ——Jiang Jie's "Nuguanzi" 28. The sky is vast and the clouds are idle, and the sound of the flute is nowhere to be found.
——Lu Zugao's "Jiangchengzi" 29. The wind disappears the crimson wax, the red flowers are exposed, and the lights of the city shine on each other. The flowing tiles of Osmanthus flowers are scattered, and the slender clouds are scattered, and Su'e wants to come down.
The clothes are simple and elegant, and you can see the Chu girl’s slender waist. The sound of flutes and drums, the scattered figures, and the scent of musk deer fill the road.
——Zhou Bangyan's "Jieyu Hua. Shangyuan" 30. Who knows how to express resentment in one day? The poet is in full swing like a cloud. I have the heart to play the flute, but I can't play the flute. Farewell to the south of the Yangtze River in the wind of falling flowers. 31. The wind of the years is fluttering in the willow trees, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I ask about the six dynasties.
I recall a beautiful lady learning to play the flute in a quiet place under the bright moon. 32 Partridges are drunk in the cold flute in the sky, the moon is cold, and tears fall lightly with the sound of Platycodon. Infatuated love has been a tomb since ancient times, and endless sorrow and love accompany each other. The water flows east, and the geese fly south. There have always been few people returning according to God's will. How many lovesickness can't be found. I will go to the end of the world and never return. 33. The jade flute and the golden harp make a sound, the mulberry leaves have dried up and the sea water is clear.
Cleaning the road at the foot of Penglai Mountain, and briefly inviting the Queen Mother to talk about eternal life. 34. Huang Jingren, sitting under the flowers several times, playing the flute, watching the Milky Way and the Milky Way in the distance. Like these stars and lungs last night, for whom the wind and dew stood up all night long.
The lingering lovesickness draws out the remaining cocoon, and the heartache peels off the banana. For the past three to five years, in March and May, the glass of wine has not been consumed.
(Hope there is no typo) 35 Where the flute is played, the pulse is slightly amused. ——Nalan Xingde's "Song Ling of Clouds on the Sideburns (Pillow and Fragrance)" 36 Hear the lingering oriole's song across the water, and look for residual dreams in the long pavilion.
There is no other way to say infatuation. The piano and flute have been divided into a chorus, but they are so scattered that they are like floating pods.
A new thread of worry appears on the temples. 37 From then on, the harp and flute separated each other from Jade Pass.
Standing alone at the west window with a cold candle, how can you tolerate the gurgling rain on an autumn night! The beads and clouds of Xiangshui are separated by one day. I dare not miss the lead due to the long distance. A close friend doesn't have to worry about the history of the flute, he will ride the dragon's carriage to the edge of the sun.
Don’t talk about grievances and grievances as lovesickness, there is a time when Jinse, Yao and Qin gather together. The hedge chrysanthemum also knows that people are lonely, and when the wind blows, it heads to the south branch first.
Golden Thread Song·Autumn Night Embracing People 38 The flutes and drums are noisy, the figures are scattered, and the road is filled with the scent of musk deer. Because the capital city is open at night.
Looking at thousands of doors like daylight, laughing and wandering. Wherever we meet, there will always be dark dust accompanying the horses.
39 Hengfen Road, the loneliness was like the flute and drum, and the desolate smoke was still plain. How come the souls are summoned, and the mountain ghosts cry secretly in the wind and rain.
The sky is also jealous, and if you don’t believe it, the birds and swallows will all turn into dust. For thousands of years, in order to entertain the scholar, he sang and drank wildly and visited Yanqiu.
40 Who's sword is blocked in the northwest, and the sound of flute fills the southeast. I only know this much. 9. Looking for poems and appreciation of the flute
1. Song of Cai Ling
Bao Zhao
Jingpan gallops across Guipu, resting in Jiaotan. The flute plays to clear up northern Hunan, and the rhyme song clears up to southern Han Dynasty.
This poem describes the scene of people playing flutes and singing songs while picking water chestnuts.
2. Yong Huai
Ruan Ji
Driving to the capital of Wei, he looked south towards Chui Tai. There is a sound left behind on the flute. Is the king of Liang still alive?
The warriors eat chaff, the sages are on poles, the songs and dances are not over yet, the Qin army is at its end,
I don’t own the forest, the dust grows in the Zhu Palace, the army is defeated under Huayang, The body was turned into ashes.
The Chuitai is located in the suburbs of Kaifeng, Henan Province today. It was the capital of the Wei State during the Warring States Period and was called Daliang. There are historical sites called the Chuitai. The poem "The flute pipe has a legacy of sound," shows that long before the Warring States Period, the flute was loved and circulated by people, and a blowing stand was built. The flute can not only be played alone, in ensembles, but also as an accompaniment to singers and dancers. "Yong Huai" is an ancient nostalgic poem.
3. The Sapphire Case (Yuan Xi)
Xin Qiji
The east wind blows away thousands of flowers and trees at night, and even more, the stars are like rain. BMW's carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night.
The poem describes the night of the Lantern Festival, with fireworks everywhere, busy traffic on the streets, people playing the sheng, pipes, flutes, and flutes, singing and dancing, and the lively scene of folk celebrating the Lantern Festival.
4. The great poet Li Bai sang in "Remembering Qin E":
The sound of the flute swallowed, Qin E dreamed of breaking the moon in the Qin Tower. Qin Lou is full of moon, willows are colored every year, and Baling is sad to say goodbye.
Use "the sound of the flute to swallow" to describe farewell and express feelings. It can be said that "the sound of the flute is light, but the friendship is heavy". It is an inseparable and inseparable artistic conception that everyone can feel.
However, the sentence in "Jingjiu You" by Wen Tingyun, a poet of the Tang Dynasty: "The cold moon is diligent in the jade flute." gives us a refreshing and elegant feeling.
Fireworks in March Yangzhou City has many historic sites, and literati from past dynasties have left calligraphy treasures. Among them is a poem that says: "Where the jade flute and the sky are like water, and the Qionghua is as white as ice overnight." The jade flute and qionghua are so beautiful.
5. The injured friend mourns the flute-playing prostitute Du Mu
The sound of the jade flute has disappeared, and the eyes are full of spring sorrow and the smoke of the long trees.
The beauty has disappeared with the clouds and rain, and the phoenix tower is empty and the moon is locked tomorrow.
6. Xiao Zhang Hu
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 toward the water. Ninety percent of the meaning will be achieved, and the sound will be heard in the high pavilion.