A poem about blowing 1 Poetry about blowing.
1. Letter to Han Chuo, Yangzhou Magistrate
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
Castle peak is vaguely green water thousands of miles away, and the vegetation in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn.
The bright moonlight on the 24 th Bridge is a clear night. Where do you teach blowjobs?
2. Love
Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren
Several times, I sat under the flowers and played the flute, and the red wall of Han Yin looked into the distance.
Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.
The lingering thoughts are exhausted, and the heart is peeling bananas.
In March and May of 1935, that poor glass of wine not fade away.
3. The lone wild goose rattan bed sleeps on paper sheets.
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
When the world writes a beautiful poem, it is vulgar. If you try to write an article, you will know that the preface doesn't match the latter.
The paper tent on the rattan bed is sleeping, so I can't say it without thinking. The agarwood is intermittent and the jade furnace is cold, which brings my feelings like water. The flute sounded three times, the plum blossom was broken, and the spring was full.
The small wind scattered the rain and whispered, urging thousands of tears. Bagpipers go to Yulou, heartbroken people lean on it. A 10% discount is worth a lot of money, and no one gives it.
4. Be flushed and get rid of sadness
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
Broken sorrow, outside the screen window, the wind shakes the bamboo. People go to the empty building, the flute is broken, and people lean on the building alone. Eyeful of March dusk, I only feel Qian Shan green when I look up. But try to send a piece of paper to the book and read it from the beginning.
Acacia words, empty surplus; Acacia, when is enough? Lapel fell a little, full of tears. The grass is not lost, and weeping willows only hinder the human eye. The most bitter thing is that the moon is full and the song is dry.
Step 5 cross the rainbow
Song Dynasty: Jiang Kui
The rhyme of self-made new words is the most charming, and Xiaohong sings and I suck.
At the end of the song, people dispersed, passing Songling Road and looking back at the 14 th Bridge of Yanbo.
2. What are the poems about oral sex?
Man Jianghong: Breaking and Leaving Sorrow
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
Broken sorrow, outside the screen window, the wind shakes the bamboo. People go to the empty building, the flute is broken, and people lean on the building alone. Eyeful of March dusk, I only feel Qian Shan green when I look up. But try to send a book and read it from the beginning.
Acacia words, empty surplus. Acacia, when is enough? Lapel fell a little, full of tears. The grass is not lost, and weeping willows only hinder the human eye. The most bitter thing is to stand at the end of the month and make music.
Translation:
As if to break my sadness, outside the screen window, the breeze shook the bamboo rustling. Since he left, the melodious jade flute has never been heard again. I lean against the tall building and miss it hard. How lonely and abandoned I am!
It's late spring in March, and it's flying everywhere. How can you laugh? Look up. The mountains in the distance are green-it looks like summer is coming. What can we do? I had to pick up the letter he sent and read it again from the beginning.
The words that pour out lovesickness are full of writing paper. But when will acacia be satisfied? Hey, what's dripping on my skirt? That's a tear! I hope the grass everywhere won't make him lose his way.
I hate clusters of weeping willows, but they always interrupt my sight. The saddest moment is when the moon rises in the boundless twilight. I'm still waiting against the railing, but I don't know what to wait for.
2. Letter to Han Chuo, Yangzhou Magistrate
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
Castle peak is vaguely green water thousands of miles away, and the vegetation in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn.
The bright moonlight on the 24 th Bridge is a clear night. Where do you teach blowjobs?
Translation:
Qingshan is thousands of miles away, and the vegetation in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn.
The bright moon on Bridge 24 reflects the faint clear night. Where do you teach oral sex now, beauty?
3. "Lonely geese sleep on paper curtains in rattan beds"
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
When the world writes a beautiful poem, it is vulgar. If you try to write an article, you will know that the preface doesn't match the latter. The paper tent on the rattan bed is sleeping, so I can't say it without thinking. The agarwood is intermittent and the jade furnace is cold, which brings my feelings like water.
The flute sounded three times, the plum blossom was broken, and the spring was full. The small wind scattered the rain and whispered, urging thousands of tears. Bagpipers go to Yulou, heartbroken people lean on it. A 10% discount is worth a lot of money, and no one gives it.
Translation:
In the early spring morning, I woke up in such an elegant environment as rattan bed paper account, but I felt an inexhaustible sadness and yearning. At this time, there are only intermittent cigarettes and jade stoves in the room, and my mood is as bleak and lonely as water.
The flute of "Three Lane of Plum Blossoms" blew away the plum blossoms on the branches. Although spring has come, it has aroused my infinite hatred. It's drizzling outside the door, and the Iraqis in the door are crying for thousands of times.
When Mingcheng is away, people will go to the empty building. Even if there are beautiful plum blossoms, who can enjoy them with themselves? Today, I broke the plum blossom and searched all over the world, but no one sent it.
4. Over the Rainbow
Song Dynasty: Jiang Kui
The rhyme of self-made new words is the most charming, and Xiaohong sings and I suck.
At the end of the song, people dispersed, passing Songling Road and looking back at the 14 th Bridge of Yanbo.
Translation:
The new music I created is so harmonious and beautiful; Xiaohong sang softly and I played the flute with her.
After singing a song, the boat has shaken Wujiang County; Looking back at the past waterways, light smoke and green waves, beautiful stone bridges.
5. "Chang 'an Ancient Meaning"
Tang Dynasty: Lu
I don't know each other in front of the building.
Sorry, I played the flute to Yanzi. I once studied dance for a long time.
If it works, why not die? I would rather be a mandarin duck than a fairy.
The eyes of a pair of mandarin ducks are really enviable, but I can't see you if you go twice.
Translation:
The ladies in the pavilion looked at each other, not knowing who it was, but when they met on the road, they would know each other.
Asked if they had played oral sex, they replied that they learned to dance in order to spend their time in the mood for love.
As long as I can be with my beloved, I am willing to die; As long as I can be with the person I love, I would like to be a mortal and not envy the gods.
Bimu and Yuanyang are really enviable, but you can't see them in pairs.
3. Poems about the wind are about the blowing of the wind
The wind in A?vagho?a is rustling.
The desolate wind froze the Yi River.
Breeze oblique pharynx
As if a spring breeze had blown overnight.
Like a spring breeze overnight, it comes quietly.
My attic stood in the spring breeze last night.
Yi ye dong feng Zhuang Qian Shu Hua
Outside Yumenguan, the spring breeze does not blow.
This hatred has nothing to do with romance.
The cold wind in early spring
The wind came and blew away.
Spring breeze has passed 10 mile
Under the boundless sky and on the vast plains, you can see cattle and sheep.
Feng Juan Jianghu Yu 'an Village
Lying in the middle of the night, I listened to the wind and rain
It's windy and sad.
The gentle and sleepy breeze charmed the wandering crowd.
Spring breeze brings it back to life.
In the breeze, I leaned against the railing of the tower alone.
Autumn wind gives birth to weishui.
Find the face of the spring breeze in a simple way
4. flute poems
quiet
Author: Du Fu
Playing the flute is crisp in autumn and clear in the wind and moon.
The wind is drifting with the wind, and the moon is bright near Guanshan.
Hu rode northbound in the middle of the night, and Wuling wanted to go southbound.
Today, the old garden willow falls, why worry about the middle song?
Poems with flutes are as follows:
With a cry, the sound of the other flutes flying secretly dispersed into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. -Li Bai, smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a spring night.
1, the original poem:
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
2. Translation:
Whose exquisite flute is secretly melodious. As the spring breeze flutters, it spreads all over Luoyang. In tonight's song, who will not miss home when they hear the "broken willow" in their hometown?
Second, the Jade Emperor blew the Yellow Crane Tower, and plum blossoms fell in Jiangcheng in May. -"Yellow Crane Tower Smells Flute" Li Bai
1, the original poem:
Once people take a back seat, like Jia Yi in Changsha, they look far and wide, but they can't see Chang 'an or their hometown.
There was a flute sound of "Plum Blossom" from the Yellow Crane Tower, and another drop of plum blossom was seen on the river bank in May.
2. Translation:
Once a degenerate, it's like Jia Yi coming to Changsha, looking around every day, not seeing Chang 'an or home. The Yellow Crane Tower heard the flute of plum blossom, which made Jiangcheng see plum blossom fall again in May.
Third, the snow is fine, Hu Tian herds horses, and the bright moon plays the flute to guard the building. -"Listen to the flute on the fortress" Gao Shi
1, the original poem:
Snow-clean horses graze in the daytime, and Qiangdi guards the building in the moonlight.
Excuse me, where did the plum blossom fall? The wind blew all over the mountain overnight.
2. Translation:
The ice and snow melted, and the invading Hu Bing quietly returned. The moonlight was bright and the melodious flute echoed in the garrison. Where does the sentimental "plum blossom tune" drift? It seems to fall on the mountain like plum blossoms falling with the wind.
Fourth, the cold mountain plays the flute to call for spring return, and the guests are moved to tears. -"Smell the flute in spring night" Li Yi
1, the original poem:
In Hanshan's "The Flute Calls the Earth", the exiles look at each other with tears.
Countless geese parked by the lake in the evening have been eager to fly north until dawn.
2. Translation:
The cold mountain plays the flute to call spring back to the earth, and the moved people cry at each other. The geese that have stopped at Dongting Lake for countless nights are eager to fly north before dawn.
5. Poems describing flute playing in ancient poems
Guests have oral sex and rely on songs to make peace. Su Shi's Red Cliff Fu
The moonlight in the moon stopped blowing and waved goodbye to the world and became a fairy. Su Shi's "Queqiao Xiantanabata Send Chen Lingju"
The wind does not drive the tassels, but the wings stand in the atrium. Stop playing the flute to express my feelings. Han Yuefu's "Seven Nights Female Song"
The fragrance is cold and golden. When it turns red, get up and comb your hair. Ren Bao is full of dust, curtain hook. I am afraid that I will leave my arms, but I don't want to say anything. New arrivals are thin, not dry wine, not sad autumn.
Hugh. If I go back, I will go back to "Yangguan" for thousands of times, and it is difficult to stay. Read Wu Lingren, smoke locks Qin Lou. Only the running water in front of the building should remember me and stare at me all day. Looking at the place, I have added new worries since then. Li Qingzhao's "Memories of the Phoenix Tower"
Cover the silver screen and hang down your sleeves. Where the flute is played, the pulse is slightly funny. Nalan Rong Ruo's "Yun Song Order"
6. Poems about the breeze
1. Liangzhou porcelain Tang Wang paper ring
The Yellow River is far above the white clouds.
Wan Ren is an isolated city.
Why should a strong brother complain about willow?
The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass. )
2. Untitled Tang Li Shangyin
Time was long before I met her, but it was longer than breaking up. The east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. )
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
3. A song "Snow White Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu Guixiang Hall"
The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.
Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. )
Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.
The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people.
The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.
In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.
Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
4. Meet Don Chen Ziang.
Lan Re was born in spring and summer, where is the prosperity!
You are alone in the forest, and Zhu has purple stems.
It's getting late, and the autumn wind is coming. )
Years old, China is teetering, but what is the significance of Fang?
5. Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
6. Tang Libai
Candle dragon lives in a cold door, and its brilliance is still blooming.
Why don't the sun and the moon shine like this? Only the north wind is angry with the sky.
Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and pieces of them blow off XuanYuanTai.
You miss your wife in December. Stop singing and laugh.
Looking at the pedestrians by the door, it's sad to miss the Great Wall.
Don't mention the sword to save the edge, leave the tiger gold and shovel.
There are white arrows in the forest, and spiders make webs for dust.
The arrow is not empty, people die today and never come back.
I can't bear to see this thing, it has burned to ashes.
The yellow river can hold soil, and the north wind hates rain and snow.
7. Gale Huang Tingjian
First frost is heavy, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and crazy red leaves fly up the stairs. The north wind does not hesitate to visit visitors in the south of the Yangtze River, and even breaks the window to blow off guest clothes.
8. Huang Tingjian, a man blocked by thunder mouth.
No. Rowing on the Cangjiang River to avoid wind and thunder. The sky and water are so thick that the earth is no longer known. Who will go to Jiangchuan to chase the snow-capped mountains? There are no ten solitary villages, and three leeks are trapped in one line. Yellow deer elk farm, thousands of cubits wide. There are many articles about birds, and you are willing to take care of them. Things mourn in the sky, so carve a bow in your hand. Luming Literature still misses this group, but the pheasant media is actually selling friends. Businessmen welcome ships. They hang bulls on their seats. The flute leans on stilts, the waves are deep and the black dragon growls. Water loss can't make a god, cutting down is a city guard. If you want to send a thunderous letter, ask the old couple. When will I greet you? Qinhuai is as green as wine.
9. Step by step-land trip
The breeze blows the blue sea and gives birth to the dragon forest.
Half drunk riding a crane to pay homage to Tsinghua.
When I came back, the wind was so strong that it blew me over the mountain.
Poetry has a loud and clear voice.
10. The wind is quiet, Tang.
When the wind blows, the line is silent. From darkness to green law, Bai's life is far away.
The tree flowers are still falling, and the forest birds are surprised. A few drags move the vine, and the wicker is lightly provoked.
Into the valley, fan loose, open the window, the sound of bamboo is lost. The string was cultivated by the imperial court, and all countries admired the emperor's feelings.
1 1. The guest house introduces Li Duan, a member of Kao Gong Wang, to Xue.
Huayang was full of surprises, and a strong wind suddenly blew in the market. Suddenly shake the orchid leaves and fly lightly to pick bamboo bushes.
If you want to compare Joan to a tree, you won't be like Jade Man. Looking at the emblem alone, the green hills are in the snow.
7. blowing sheng's poems
Just listen to blowing sheng next door.
Phoenix blows like rosy clouds,
I wonder whose house is outside the wall.
Heavy doors and deep locks are nowhere to be found,
There are suspected peach blossoms.
Qin Gong's poems
Luo Yue shirt welcomes the spring breeze, and jade carving Kirin is reddish. On the first floor, there is a banquet for immortals, with a strong blowing sheng fragrance at the bottom of the account. The wine on earth is warm in spring, and the flowers grow in the shade during the day. Drinking at the flying window, the night candle on the copper plate is yellow and greasy. Bald-sleeved parrot, purple embroidered horse, filial tiger. Fold the laurel and sell it. White deer and green Sue stay up until midnight. Tongying Yongxiang rides a new horse, and the inner room is cool and colorful. Open the door, roll up the Yellow River with the balance line and flow down. The emperor's bad luck is still being solved, and the erotic palace is full of flowers. Luan Grate paid off and slept drunk for a whole month.
Huaying blowing sheng
Snow with the wind, wind without trace, snow dance. The moon is accompanied by flowers, flowers have shadows and flowers have a full moon. Jun blowing sheng, sheng silent, life has been drunk. My concubine plays the piano, and the sound is affectionate, and the new sunny day has not slept. (Yu Jian Ao Xueyuan)
Blow and sing
How sad it is that Vadi's last words were sent to Yu Sheng, but they were told by the two cities. Danxue has seventy chicks, which fly for a while in autumn. Water springs burst into each other, and a pile of palace merchants cracked cold jade. Charming fragrance is wrapped around your fingers, and thousands of sounds are wonderful. At the end of the song, people dispersed, the table was silent, and Wushan was cold and gloomy.
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